Early the next morning, Zhang Yuan took those bound poetry collections and prepared to go to the Zhicheng Gate of Chang'an City.

The entourage also brought all the things that Zhang Yuan wanted to use, not only paper, but also ink and carved wooden boards.

The straight city gate is a city gate that the ministers of the court and the central government must pass through every day to go to the Jianzhang Palace to do their work.

More than half of the Han government agencies in Chang'an City had to work in the palace, because Liu Che moved his residence to Jianzhang Palace, which caused those ministers to also go to Jianzhang Palace on errands.

In Chang'an City, there are only five office locations left: the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Lieutenant's Mansion, the Tingwei Mansion, the Daxing Mansion, and the Danong Mansion.

The Jianzhang Palace includes the eight office locations of Lang Zhongling, Taichang, Zongzheng, Shaofu, Weiwei, Taifu, Dianguo, and will be a master craftsman.

Naturally, it is divided into the distinction between a retainer and a retainer.

Zhang Yuan's main purpose today is to attract the attention of most officials, and of course, he also hopes that these officials can spread their printing skills to the public, and it is best for everyone in the world to know about it.

"Master, let's build a wooden platform directly inside the city gate?"

The accompanying Zongxing was obviously a little unsuitable for Zhang Yuan's flamboyant style, and Zhang Yuan in the past was more low-key if he could be low-key.

"Yes, it should be big and conspicuous, but it should not block the way for others to enter and exit."

Zhang Yuan said to Zong Xing, and then stood aside, waiting for Zong Xing and them to set up the wooden platform.

If you don't set up a good stage, how can you sing.

After about half an hour, the rudimentary wooden platform was finally erected.

There were also two flags hung on both sides, and even Zhang Yuan didn't know where Zongxing got it.

It may be that he said that he wanted to be more conspicuous, so Zong Xing ran to rectify it.

"Master, the platform has been set up, what do you think will happen next?"

"Now let's get a wooden table, and we'll print my book of poems all day today.

The ones that were made last night were dispersed, and they should be distributed to those who were officials, or literati. ”

Zong Xing nodded, and went down to do what Zhang Yuan said.

Now that this hour has just arrived, Liu Cheren is still in Dinghu Yanshou Palace, so there is no need to go to the court, so there is not much traffic.

After another half an hour, the number of people began to slowly increase, and there were already officials in official uniforms watching from the edge of the wooden platform.

Zhang Yuan has been regarded as a man of the year in Chang'an City in recent years, and he is also the talk of people after dinner, if you want to talk about the speed of promotion alone, only Wei Qing can overshadow Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanren was sitting on the wooden platform, and the people below looked at Zhang Yuan like monkeys, and they didn't know what Zhang Yuan, Liu Chefeng's doctor, wanted to do.

When Zong Xing led people to start distributing Zhang Yuan's poetry collection, everyone gradually felt the extraordinary.

"This is the paper sold in Princess Pingyang's Qingmu Workshop recently?"

"Yes, it's paper, and it's been revised into a booklet."

"How can this piece be so rich, when the paper is distributed on the street, the old man wanted to buy some some some time ago, but he was frightened by the price."

"That's right, a one-foot-square piece of paper is comparable to the price of two rolls of bamboo slips, and I have been poor all my life, and I have to support dozens of people in my family for the officials, how can I have spare money to buy that kind of fresh gadgets."

"From this point of view, this Zhang Yuan is really wealthy, it seems that he has made a lot of money over the years."

"What do you people know? I served in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I had long heard rumors in the mansion that this paper was made by Zhang Yuan.

Otherwise, why do you think Your Majesty promoted Zhang Yuan to Doctor Qing, Princess Pingyang's Qingmufang is a two-percent money of Zhang Yuan, and people are now holding a cash cow. ”

"Wait, you see the booklet is full of words.

It's really a tyrannical thing, there are words on every page, how can we use it? ”

"Bah, I know that Zhang Yuan is not so kind, don't you see that these poems were written by him before.

The old man thought he was a little literate, but he didn't expect him to be such a fictitious person. ”

Under the wooden platform, some people were surprised, some were not angry, some people didn't care, and some people opened their eyes wide, but the people who didn't leave here were people who wanted to see what Zhang Yuan wanted to do next.

"Everyone."

Zhang Yuan saw that the people below were gathering more and more, and he stood up suddenly.

"Forgive me, I have gained something recently, so I will distribute some poetry collections here.

Don't worry if you don't get it, wait a minute, it will be printed immediately.

You see, this is also a new gadget that I have recently come up with, and I can print hundreds of such booklets in a single day.

As long as you wait patiently, you will have it. ”

"Doctor, we have to go to the upper duty, so we don't have time to wait here.

Otherwise, don't waste that effort and just send us the blank booklet.

When we go home in the evening, if we think about Dr. Qing's poems, wouldn't it be better for us to copy them ourselves and keep them at home. ”

"Yes, Dr. Qing, send us a blank booklet."

The pot exploded at the bottom, and Zhang Yuan thought that these officials were so shameless.

Zhang Yuan didn't know how to answer.

"Be quiet."

Suddenly, an old man stood up, although his beard was gray, but his face was radiant, and his body looked very tough.

As soon as this person stood up and shouted, he immediately fell silent, looking like he should be a big man, but Zhang Yuan, a person who has never been to the court a few times, doesn't know this old man.

"Doctor Qing, the old man wants to ask you that this collection of poems can be published in hundreds of volumes a day?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded, finally someone saw the point.

"Don't dare to deceive Mr., it's easy for one person to have hundreds of books a day, if Mr. doesn't believe it, you can watch it here for a day."

After hearing this, the old man immediately walked up to the stage and circled around the servants of the Zhang Mansion who were printing the poetry collection.

"The old man sees that this is not a transcription, how can he copy all the words on paper?"

"Sir, as I said before, this is called printing, not transcription.

If he copied, even a scribe who was skilled in holding a pen would only copy fifty copies a day. ”

Although the number of words in Zhang Yuan's poetry collection is not much, according to the current writing speed of people, you have to stop and look at a word when you write a word, and it is true that you can only copy dozens of copies in a whole day.

Of course, this is a habit left over from writing on bamboo slips for a long time, and when paper is completely popularized, the writing speed of literati will also increase.

"Well, what else can this printing technique be used for?"

Zhang Yuan nodded and said affirmatively.

"I don't have many words in this poetry collection, even if it is changed to "Spring and Autumn" with more words, or other classics, it is not impossible to have 100 copies a day."