In Daiyuan, Lin Yuanda, who was unbearable, finally got rid of the people who came to congratulate him. When he returned to his study, he saw Lin Zhao who had been invited into the study by Daiyuan. He smiled on his somewhat tired face and said helplessly: "I have lived in Yuezhou for more than a year, and I have not seen those people so enthusiastic. Today, when the imperial edict arrived, the threshold of Daiyuan was almost flattened by them."

Lin Zhao was originally sitting. When he saw Lin Jian coming in, he stood up and saluted, and then said with a smile: "Everyone is like this. Isn't my nephew also rushing to come and flatter Uncle Qi?"

Hearing Lin Zhao's joke, Lin Yuanda shook his head helplessly: "Sanlang probably came to me for something, otherwise according to your personality, he would not come to me until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

The uncle and nephew have known each other for more than half a year now. Lin Jian has already figured out Lin Zhao's personality.

Lin Sanlang coughed and said, "It's nothing big. It's just that my legitimate mother came to the door again today to have trouble. She asked me to say a few good things to you and send my second brother to Chang'an to study. Naturally, I refused. After a few arguments with them, I told the truth."

Lin Jian had already sat down now. He was lowering his head to pour tea. Hearing this, he looked up at Lin Zhao: "What's the truth?"

Lin Sanlang smiled and looked at Lin Jian: "It's the matter you want to take me to Chang'an."

Lin Zhao naturally cannot say that Lin Erniang said this kind of thing, he can only take the matter into consideration.

Lin Jian lowered his head and blew a few breaths, took a sip of tea, looked up at Lin Zhao, and smiled and said, "Sanlang has always been a mature person. I thought you could calm down in everything you do, but I didn't expect you to be a little boyish."

Lin Zhao sat opposite Lin Jian and said with a smile: "My nephew is only thirteen years old. How can you be like you, Uncle Qi, without showing your emotions."

"Stop flattering."

Lin Yuanda lowered his head to drink tea, glanced at Lin Zhao again, and his face was calm: "I am not surprised when it comes to the changes. Sanlang is no worse than Wei Shu. When the bandits broke into the house that day, you are much more calm than me."

Lin Zhao also poured himself a cup of tea and whispered: "Uncle Qi, my second brother is studying in the Linjiajia School. After he knows this, he will probably spread it all around. It won't take long to know about it. This matter was an impulse, and I wonder if it will cause any trouble to Uncle Qi."

"How can there be any trouble with this kind of thing?"

Lin Yuanda smiled and said, "I went to the Imperial College, not the Lin family went to the Imperial College. What does the family have any opinions? What does it have to do with me? They really want to break up and fight for the quota of the Imperial College. If I annoy me, I will only take you back to Chang'an alone. What can they do?"

Last year, Lin Jian came back from Chang'an alone, but because he was afraid of any risks, he did not let his family come with him. He also had a mansion in Chang'an, and the whole family was still in Chang'an City.

Hearing this, Lin Zhao felt a little relieved.

The reason why Lin Jian was able to say this shows that he still supported him unconditionally and was even willing to offend his fellow tribes in Yuezhou for his sake.

"Uncle Seven is domineering."

Lin Sanlang flattered without a trace, picked up the teacup in his hand, toasted Lin Jian with a cup, and said with a smile: "I can rest assured if I have Uncle Qi's words."

After Lin Jian and Lin Zhao had a cup of tea, they got up and took out a few booklets from behind their desk, placed them in front of Lin Zhao, and said, "Sanlang will not come to look for me today, I will also invite you to come here in the past two days."

These booklets are exactly the story collection created by Lin Zhao.

Lin Jian opened the first booklet and went straight to the third one. When he saw the story of Lin's clerk's clerk, the future Imperial College Priest Jiu looked serious: "In the past few days, I have asked the people around me to collect the booklets of these story collections. Now you should have already released the sixth issue?"

Lin Zhao nodded and said with a smile: "The reason why this booklet was released was to stop Cheng Jingzong and others from attacking Uncle Qi. Later, it sold very well. After discussing with Uncle Xie, I found that it was not impossible to make money, so I asked someone to continue working."

He also picked up several booklets on the table, flipped through them, and said, "The first four books are all from my nephew, and the two behind were printed by Uncle Xie's stories collected by scholars in Yuezhou. They should be sold very well."

Lin Jian turned the first book to the page of "Mr. Lin Qiaochuang Mobile Phone", then looked serious and said, "This thing... is very powerful."

"That movable type printing obviously has nothing to do with me, but after this thing was printed, the entire Yuezhou and even the nearby prefectures and counties knew that I had made this thing. If these booklets were spread to Chang'an City, the people in Chang'an City would soon believe this story."

Yuan Dagong looked up at Lin Zhao and said slowly: "But the truth is, this thing is not what I do."

Speaking of this, he paused and his voice was serious: "In other words, this thing... can easily eliminate the truth."

If Lin Jian’s words were heard by this era, he might not be able to understand them for a while, but for Lin Zhao, it would be easier to understand.

Although this booklet is a storybook, because people in this era lack information sources, they will believe in whatever they see. In other words, these storybooks, in a sense, assume the function of "media".

As the media that is the source of information for most ordinary people, it can easily tamper with or eliminate the truth.

A booklet similar to Story Collection is very fast, and usually one or two issues will be released in a month. Therefore, if the engraved version is engraved, it will definitely not be worth the effort. Only newly released movable type can become the carrier of this new thing.

Lin Yuanda picked up these pamphlets, voiced seriously, and whispered: "In other words, if the pamphlet you made out, one day, someone killed someone, even if the government found out that he did not kill someone, he would probably be charged with murder for the rest of his life."

Yuan Dagong looked at the inconspicuous booklets on the table and looked solemn: "This thing is a killing weapon."

Lin Zhao was not as heavy as Lin Jian. He smiled slightly and said, "It's not as serious as Uncle Qi said. Just print the eight words "The content in the book is purely fictional" on the title page. When I first made this thing, I just wanted to end it for Uncle Qi. My nephew never thought of using this kind of thing to do evil."

"Besides, just some serialized story books can't do anything evil."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhao has actually seen some future in his heart.

As movable type printing gradually matures, this kind of storybook model will only increase, and it will even slowly lead to serious media such as "newspapers".

"This thing can actually be done."

Lin Jian was silent for a while and whispered: "After we arrive in Chang'an next year, Sanlang can start to prepare another booklet in Chang'an. A few days ago, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came out in Chang'an City and made a lot of wooden movable type workshops. Although he didn't make money, he had already left the foundation."

"When we arrive in Chang'an, we can use these wooden movable type workshops and print some brochures."

Speaking of this, Lin Yuanda narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "At that time, these booklets may not be used to write stories, but also to record current events. At that time, these inconspicuous things will really become big killers!"

Lin Zhao was shocked. He looked up at his uncle Qi. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "Uncle Qi, if it is used to record current affairs, this thing may not be done for a long time. It won't take long for the court to find out how powerful this thing is and will definitely be taken over by the government."

Lin Yuanda smiled.

"Did Sanlang forget that Uncle Wei is also from the court?"

"The Imperial College is the leader of the official schools in the world. The Imperial College will handle this thing and print some articles and current affairs on the booklet. Can anyone say more?"

When Lin Zhao heard this, he stopped saying anything, but just lowered his head to drink tea.
Chapter completed!