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There was a gentle breeze and the weather was perfect. After Li Longji got up, he was looking at the "Qin Gao Zhuan" presented by Yang Zhao casually, which is a strange story based on the Eastern Jin Dynasty's "Sou Shen Ji".
Sage, can you read what Xue Bai wrote?" Gao Lishi asked with a smile, "Is Shuzi willing to write a new story?"
“That’s not true, it’s because the newspaper has been printed.”
Li Longji couldn’t help laughing and scolding: “You old fox, you deliberately teased me.”
“The old slave is too presumptuous.” Gao Lishi indeed made a joke on purpose. From time to time, monarchs and ministers must have a little fun.
Since he has written the newspaper, please submit it. If I am satisfied, I will print it."
"Replying to the saint, I did not write one copy, but printed thousands of copies and sent them to the palace. They can be distributed to the literate palace officials so that the saint can see the results."
"Impossible." Li Longji immediately waved his hand and mused: "He just asked someone to copy thousands of copies. Let me take a look and expose his tricks."
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After a while, several copies of the Di's newspaper were presented to Li Longji's imperial records. At the first glance, his eyes froze and he realized that they were printed.
This is impossible. The poem on the paper was written by his ministers just the day before yesterday. It was too late to engrave and print it... Is this the so-called movable type printing?
My eyes fell on Li Mi’s poem with complicated characters. It was impossible that the copper plate had already cast the characters "Huan" and "Ying".
It is even more impossible for temporary casting to be so fast.
Li Longji looked thoughtful, thinking about how this was done.
But what I have to say is that he was indeed shocked by Xue Bai.
This was the first practical thing he asked Xue Bai to do, and it was done far beyond his expectations. Every word on the paper was the same size, the same neatness, and the typesetting was comfortable, making it pleasing to the eye at first glance.
Looking at the content again, he spared no effort in promoting the unprecedented prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the merits of the saints... What is important is that this newspaper will be published in several places, spreading wider and longer than many books.
“Xue Bai is a minister who can do things well.”
Li Longji could not help but sigh with emotion at this sentence. He continued to think about it. After reading the entire first page, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper before he looked at the second page.
Suddenly, he picked up the first page and read it again, then raised his brows and laughed.
“Shu Zi, don’t even think of hiding it from me!”
“Saint?” Gao Lishi was still confused.
“Poems are written first.” Li Longqi said: “Look at the poem here, the article was written by Shuzi himself. Where is the poem?
Wei Shu, Wang Wei, Li Mi, Su Mingyuan, Xiao Yingshi, and Li Hua were all close friends of Shuzi. They had already started printing a few days before Wangri came to court. "
"So that's the case, no wonder it's so fast." Gao Lishi exclaimed: "The saint can even see this."
“Go and summon Xue Bai.”
Xue Bai was in the imperial city and was soon taken to the Daming Palace.
As soon as Li Longji saw him coming, he immediately threw a copy of the newspaper in front of him and shouted: "How bold, even I dare to deceive you."
"Has your Majesty seen it?"
?????????.????”
Xue Bai indeed brought Wang Wei, Li Mi and others to his room in early April and forced them to hand over their poems.
“What a head start.”
Although Li Longji was still scolding, he then smiled proudly, "I blame you for taking advantage of the fact that I told you in advance what kind of content I was going to print."
Having said that, after seeing through Xue Bai's envoys, he was too lazy to think deeply about the specific craftsmanship Xue Bai used when printing.
In short, it’s movable type printing, it doesn’t matter what it is... In short, Xue Bai did a great job in printing the Di newspaper, and it has definitely left a deep impression on him.
“Your Majesty, please allow me to publish the report of my residence in the palace, so that Your Majesty can see the results?”
NA
In the Jiuzhong Palace Garden, the royal willows are as silk as silk. On the window of the side hall, a huge hibiscus flower is embroidered. In front of the Yangzhou Shuixin Mirror, Yang Yuhuan has put on new makeup and is trying on clothes. Suddenly she hears a movement from the palace garden, and she can't help but be curious.
