In the Daiyuan, Lin Yuanda, who was unbearable, finally got rid of the people who came to congratulate him, and returned to his study, and saw Lin Zhao, who had been invited into the study by Daiyuan, with a smile on his somewhat tired face, and said helplessly: "I have lived in Yuezhou for more than a year, and I haven't seen those people so enthusiastic. ”

Lin Zhao was originally sitting, but after seeing Lin Jian walk in, he got up and saluted, and then said with a smile: "Everyone is like this, isn't my nephew also rushing to shoot Uncle Seven's ass?" ”

Hearing Lin Zhao's teasing, Lin Yuanda shook his head helplessly: "San Lang probably came to me for something, otherwise, according to your temperament, you will not come to me until at least tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." ”

The uncle and nephew have known each other for more than half a year at this time, and Lin Jian has already figured out Lin Zhao's personality.

Lin Sanlang coughed and said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that my mother-in-law came to the door again today, and asked me to say a few good words to you and send my second brother to Chang'an to study, I naturally refused, and after a few quarrels with them, I told the truth." ”

Lin Jian had already sat down at this time, he was bowing his head to pour tea, and when he heard this, he looked up at Lin Zhao: "What truth?" ”

Lin Sanlang glanced at Lin Jian with a smile: "It's the matter that you want to take me to Chang'an." ”

This kind of thing, Lin Zhao naturally can't say that Lin Erniang said it, so he can only take the matter on himself.

Lin Jian lowered his head and blew a few breaths, took a sip of tea, looked up at Lin Zhao, and said with a smile: "San Lang has always been an old man, I thought you could calm down in whatever you do, but I didn't expect you to still have some youthful spirit." ”

Lin Zhao sat opposite Lin Jian and said with a smile: "My nephew is only thirteen years old, how can he be like you, Seventh Uncle, who is full of joy and anger." ”

"Less sycophants."

Lin Yuanda lowered his head and drank tea, glanced at Lin Zhao over and over again, and his face was calm: "Don't be surprised, San Lang is no worse than Uncle Wei, that day the thieves broke into the house, you are much calmer than me." ”

Lin Zhao also poured himself a cup of tea, and said in a low voice: "Seventh Uncle, my second brother, is studying in the Lin family's family school, after he knows about this matter, most of them will spread it around, and it won't be long before the whole family will know about it, this matter is impulsive to me, I don't know if it will bring you any trouble Seventh Uncle." ”

"Where can there be any trouble with this kind of thing?"

Lin Yuanda smiled and said: "It's me who goes to the Guozijian, and it's not the Lin family who goes to the Guozijian, what does the family have to do with me?" They really want to tear their faces to compete for a place in Taixue, and they annoy me, so I will only take you back to Chang'an alone, what can they do? ”

Last year, Lin Jian came back from Chang'an alone, because he was afraid of any risks, so he didn't let his family follow, he also had a mansion in Chang'an, and the family was still in Chang'an City.

Hearing this, Lin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Lin Jian can say this, which shows that he still supports himself unconditionally, and is even willing to offend his fellow people in Yuezhou for his own sake.

"Uncle Seven is domineering."

Lin Sanlang slapped a sycophant without a trace, picked up the teacup in his hand, toasted Lin Jian, and said with a smile: "With Uncle Seven's words, I can rest assured." ”

After Lin Jian drank a cup of tea with Lin Zhao, he got up and took out a few booklets from behind his desk, put them in front of Lin Zhao, and said, "San Lang won't come to look for me today, and I will invite you over in the next two days." ”

These booklets are the stories that Lin Zhao came up with.

Lin Jian opened the first booklet, went directly to the third one, and saw the story of Lin Shilang's skillful creation of movable type, and the future Guozi priest's face became serious: "In the past few days, I asked the people around me to collect the booklet of these stories, and now you should have come out to the sixth issue?" ”

Lin Zhao nodded, and said with a smile: "The reason why this booklet came out was to cut off the way for Cheng Jingzong and others to attack Uncle Seven, and later it sold very well, after I discussed it with Uncle Xie, I found that it was not impossible to make money, so I let people continue to do it." ”

He also picked up a few pamphlets on the table, flipped through them casually, and said, "The first four are all from my nephew's hands, and the last two are printed by Uncle Xie in the Yuezhou Readers' collection of stories, which should sell very well." ”

Lin Jian turned the first booklet to the page of "Lin Shilang's Skillful Creation of Movable Type", and then with a serious face, he said, "This thing...... It's amazing. ”

"That movable type printing, obviously it doesn't have much to do with me, but after this thing is printed, the entire Yuezhou and even several nearby states and counties know that I made this thing, if these brochures are spread to Chang'an City, the people of Chang'an City will soon believe this story."

Yuan Dagong looked up at Lin Zhao and said slowly: "But the truth is that this thing is not made by me. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and his voice was serious: "That is, this thing...... The truth can be easily erased. ”

Lin Jian's words, if he came to listen to them in this era, he might not be able to understand them for a while, but for Lin Zhao, it couldn't be easier to understand.

Although this pamphlet is a storybook, because people in this era lack information sources, they will believe what they see, that is to say, these storybooks, in a sense, assume the function of "media".

The media, which is the source of information for the vast majority of ordinary people, can easily tamper with or erase the truth.

Similar to the booklet of the story collection, because the update speed is very fast, generally one or two issues will be issued a month, so if the engraving version, it will definitely outweigh the loss, and only the new movable type can become the carrier of this new thing.

Lin Yuanda picked up these pamphlets, his voice was serious, and he said in a low voice: "That is to say, if San Lang makes this pamphlet, it is written that someone killed someone one day, even if the government verifies that he did not kill someone, he will most likely be charged with a murderer for the rest of his life." ”

Yuan Dagong looked at a few inconspicuous pamphlets on the table, and his eyes were solemn: "This thing is a killing weapon." ”

Lin Zhao didn't have such a heavy mood as Lin Jian, he smiled slightly, and said: "It's not as serious as what Uncle Seven said, as long as the words "The content of the book is purely fictional" are printed on the title page, and this thing was only to end up with Uncle Seven, and my nephew never thought of using this kind of thing to do evil." ”

"Besides, some serialized storybooks can't do any evil."

Speaking of which, Lin Zhao has actually seen some future in his heart.

With the gradual maturity of movable type printing, this kind of storybook model will only increase, and even slowly give birth to serious media such as "newspapers".

"This thing, in fact, can be done."

Lin Jian was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "After we arrive in Chang'an next year, San Lang can start to set up another thing similar to these booklets in Chang'an. ”

"When we get to Chang'an, we can use these wooden movable type workshops to print some brochures."

Speaking of this, Lin Yuanda narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "When the time comes, these pamphlets don't have to be used to write stories, but can also be used to record current affairs, and when the time comes, these inconspicuous things will really become a big killer!" ”

Lin Zhao's heart was shocked, he looked up at his seventh uncle, and after being silent for a while, he said with a wry smile: "Seventh uncle, if it is used to record current affairs, I am afraid that this thing will not be done for a long time, and it will not be long before the imperial court will find out how powerful this thing is, and it will definitely be collected by the government." ”

Lin Yuanda smiled.

"San Lang has forgotten that Uncle Wei is also a member of the imperial court?"

"Guozijian is the head of the world's official learning, and Guozijian will come forward to do this thing, and print some articles on current affairs in the booklet, who can say more?"

When Lin Zhao heard this, he didn't say anything more, just silently bowed his head and drank tea.

My seventh uncle... It's a big heart.