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Everything is good in the spring in Chang'an City, except that there are too many catkins dancing in the air, which is very annoying. Now the catkins have stopped,
The sunflowers have just bloomed and the heat has not yet begun, so the weather is bright.
Du Wulang hummed a little tune and led his horse through the imperial city. When he arrived near the cross street, he saw that the west side was very busy, with officials and craftsmen walking in a hurry.
Others said that this was a prosperous age when the literary style was prosperous, but he felt tired just looking at it.
May I ask where Xue Bai, the school secretary, is? I'm afraid you don't recognize him because he just joined the secretarial department. He is a young man, half a head taller than me.
“Over there, over there.”
Du Wulang then walked into the government office along Huangcheng Street and walked to the innermost courtyard. The ceremonial door was closed tightly. He sniffed and smelled the fragrance of wood mixed with the smell of ink.
“I am Du Yu, is Xue Bai here?”
After waiting for a while, he was led into the courtyard and saw Xue Bai looking at a piece of paper, still wearing the light blue official robe and looking serious.
“Wow, there are so many people. You are not a big official, but you have a lot of people in charge.”
“They are all worthy of being called masters. They are all literate and have good craftsmanship. Only the imperial city can recruit such talents.”
"What is this doing?"
Xue Bai is making preparations for publishing Di Bao.
Although Li Longji said that he would gather some literati for a while to praise the prosperous times, Xue Bai did not intend to just publish those dry contents. He planned to arrange the layout of Di Bao and add some current affairs articles. This part can be started now.
Made engravings.
He tried to combine block printing with movable type printing. A newspaper could be divided into several pages, which were carved by different craftsmen at the same time, and finally printed together.
There were always mistakes made during the process, many ideas were wrong, and many detours were taken. The operation of fonts, inks, plates, etc. was also extremely troublesome.... But there are always more solutions than difficulties. Progress is the process of overcoming difficulties.
There was no need to talk about this with Du Wulang. Xue Bai took him into the meeting hall at the back.
Nowadays, there is not enough room in the secretary's office. The office is full of messy things, including hundreds of piles of paper of various materials, boxes of ink blocks, wood for engraving, and rabbit skins for making brushes.
There is actually a roll of quilt, so an official must be staying here at night.
“You don’t care about the dignity of an official?” Du Wulang didn’t mind being dirty and sat down directly on a box.
“Living in Chang’an is not easy. There are part-time jobs and tuition fees. It would be good for everyone to earn more salary.”
Xue Bai said, and handed over two pieces of paper. They were less than a foot wide and a foot and a half long, and were full of densely packed text.
"What's this?"
"Di Bao, let's call it Di Bao for now." Xue Bai said: "Did you know that there was a "Kaiyuan Miscellaneous News" in Chang'an?"
“You know, the governors from all over the world sent people to the capital to guard outside the palace gates every day, copying the government affairs and then sending them out. I have only heard of it from my uncle, but I have never seen it.”
"Then this is Tianbao Official Newspaper." Xue Bai said: "Compared with copying, the circulation of printing is not the same."
“Publish?“
Du Wulang glanced at the handwriting on the paper and recognized that part of it was written by Xue Bai, and said: "I think you copied this by hand."
"First write a few layouts to make the style and determine the font size. Just take a look at it." Xue Bai said, "You first go to Fengwei Building to make arrangements, and say hello to the restaurants, teahouses and food stalls we are familiar with, and wait until the imperial court officially publishes it.
Now, arrange for someone to read the newspaper."
“Aren’t you an official? Why do you still ask me to do these things?”
“For a small matter, it may not be good for the government to intervene, as it will disturb the people. Remember the whole~Ben~520 reading, website: xs520.co, we can just handle it ourselves.”
“Why don’t you tell my sisters?”
“I’ve been busy lately, so I’ll see them later.”
"oh."
Du Wulang then lowered his head and looked at it. The short stories on several of the pages were quite interesting. Two pages were about farming tips, preventing diseases and pests in April, and teaching people how to gain weight.
Not long after, Xiao Geng came over to ask about official business.
Xue Bai then took Du Wulang across Zhuque Street to the government office where the left-leading military guard was originally located.
Du Wulang was surprised when he saw it from a distance and asked: "Now is this place the location of the Secretary's Department?"
"Well, it is now also called the Secretary's Provincial East Hospital." Xue Bai said: "We will select some copies of books and set up a library here for students all over the world to read and copy."
“Wouldn’t that be troublesome?”
“It’s troublesome, but it’s meaningful. Students copied the book a lot, and naturally it spread widely.”
With that said, he entered the east courtyard library, where the bookshelves had just been set up. The books had not yet been put in. Several officials were busy arranging them. When they saw Xue Bai, they immediately stepped forward to vote.