Recruited Zhang Yunrong for consultation.
“What happened?”
It was the Zhuangyuan Lang who followed the sage's will and distributed the imperial newspaper in the palace, "
“But he has so many evil ideas, let’s go and have a look.”
….
The thousand-leaf peaches on the red palace wall are about to wither. When the wind blows, the flowers fall red. On the road in the palace garden, Xue Bai is leading more than ten eunuchs, who are like salesmen delivering reports.
He held a wicker in his hand and waved it casually, as if he was directing the eunuch behind him to sing. The tune he sang was so fresh.
“La la la, la la la, I am a little expert in selling newspapers....
Xue Bai didn't use other more creative methods and just walked in a circle along the prescribed road.
The maids rarely saw such a handsome foreign official walking in the forbidden garden. He was passed on to ten people and hundreds of people came to him one after another.
For a moment, the pink skirt fluttered, like the peach blossoms blooming again in spring.
“Slower! Slower!”
The little eunuchs screamed loudly and said: "Only those who can read can receive it! Those who can read have come to receive it and read it to others... Which camp are you from?"
“It’s true that the Number One Scholar has entered the palace?!” Suddenly a palace lady shouted excitedly, and the crowd was in confusion, and no one knew who it was.
Yang Yuhuan saw this situation from a distance and felt it was funny. Just as he was about to step forward, a group of people arrived from the opposite direction. It was Mei Fei Jiang Caiping and the palace people who came to see it in person.
I have seen Concubine Mei." The eunuchs of Ying'e did not dare to make any mistake, so they all stepped aside and saluted.
How about Xue Lang give me one?" Jiang Caiping asked.
Xue Bai quickly straightened up, picked up the newspaper and handed it over.
Jiang Caiping saw Yang Yuhuan coming over, nodded coldly and turned away, but whispered something before leaving.
“Taizhen has a good sworn brother.”
Yang Yuhuan then stepped forward and said with a smile: "Why didn't the saint send General Gao to accompany you? Aren't you afraid that these palace ladies will swallow you up?"
“The saint tests his ministers.“
“No matter, as a sister, I should help you guard the battle. Update faster xs520.co remember the whole ~ this ~ 520 readings”
“Thank you, Sister, for your understanding, lest others say I broke the rules of the palace.”
Yang Yuhuan scolded Xue Bai and straightened the order, asking those palace maids who were literate to receive their reports and leave.
While the eunuchs were busy reporting their residences, she got closer and asked: "You pushed my brother too high, wouldn't you have harmed him?"
“Sister, if you believe me, the Yang family will be better than before.”
"Believe you." Yang Yuhuan smiled, turned his back to the eunuchs, and whispered: "I will send my disciples to Taile Department.
If you have something urgent in the future, you can ask her to contact me directly."
"good."
“You, don’t let me rush you into writing the drama of “The Legend of White Snake” again.”
Yang Yuhuan smiled, put his hand on Xue Bai's forehead, and walked away.
Xue Bai continued to lead the eunuchs around the palace.
10n
That evening, Li Longji took a whim and drove to several palaces and gardens of the Daming Palace. Whenever he encountered palace maids or eunuchs, he would call them over and ask,
“Do you know what major events are happening in the world recently?”
“The saint is going to write an unprecedented masterpiece, which is an unprecedented event.”
"Where did you learn these terms "unprecedented" and "unprecedented"?"
“Today Zhao Cairen read the newspaper in his residence, and my servant learned it.”
“Let’s go and see Zhao Cairen.”
Li Longji gave the order casually, and then summoned Gao Lishi to come closer and whispered: "The report in this residence can enable the king to go beyond Zhongshu's door and directly appeal to his subjects."
Gao Lishi was puzzled and asked: "But why did the saint go around Zhongshu's door?"
