Datang: Begin with Li Shimin as a father

Chapter 132 You Child, Prodigal...

"Zhuangyuan Lang, time is running out, I won't drink tea while I wait!"

"At the court today, Ma Zhou, the censor, presented books, claiming that you made them yourself, and that these books can be printed repeatedly."

"Ma Zhou wants to ask for credit for you, and His Majesty is also very happy, but many people don't believe it."

"In order to verify the authenticity of this matter, I will come here by order to find out!"

Du Ruhui and Li Xiaogong, simple and clear, quickly sorted out the matter.

Li Gen smiled and nodded when he heard the words. As for who questioned, Li Gen can naturally guess.

After all, once books become popular, it will harm the interests of certain groups.

It is impossible to keep people from getting angry if they have touched their foundations.

Maybe later, there will be more revenge waiting for him.

Ugh!
Things have come to this point, and we can only face the difficulties.

"Four seniors, please follow the younger generation to take a look!"

Li Gen led the four of them straight to the largest house in the manor.

In the past, bean sprouts were specially made here, but now, fresh vegetables are already on the market in Dongxi Market, so the production of bean sprouts has naturally temporarily stopped.

After entering the house.

The eyes of Li Xiaogong, Du Ruhui, Cheng Yaojin and Wei Zheng all stared round.

All four were shocked by the scene before them.

In the huge house, apart from the rows of clay printing plates, there are also rows of clay models. Although it is a bit messy, it is more visually shocking.

"Zhuangyuanlang, is this the printing tool?"

Wei Zheng picked up a clay model, and it was indeed engraved with handwriting on the top, but although the handwriting looked a bit wrong, Wei Zheng also knew that it was the same as a seal.

Li Gen nodded with a smile and said.

"Wei Zhongcheng, that's true. No matter what kind of books you want to print, you can print them as long as you combine them."

"Zhuangyuanlang, can I see it with my own eyes?"

Wei Zheng saw the clay printing plates all over the room, and remembered what Ma Zhou said, the handwriting on these clay printing plates was carved by Zhuangyuan Lang himself with bamboo sticks, so he secretly looked at Li Gen's hand.

Sure enough, his hands were full of marks of being stabbed.

"Four seniors, please look!"

In the direction of Li Gen's fingers, there are neat rows of clay printing plates.

"The most common ones are Zuo Zhuan, these templates are from the Analects, here is Mencius, and then there are the Book of Rites, Zhou Li, Shangshu..."

"Going to the sages and sages, the knowledge written by the younger generation has been engraved!"

Hearing Li Gen's introduction, Wei Zheng became a little incoherent with excitement.

Li Xiaogong, Du Ruhui and Cheng Yaojin naturally knew everything about this house.

It is enough to change the cultural dissemination and knowledge popularization of the entire Tang Dynasty.

"Can the number one scholar show it to us?"

Wei Zheng gasped excitedly.

"Seniors, if this is the case, this junior will show his shame."

"Zhao Si, Feng Wu, fetch ink and paper."

Li Gen yelled.

Zhao Si was holding a pot of ink, and Feng Wu was holding a bundle of cut paper.

After the two put them in the designated location, they slowly exited the house.

"Uncle Cheng, please take off the paper after this junior has rubbed one side."

"Don't worry, it's just a little effort!"

Li Gen picked up a template and put it on a self-made bracket.

There is a pulley at the upper end of the bracket, and Li Gen gently pulls the rope.

The printing plate falls straight down to pick up the ink.

Li Gen pulled the rope again, and the printing plate slowly slid forward, stopping just above the paper.

Li Gen loosened the rope.

Everyone only heard a bang.

The printing plate was firmly pressed against the paper.

Li Gen followed suit and continued to pull the rope.

The printing plate followed his control and slid towards the ink.

Cheng Yaojin quickly reached out and took down the page.

When the four of them saw it, the fragrance of ink came to their nostrils, and rows of neat and uniform handwriting were clearly visible.

It is the "Analects" of Confucius.

Li Xiaogong, Du Ruhui, Cheng Yaojin and Wei Zheng were all dumbfounded.

It was between Li Gen's pulling and loosening.

A piece of rubbed paper will come out perfectly!

This is thousands of times faster than copying books by hand.

And it not only saves ink, but also saves paper.

Books printed in this way are obviously easier to preserve for a longer period of time than copied books.

"Zhuangyuanlang, can I give this tool a try?"

Wei Zheng couldn't help but was eager to try.

"Wei Zhongcheng, please!"

Under the guidance of Li Gen.

Wei Zheng quickly learned the operating procedures.

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

"My Tang Dynasty can be expected to revive, ZTE can be expected!"

Wei Zheng was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

With this thing, why do people worry about having no books to read.

"Xuan Cheng, you come to fetch the paper, let me pull it a few times too, to have a good time!"

Cheng Yaojin couldn't wait, and replaced Wei Zheng.

Li Gen gave some pointers, and Cheng Yaojin quickly got started.

"Hahahaha, although my old Cheng is uneducated, I can also print books!"

Li Xiaogong and Du Ruhui were very happy.

The value of this thing is incalculable, and its significance is so great that everyone has a steelyard in their hearts.

Li Xiaogong and Du Ruhui also tried their hand at printing books for fun.

"Zhuangyuan Lang, it's getting late, can this king take this object to the Hall of Xiande for His Majesty and all civil and military officials to have a look at it?"

Hearing this, Li Gen nodded with a smile and said.

"This junior, I made it for the purpose of inheriting the sage's knowledge, please donate it to His Majesty directly."

"Hahahaha, Zhuangyuan Lang has the world in his heart, and this king admires it very much. What about these clay printing plates?"

"Someone can come and take it away at any time!"

Li Gen replied with a smile.

"Okay, I will first thank the champion for all the students in the world."

"Thank you Zhuangyuan Lang!"

Wei Zheng also clasped his fists together, impressed by Li Gen's chest.

Although Li Gen is the prince, he and His Majesty belong to the same family.

But, he himself doesn't know!

It's really admirable to have such a heart!

Although the printing equipment is not very heavy, it occupies a large area due to its structure.

The four of Cheng Yaojin came galloping on horseback, so naturally they couldn't pick them up and leave.

If it breaks and His Majesty is angry, they will definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

Li Gen asked Zhao Si to drive a carriage to send it off, and also took away the entire Analects of Confucius.

Li Gen has been sent outside the manor,

After watching everyone leave, he returned to the manor with a smile.

"Grandpa, those four are high-ranking officials, and one is Chu Mo's father."

Seeing Grandpa and Lele approaching, Li Gen said with a smile.

"Grandpa naturally saw that they were high-ranking officials. Grandpa is stupid and can't speak, so naturally he couldn't embarrass his grandson."

"They took away all the tools you used to print books?"

"Well, Grandpa, it was given to His Majesty by his grandson. As long as His Majesty can continue to print books so that more young people like Sun'er can have books to read, everything will be worthwhile."

"You child, prodigal..."

Li Yuan sighed and spoke.

(End of this chapter)