Zhu Bai flipped through the books without interest and picked one he had not read: "This is it. It's better than nothing. Shopkeeper, you should expand your supply, or find some people who can write books to help you write some."
It’s exciting. Otherwise, you won’t be able to keep your status as the number one bookseller in Yingtian.”
"That's what the young master said. Next time you come here, there will be a good book waiting for you." The muscles on the stall owner's face twitched.
He has been running a bookstall in Yingtian Mansion for almost ten years, and this is the first time someone has said that to him.
The key is to be a child.
This child is too young to know that Emperor Hongwu did not allow anyone to print books at will.
But he was too lazy to bother explaining and causing trouble for himself.
Zhu Bai hid the book on his body and went out to get on the carriage.
Fugui asked in a low voice: "What kind of book is your highness looking for?"
Zhu Bai raised his eyebrows: "What kind?"
Fugui blushed and coughed dryly: "It's that kind of... enlightenment book. Don't worry, Your Highness, when you reach the age of twelve, someone from the palace will send you that kind of book. There are pictures on it.
Various postures. You will understand it at a glance."
Zhu Bai suddenly realized: a small picture album of sex education.
That didn't appeal to him. After all, he was a person who had watched countless a.v.
Tsk, speaking of which, what Liu Bowen said just now is quite right.
Lao Zhu is a person who takes soft things rather than hard things.
Repeatedly nagging the harmful effects of enfeoffment in his ears is of no use and will also stimulate his rebellious psychology.
We need to change to a more quiet and subtle method.
Lao Zhu's family has been a poor farmer for generations, and the cultural knowledge he has now was all self-taught.
Therefore, it is impossible for him to enjoy reading books with tiny prints like other scholars.
After Fugui reminded him, he thought it would be a good idea to use a picture album.
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Lao Zhu left the court today and saw Zhu Bai running out of the imperial study from a distance. He felt slightly angry but also had some small expectations.
"What does this little brat want to do?"
Muttering to himself, he entered the imperial study and saw at a glance that the memorials had been messed up and sorted out.
He bared his teeth and smiled, then opened the memorial above, revealing several pieces of paper sandwiched in between.
Those are some paintings.
I'm not a very good painter, so I can barely make out the meaning.
The artist seems to know that his painting skills are not very good, so he wrote a simple line of text below to explain.
Zhu Yuanzhang sat down with great interest and turned over the book.
It turns out that it is about two brothers named Xiong Da and Xiong Er in the Tang Dynasty. They were highly skilled in martial arts and traveled around the world.
"What does this little brat want to do?" Zhu Yuanzhang muttered after reading it, and threw the painting into the waste paper pile with his backhand.
The next day, several more paintings were placed on the table. In addition to the two brothers, there was also a dragon ball.
This dragon ball can greatly increase people's power and prolong their life.
Zhu Yuanzhang was very moved, and then threw it on the waste paper pile.
It was like this for several days.
After watching it today, Lao Zhu suddenly realized: This is a TV series.
He dug out the scrap paper that had been stuffed in the pile, smoothed it out, and looked at the paintings from several days in succession.
Gee, this story is quite interesting.
Today, two brothers turned against each other and fought over the Dragon Ball.
Xiong Da kicked Xiong Er off the cliff as his martial arts skills were useless.
Zhu Yuanzhang's interest was aroused and he waited to see what happened next. He went to court the next day and hurried back to the imperial study.
There is nothing on the table...
He was unwilling to give in and turned over the memorials on the table, but there was nothing there.
Nian Xu thought for a long time. This guy was clearly trying to seduce him. He must not be fooled!
It's just that this lag made him want to kill someone, causing him to wonder about what would happen next day and night, making it difficult for him to sleep or eat well.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. One day after the meeting, there were still no new paintings on the table, and the fire in his heart started to rise.
"Come here, go to the main hall and call that bastard Lao Twelve!"
Seeing that Lao Zhu was so angry, Erhu hurriedly went to the main hall to invite Zhu Bai over.
Zhu Biao was afraid that Zhu Bai would be beaten, so he also came with him.
In fact, Zhu Bai made up the story himself, combining it with several martial arts and palace fighting novels he had read.
After all, the intention of directly using the vassal king to cause chaos in the story is too obvious, and Zhu Yuanzhang would be wary of it as soon as he saw it.
As a result, Zhu Bai was exhausted from painting, and Zhu Yuanzhang still didn't respond.
He asked Erhu that Zhu Yuanzhang didn't read it at all and just threw it into the waste paper pile. He felt that he was wasting time, so he stopped painting.
I thought that when Zhu Yuanzhang asked him to go, the master should have filed a complaint against him.
After all, he didn't listen to the class at all these past few days, he was always drawing.
Zhu Yuanzhang asked Zhu Bai with a gloomy face: "That thing you painted, why did you stop painting it halfway through?!"
Zhu Bai spread his hands and said, "I'm tired, I don't want to draw anymore."
Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and said: "No, you must paint. How can it be abandoned halfway through the painting?! You must have a beginning and an end to your work."
Zhu Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: I was exhausted to death, but you enjoyed watching it.
You don’t pay me the royalties, and you still want to urge me to update...
In fact, the thing I compiled is not a masterpiece. I can only say that the palace is really boring.
Zhu Bai shook his head: "I can't draw well, it's a waste of my brain, so I won't draw anymore."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and said: "It's rare that you still have self-awareness. Your painting skills are indeed not good. It's hard for me to look at it."
Zhu Biao suddenly realized that he had actually read Zhu Bai's paintings, and they were somewhat interesting.
Lao Zhu didn't have much entertainment on weekdays, but he was addicted to watching it on rare occasions. As a son, he naturally had to find ways to satisfy his father.
But Zhu Biao also knew about Zhu Bai's arrogant temper.
It's as puzzling as when I decided to start painting.
Besides, it was too late for Zhu Bai to improve his painting skills now.
Zhu Biao stepped forward and saluted: "I have an idea."
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his chin: "Tell me and listen."
Zhu Biao said: "It is better to leave it to the painters in the palace and the students of the Imperial College. The twelfth brother will dictate the story to them and record it. When he goes back, he will write it into a book and a volume of paintings, and then present it to his father. The father can also repeat it in the future.
Just watch it to relieve your boredom. From now on, whenever my twelfth brother has any new stories, I can do this."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded frequently when he heard this: "This is good. But there is no need to call the Imperial College and the painter. The masters in the main hall are all talented people I have selected. Just ask them to do it."
Just looking at the painting is boring. It would be quite interesting if it could be written in popular words.
And after reading the stories drawn by Zhu Bai this time, he felt that the books he chose were really boring. No wonder the princes didn't like them.
Zhu Biao added: "There is only one thing. If someone among the people wants to publish other similar books by publishing this book, what should they do?"
Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while and then said: "Novel published by the people should be submitted to the Imperial College for review. If there are no rebels, slanderous saints, deluded people, lewd and filthy words, they can be published."
He was originally a book lover, but he suffered from Lao Zhu's strict regulations on book publication and printing. Many books could not even be read, let alone printed and sold.
This has seriously restricted the development of culture, art and the inheritance and dissemination of knowledge.
The ministers and he had been suffering from this for a long time, but could not find a good opportunity to persuade him.
This time Lao Zhu relented. Isn't it a good thing for both public and private matters?
This is a great progress for this dynasty!
Zhu Yuanzhang turned to look at Zhu Bai again and asked: "How many days have you studied with Master Liu? How did you learn?"
I heard that Zhu Bai didn't go to Liu's house for a few days. It must be because Liu Bowen didn't teach his son well.