"Xue Zhuangyuan is here. Please take a look at the arrangement of the books. We also divided them into four parts of the "Jingshi Ziji" and arranged them according to rhyme."
“Thank you for your hard work, I think how about adding another reading hall here? It can also be used for people to copy.”
“Yes, we are only worried that if they are copied too much, some books will no longer be rare books.”
“A saint is a wise king in a prosperous age. What he wants is not just a few volumes of rare books, but a country of etiquette in which everyone knows how to read and understand.…
Xue Bai was still busy here, and there were clerks over there who came to inquire about chores. Du Wulang had no choice but to help out. Although he was only in the secretary's office for an hour, it was a fulfilling life. He was also asked if he had just been arrested.
The seconded official said: "No, no, Jin Ke just passed the Ming Dynasty, and he has not yet been appointed an official. Xue Zhuangyuan and I are good friends, have you ever heard of the five sons of Chun Nao?"
At this moment, a woman in Taoist robes came over and asked without saying hello: "Where is Xue Baibai?"
Du Wulang felt that the Taoist robe was elegant at first sight. He turned around and recognized who it was. He was startled and took two steps back unconsciously.
He...ah, long time no see.
Jiaonu's face was as cold as frost, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. He asked: "Where are the people?"
Du Wulang did not dare to answer and quickly pointed to the secretary to the west.
Jiaonu was not easy to deceive, so he immediately entered the east courtyard where Xue Bai was. After a while, he came out angrily.
He scolded: "Tell him to come to Yuzhen Temple and give me an explanation."
After saying that, she went straight to look elsewhere.
Du Wulang was stunned for a moment, then looked around the east courtyard, and found that Xue Bai was missing.
It wasn't until Jiao Nu walked far away that he saw Xue Bai coming out of the military selection hall in the north and chatting with Wang Wei. "Have you just met Sha Maid?" Du Wulang took the opportunity to step forward and asked in a low voice.
"I'm busy with official duties and have no time to pay attention to these little ladies." Xue Bai waved his hand and said, "Let's go and have dinner together. The food provided by the secretary is good. Mr. Mojie also serves as an errand for the Ministry of War, but he comes here every time for dinner."
This is just an exaggerated joke. Wang Wei is a simple man and would not explain it.
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The banquet was arranged by Guanglu Temple. In fact, there were standards. The food of the purple-red ministers must be different from that of ordinary officials. Du Wulang originally thought that he had a tricky taste and was used to the stir-fried dishes of Fengweilou. How could he fancy the government office?
Know how to eat? But I don’t know what kind of dishes Xue Bai ate, but the taste turned out to be surprisingly good.
"This...the meat is firm, evenly fat and thin, the skin is soft and waxy, and it also has a kind of fragrance, it's...pepper! It's so nice to know how to eat and use pepper!"
Xue Baizheng was talking about poetry and books with Wang Wei and others, and Du Wulang had no time to pay attention to him, so he kept talking to himself, and sighed with emotion every time he tasted a dish. The whole book??????????.???
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Auntie, you are the youngest in Mr. Du’s family? He is quite knowledgeable.
"I am Fengwei Du Wulang. Halfway through the sentence, he turned around and saw an old man in purple robe standing not far away. Everyone around him called him "Zuo Xiang". He quickly kept silent. Without thinking, the other party made a move.
he.
“Look, this is the famous Du Wulang in Chang’an City.”
Du Wulang didn’t know what Chen Xilie asked him to see, so he responded: “I’ve seen the left prime minister.”
I heard that you are getting married soon, why don't you send me a message?" Chen Xilie is very approachable.
"this..
Du Wulang thought to himself, the bride's uncle like Xue Hui refused to come because he did not want to associate with Xue Ling. Why did the left prime minister, who had no relatives and no reason to come, come?
Chen Xilie seemed to understand his thoughts and said: "Your grandfather works with me in the official department. I am going to your wedding."
“Well... April 18th, I wonder if the left prime minister can spare some time? If he is busy with official duties.
“If you’re not busy, if you’re not busy, you’ll definitely go.” Chen Xilie stroked his beard and smiled.
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“On the fifteenth day of this month, it is rare for a saint to attend court in the Daming Palace early in the morning. Is it related to the current book revision?”
“I think Mr. Mojie is going to compose a poem.”
It seems that Xue Lang knows something?"
Xue Bai smiled and said nothing. With Wang Wei's cleverness, this reminder was enough.
After the meal, Wang Wei, Li Mi and others followed Xue Bai to a room. They discussed in a low voice and went about their business.
In the afternoon, Xue Bai went to see Yang Hua, and the conversation was still about the publication of the Di newspaper.
"No one in the court has realized that it is this newspaper that can really bring real power to my brother." Xue Bai said: "If the sage's edict reaches the subjects directly, it is equivalent to gathering the Hanlin to wait for the edict and giving the power to the people. ."