“That’s right.” Li Longji, a great leader of the generation, did not want to be ignored, so there was no need for it. In the end, he just said casually: “Having said that, the newspaper cannot be controlled by the prime minister.”
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"What?"
"It is the Di newspaper that Xue Bai has been busy with. It is similar to the Kaiyuan miscellaneous newspaper. It will almost spread throughout Chang'an in one day."
“Who did it?“
Li Linfu frowned, knowing that the fastest way to spread the news throughout Chang'an would be to patrol Nanya and get help from bad people in Jingzhao and Jingzhao counties.
However, the answer he got was beyond his expectation.
"Restaurants, tea shops, street vendors, businessmen, busy literati, and some squares. There are people reading newspapers in some big restaurants; along Zhuque Street, or at the entrance of each stall, there are boys giving away hair, but only giving away hair.
For literate people; in addition, there are students from the Imperial College who are writing a lot."
“Show me the truth.”
Li Linfu took the newspaper and read it. He was startled again and shouted: "Call Juro!
Several officials looked at each other and knew from this tone that the blame must be on Li again. They lowered their heads to hide their sympathy.
as expected.
"Trash! I asked you to serve as a young eunuch, but you don't know anything about it?!"
“My grandpa said that as long as Party Yang doesn’t intend to fight for power, some small matters such as paper and ink craftsmanship...
“How dare you quibble?!”
This matter may threaten the power of the prime minister, Li Linfu was angry, he immediately stepped forward and kicked Li Duan over. They are looking for a way to fight for power from you, this good-for-nothing!"
“Child, let’s go check it out now!” Li quickly admitted his mistake and said, “Check out what kind of craftsmanship they used…
“Check? Is it still useful to check now?”
“Yes, I’m going to win over people now.”
When Li Linfu mentioned this matter, he thought that Xue Bai was engaged to Yan, and became even more furious. He kicked Li again and said, "If you fail to do one thing, everything will go wrong, and the fault will all be yours!"
“The child must be saved, now go win him over!”
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In the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, Chen Xilie looked at a newspaper from left to right and murmured: "He put my poem on the first page of the back page."
“My Lord is so concerned about Bi Mawen, but he puts you behind Weishu and doesn’t know how to rank you.”
“No, no, no, I am thinking that by putting King Siqi’s poem at the back, is he trying to praise me?”
“My lord, I’ll tell you the truth, King Siqi’s poem was very poorly written. If he didn’t look like a saint...
"Hush." Chen Xilie interrupted: "Have you prepared the gift for Du Fu?"
Xianggong is the Prime Minister of the Left and also the Minister of Secretariat. How can he give gifts to the family of a doctor? "
“You will be prepared as long as you are told.” Chen Xilie sighed, pointed at the newspaper on the case, and said, “Look, what I’m fighting for is the future, what should I look at in the future, young man.”
Only then did Mrs. Wei realize something and said, "I'll go get ready right now."
“The right prime minister is old and the uncle is sick. From now on, I will have to bear the responsibility of this prosperous world. The only way to win over these young people is to avoid arousing suspicion.”
Chen Xilie murmured, picked up the Di newspaper and continued to read, this time looking carefully to find where his name was.
There are five places in total.
One has "Secretary and Young Supervisor Chen Gong supervises the publication" on the front page, just in front of "School Secretary Xue Bai compiles seal scripts"; the other two are on the front page, one is "Chen Gong petitions" and the other is "
"Supervised by Mr. Chen"; the fourth section is located in the second edition of the library in the east courtyard of the Secretariat Province... In short, Xue Bai knows how to apportion credit.
It’s just a little too much.
NA
Wubenfang, the guest house lobby near the Imperial College is very lively, and students are enthusiastically discussing the Dibao that came out today.
Compared with officials who paid more attention to the meaning behind Di Bao, white scholars paid more attention to the content.
“Can I really go to the East Branch of the Secretariat to read books?! This way I can save a lot of money!”
