Chapter 673 Be filial to your father, there are some benefits for you (please
Chapter 673: Be filial to your father, and there will be many benefits for you (please subscribe and vote)
Hearing Cheng Chubi muttering about this matter, Cheng Yaojin frowned, drank Cheng's secret Sanle juice, and asked Cheng Chubi carefully about the cause and effect.
I heard that those 1.4 million books were printed in just over three months.
Cheng Yaojin clicked his tongue and praised his Sanlang for being the kid with the most clever ideas and the most ingenuity in the old Cheng family.
Then he said slowly and authentically, "Your Majesty did this not only for the sake of your kid, but also for the sake of this movable type printing technology."
"Father, what do you mean by this? The ability of the third child in our family is very good for the court."
"My child believes that if those poor scholars know about this, they may not have time to celebrate with gongs and drums..."
Seeing that the eldest son also had an unhappy expression on his face, the second son next to him nodded his head in understanding.
Cheng Yaojin shook his head helplessly, drained the wine from the glass in one gulp to moisten his throat.
"You are right. Those poor scholars who are so poor that they want to pawn their crotch cloths in exchange for books will definitely be happy if they know about this."
"However, if some people are happy, others will be worried. Who do you think will be unhappy?"
"Dad, do you mean those noble families?" Cheng Chubi immediately reacted.
"Well, you kid has some brains. Yes, you are from an aristocratic family, a family that inherits poetry and calligraphy just like our old Cheng family."
Cheng Chubi automatically ignored the old Cheng family, but at least he understood what his father meant.
"...The imperial examination conducted during the previous dynasty was just to dig out the roots of the aristocratic families. It's not that the aristocratic families didn't know about it, but it doesn't matter if they know it. As the saying goes, an arm cannot twist a thigh."
"The printing technology that your boy invented and created, which can print over a million books in just three months, is also digging into the roots of those aristocratic families."
"After all, only aristocratic families have the strength and financial resources to collect many poetry and classics.
It is precisely for this reason that aristocratic families can recruit talented people with the help of mastered classics."
"If this printing technology were available, those aristocratic families who control almost half of the printing houses in the world, do you think they would just sit back and watch and ignore it?"
"The simplest way is to ask more than 10,000 people working in this industry inside and outside Chang'an to go on strike.
Just say that your movable type printing technology has cut off everyone's livelihood, and you want everyone's life."
"In addition, there are ministers and servants in the court who are responding to each other from a distance. What do you think His Majesty will choose?"
Cheng Chubi smacked his mouth and realized that this was really the truth.
Your Majesty is helping yourself to develop and prevent the printing tool you invented from becoming a key point of attack by many aristocratic families in the world.
"Your Majesty will not bring this matter to the table. Although those aristocratic families are very afraid, at least they will not be able to grasp the key point.
If it comes, they won’t be able to use their strength into a fist and use it in one place.”
Seeing his three sons looking up at him with sincere expressions on their faces, Cheng Yaojin chuckled, put the empty wine glass on the table, and spoke earnestly and sincerely.
"Your Majesty is doing this not only to keep you a kid, but also to protect the movable type printing technology you invented."
"My child understands, it turns out the root is here." Cheng Chubi nodded in agreement.
After all, in this society, or in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the power of aristocratic families was still extremely strong, even for a decisive British leader like Li Shimin.
He was also very afraid of the power of the aristocratic families, so much so that the "Clan Chronicles" compiled by the imperial court actually listed the Cui family of Qinghe, the natal family of Cheng Chubi's mother, as the first of all clans.
However, Li Shimin was so disgusted that he was furious and ordered it to be rebuilt. He also personally ordered that the Li family be ranked first and the descendants, the Changsun family, be ranked second.
Based on this alone, you can imagine the influence of those aristocratic families that have been passed down for thousands of years.
If just because of the movable type printing technology, those aristocratic families only need to use a little trick to sway public opinion, it would be enough for the court to deal with it in a very awkward manner.
Perhaps it was because of this consideration that Uncle Li told himself not to leak anything.
Cheng Chubi, who had figured this out, looked at his father with a sincere expression on his face. Although his father had abandoned literature and joined martial arts, his flexibility of mind really impressed the now-pink Cheng Sanlang.
"My father is still wise, but my children are not as good as me."
"Haha, you three boys, remember, if there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, be filial to your father, and there will be many benefits for you."
The three heads were shaking up and down. Cheng Chubi thought that if there is any unsolvable problem next time, well, just ask his father.
With the feeling of having a backing, I still feel extremely comfortable and stable.
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"Brother Wu, where have you been?" A scholar who had just arrived in Beijing was preparing for the imperial examination at the turn of spring and summer.
When he saw the Confucian scholar who had settled in Chang'an a few days earlier than him and was about to leave the inn with great excitement, he asked quickly.
"It turns out to be Brother Xin Xian. Where have you been? You've come just in time. Come with me quickly to the Chang'an County Government Office to collect the letter."
"Get the book?" Xin Maojiang looked at Brother Wu who was pulling him forward with a confused expression.
"Have you forgotten that, as I mentioned to you yesterday, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince presented more than one million books to the court. His Majesty was so pleased that he gave these books to the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial College for distribution."
"It is to be distributed to us, the poor scholars from humble backgrounds. We only need to go to Chang'an County or Wannian County with books and directions, and we can receive one copy each of "Three Character Classic" and "Thousand Character Classic"
A set of The Analects of Confucius."
"Really or not, the imperial court is so generous?"
Xin Maojiang, who came from a poor family and came to the capital to study, lived in a shabby inn on the outskirts of the city just to save money and subconsciously followed Brother Wu.
"This is not the generosity of the court, it is all the credit of His Royal Highness, okay?" Mr. Wu proudly explained to General Xin Mao, who had just arrived, about the New Year's Day a few days ago.
General Xin Mao was leisurely fascinated by the spectacular scene of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince entering the city and more than a million books entering the city.
"It's a pity that I came late. Otherwise, I might have been able to catch a glimpse of His Royal Highness."
"That's not true. Your Highness the Crown Prince is the most benevolent and well-known. The year before last, the Queen suffered from a serious illness and she recovered later."
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went to Jinyang on His Majesty's order to fulfill his father's wish. However, he was frightened by the horse and broke his leg."
"This is not a big deal, but there will always be some treacherous people talking nonsense, saying that the prince's illness is due to his bad moral character, bah!"
"How come a broken leg is related to virtue?" General Xin Mao also looked disapproving.