"Really?" Yang Hua was overjoyed and clapped his knees and said, "Okay, no wonder Abai asked me to promise Ge Nu not to go to Zhongmen Province to fight for power with him. It turns out I'm here to wait and see."
There was a medicinal smell when Xue Bai arrived at the hall. He first reminded me, "Brother, you should also pay attention to your health and don't work too hard." Then he continued: "Secretary, these craftsmen are great treasures, and we must win them over at any cost. So. , no matter how others want to imitate, they can no longer shake my brother."
“Don’t worry, Abai, I have plenty of money, so I can bribe these talents to their heart’s content!”
"The general is already casting copper plates with movable type. Brother, I should completely control these craftsmen so that Li doesn't know the progress." Xue Bai said: "When the report comes out, people will be confused."
Yang Hua Qi asked: “What does it mean to be confused?”
"We will be very efficient." Xue Bai mused: "Others couldn't figure out why we could do it, so they thought the reason was this movable type copper plate, and this copper plate has tens of thousands of characters. It is definitely not something ordinary people have the ability to cast, so they can only look at it and sigh. , believes that only the Ministry of Secretaries has the ability to publish Di Bao."
“What about the reality?”
Xue Bai smiled mysteriously and said, "It's actually very simple. Brother, I will know when the time comes."
Yang Hua was very curious, but out of trust in Xue Bai, he refrained from asking.
Xue Bai asked again: "Of course, technical barriers can't stop others from grabbing the right to publish the Di newspaper. It doesn't matter that we are a conspiracy, and what we are robbing is this initial reputation. The more the articles and scholarship become more prosperous, the more students from poor families will sink." Naturally, we will follow our lead. This is the general trend.
There are so many new words in this sentence. Yang often has to think about it carefully before he can react. It is very difficult to listen.
I'm a little confused, but I know that this mastermind is very capable, so just listen to him.
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In the next few days, Xue Bai called the small, remote courtyard in the Secretary's Office the "Paper Publishing House." The craftsmen in the courtyard received generous monthly salaries and rewards, and were busy reading it day and night.
At the same time, several offices and courtyards that were used to make bamboo, paper, ink, and copper plates were also completely controlled by Yang Hua's people.
As promised to Li Linfu, Yang Dang never fought for power under Zhongshu's sect and concentrated on the popularization of cheap paper...only seeking this little political achievement.
As the moon sets and the sun rises, the copper liquid is poured into the character mold and placed in water to create smoke; the paper pulp is slowly dried on the mold.
Bamboo paper was formed; wood chips were flying, and the carving knife carved small regular scripts on the wooden block; the ink stone was hammered, glued, and pounded,
Grind carefully, flowing with thick ink.
After that, with a "pop" sound, the arranged carvings were dipped in ink and printed on bamboo paper...
Finally, on April 15th, the saint made an early appearance at the Daming Palace.
When the rooster crows, officials of the fifth rank and above in the capital, as well as special officials, get up early, carry lanterns, and ride horses to the court. It is exactly like "seeing the fire from afar and entering the morning fire, and a star constellation with five gates to the west."
Xue Bai's official position was too small and he was not included in the early court. Instead, he waited in the Taipu Temple Car Workshop outside Jianfu Gate of Daming Palace.
When all the officials have retired from the court, eunuchs will come to issue an edict.
“Call Cheng Wulang, Tai Lecheng, School Secretary Xue Bai, and Dongyuan to accompany you.”
“I obey the decree.”
All the way to the East Garden, I saw the palace surrounded by jade railings, golden animal faces, the spring grass in the Phoenix Pond, and the breeze was just right. Li Longji was leading a group of ministers to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and the atmosphere was just right.
Those officials mainly wear purple robes and red robes, and there are also some green robes. Xue Bai is the only one wearing green robes.
Before I came forward, I heard someone reciting poetry.
“The green leaves are dense in the garden, the clear sky is blue, and I respectfully share the place of literature and history. May the grass be enshrined in the book.”
“Good! This poem by Xu Yushi is good.”
“Let Prime Minister Zuo play a song.”
"Then the old minister will show his embarrassment." Chen Xilie also opened his mouth and recited a quite good poem. He was full of emotion at the end, "There is nothing wrong with the wild old song, and the courtiers drink the fragrance of the year. The emperor's love is surrounded by others, and the favor between China and foreign countries is good."
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At this time, Xue Bai stepped forward to salute, and Li Longji was in a good mood. He waved him forward, but instead of asking him to compose poems, he pointed at the eunuch who was copying poems and said with a smile: "The new number one scholar is here, let's take a look.
The atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty...
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After the morning dynasty, as usual, the officials would have a meal in the corridor of the court hall, which was called "corridor meal." However, Xue Bai did not have time to eat in the palace that day, so he went straight out of the Daming Palace and went straight to the newspaper publishing house.