“Look clearly, it says, ‘The Imperial College and other prefectures and counties will give birth to disciples and raise their sons’.”
Brother Cui, you are a disciple of the Imperial Academy, how about you take me with you?"
Amidst the noisy conversation, a young village minister, about twenty years old, stepped into the hall.
“Chang Gun, here.” Someone shouted to him immediately.
Chang Gun was young, but he had a straight face, a very serious and unsmiling look, and his clothes were neither good nor bad.
His father was the magistrate of Sanyuan County, Jingzhao Prefecture, a seventh-rank official. It was a bit reluctant for him to study for the imperial examination, but fortunately he was smart and good at writing articles since he was a child.
The guest house was so noisy at this time that Chang Gun didn't even hear his friend's call. He bypassed a group of people who were reading the Di's newspaper and asked Dr. Cha directly: "Is there any Di's newspaper?"
“Is the guest official literate? What is this character?”
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Chang Gun was still holding a coin in his hand and was wondering whether the price was worth it. A copy of the Di newspaper was handed to him.
“Sir, please help me read it to the illiterate people. It’s free of charge.”
“Thank you.”
Chang Gun hadn't heard his friend's call yet. He was reading the newspaper while walking and almost tripped at the threshold.
Someone is chasing someone down the street.
“Xue Ling! Don’t run!”
“Get him!“
Several figures passed by Chang Gun one after another, almost knocking him down, but he turned sideways, protecting the newspaper in his hand, and stood in the middle of the street looking around until a group of people ran past on the other side of the street. ,
"Here is a literate man!" Then several people gathered around, and one of them said: "Sir, please read it, this newspaper is being talked about everywhere, and we also want to hear it."
Okay." Chang Gun then read the article on the front page with an expressionless expression. He thought to himself, in this way, there would be more places for Jinshi to be admitted next spring, and he would have the hope of competing.
After that, he didn't care whether others understood or not, and continued to read the second edition of the Dongyuan Library. This was the most relevant to his interests. He happened to be a member of the Jingzhao Mansion, so he could borrow the annotations for free, or just spend money on paper to copy them. , which can save a lot of money.
He also saw some official affairs and farming affairs written in the corners of the page.
“How to get fat?“
After Chang Gun read it, he recalled that most of the farmers in Sanyuan County knew how to make fertilizers, but in the future, as local officials, they should know these things for the sake of governance.
This is a habit he has developed by being with his grandfather for many years, so he understands the significance of publishing these farming-related contents in this newspaper. Illiterate farmers may not be able to see it, but some people can...
“The newspaper publisher is a capable man,” he thought to himself.
The rest are all poems and essays. The poems on the front are all very good. Except for Cui Hao and Chen Xilie on the side, no one else's poetry can compare with him.
The entire newspaper was almost finished.
Chang Gun's eyes moved and looked at the last paragraph,
Di Bao first published, why encourage the men of the Tang Dynasty?"
“Establish a mind for the heaven and earth, establish a destiny for the livelihood of the people, carry on the unique knowledge for the saints, and create peace for the world.”
Chang Gun suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.
He thought about the contents of each page of the newspaper again, and then realized that the expenses he saved were actually spent on the national treasury. What was the purpose of compiling a huge book, opening a library, and publishing a newspaper?
Looking up, I saw that the restaurants and tea shops were bustling with activity.
But I don’t know how many people in Chang’an City were inspired by these four sentences like him at that moment, or it might affect their lifelong ambitions?
Faintly, he could hear their shouts.
“Achievements! Achievements! Men of our generation should have broader ambitions!”
“There is such a newspaper, I will never forget it in my life.”
Chang Gun suddenly thought of something, turned the Di newspaper back to the front, looked at the front page, and then looked at a few words that he had originally ignored.
“Xue Bai?“
Because the impression was so profound, he remembered the Di newspaper and the person who ran it that day.