“Xue Lang is here!“
“Open the door quickly.”
The two courtyard doors were opened, and Xue Bai strode in. He saw two rows of craftsmen who were waiting in formation with their carvings in hand.
“There are eight new poems to be engraved! Huang Jiugong, please engrave the poems of Zuo Xiang.”
Xue Bai directly handed a piece of paper to an old craftsman. When he looked at it, he saw that the other party had already put the "Fenghe Sacred System" in his hand.
The four characters have all been carved, which can be said to be a bold move by a skilled person.
“Liu Shigong, you carved Cui Hao’s poems.”
“Cui Hao has returned to Chang’an?”
“Yes, I have been transferred to the position of wailang. I was too slow to get the news. He wrote the poem on the spot. You can write it quickly.”
“Here.“
The eight pieces of paper were distributed to more than ten craftsmen. Xue Bai walked quickly inside, and then passed through a more secret courtyard door, only to see that it was in full swing... The craftsmen were printing newspapers, and had already printed them.
That's half better.
"went well?"
“It didn’t go well, the engraving was soaked in ink, and many strokes were accidentally knocked off.
“Don’t panic, we have already bought a lot of time.”
Xue Bai comforted the craftsman and at the same time picked up a newspaper and read it.
Since it was not easy to print on both sides, he planned to print both sides of each Di newspaper, and the first side had already been printed.
The front page talks about the revision of the "Tianbao Dadian"; the next page talks about the Secretariat's Dongyuan Library being opened to students.
The third page talks about looking at the sun in April, when saints held their morning court, and famous writers wrote poems to praise the prosperous age of the Tang Dynasty.
The ink has not yet dried on the poems that the famous writers have just written. However, thousands of copies of their poems have been printed in this magazine.
The first poem is Wei Shu's "Fenghe Shengzhi Xiu Da Dian Ying Zhi", "It is forbidden to revise the text, change the characters and add names. The pedestal is an emblem of outstanding people, and the bookstore should be Guohua."
After that comes Wang Wei's "Fenghe Shengzhi ascends the imperial garden and supervises the repairs and looks at Yingzhi", "The good atmosphere contains the scenery, and the praises are overflowing with songs. Duan Gong can appoint talents, and it highlights the saintly king."
Li Mi and Wang Wei are one and the same Buddha. They usually seem indifferent, and they write poems in the same way. This time they write: "The emperor's kindness comes from heaven, and he appreciates the spring when he tastes things. His kindness spreads all over the world, and he sings about the same emperor and his ministers."
The poems of Su Mingyuan, Xiao Yingtu, Li Hua and others were also printed in newspapers early... This was something they had colluded with several days ago.
Xue Bai asked Wang Wei to help write a poem. He used to copy poems without asking, but this time he asked the original poet to give him a poem directly.
In this way, this side of the newspaper has been printed, and all that is needed is to print the poems and articles that were published today on the back page. If it can be printed within two or three days and spread throughout Chang'an within two or three days, then he can establish his position in one fell swoop.
The status and reputation of "the first person to publish Di Bao" is what he and Yang Shu said, "it is actually very simple."
“Xue Lang, there is a problem.”
"What's wrong?"
“Among these eight poems, there is a seven-character rhyme poem that does not match our prearranged layout.”
“Take it off and I’ll replace it with another one.”
“I’m afraid... No, it’s a poem by King Si Qi, and it should be in the second edition on the back.”
Xue Bai really didn’t expect that Li Zhen would compose a seven-character poem. He couldn’t help but frown and thought for a while, then said: “Let’s carve it first, and I’ll see how to rearrange it.”
“Xue Lang, maybe you can change the size of the characters?”
“No, the size cannot be changed so that others can see it.
Xue Bai arranged the newspapers and engravings for a long time, but he still couldn't find a suitable method because he did not use movable type printing.
It is a whole poem with one engraving, and it is too late to change it at this time.
If the size of the characters is not changed, Li Zhen's seven-character poem can only be replaced with a larger layout, and other poems cannot be arranged. In the end, Xue Bai simply palmed off Liu Yushi's poem.
But in this way, a small space of space is left in the end. It is not enough to put the whole verse, and it will look empty if it is not put.
Xue Bai thought about it a lot, then he simply wrote a few sentences and handed it to the craftsman.
"Engrave this and work quickly. We will start printing at dawn."
“Here.“
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"Ok?"
"alright."
The next day, several blocks of engraving were put together, a brush dipped in ink was applied with ink, and the paper was covered with white paper. The craftsmen began to print the newspaper in an orderly manner.
One, two... the original and duplicate copies were bound together and placed in wooden boxes. At first, there were only a few copies, but by sunset, the first box was full.
The first box was put on the carriage and sent to the palace first; then, the second box was sent to Fengwei Tower.
In this way, the first batch of mass-printed Dibao newspapers came into being...
