Chapter 88 Science and Technology are the Primary Productive Forces

"Science and technology are the primary productive forces!"

Yun Lang said solemnly to Cao Xiang while eating.

"What science? What technology? What is the primary productive force? ”

Cao Xiang put down his job, he felt that Yun Lang was deceiving him again with those words in Northwest Institute of Technology that he didn't understand.

"Tell me, do we really have to write on bamboo slips?"

"Not necessarily, your hobby is special, I saw you collecting turtle shells some time ago, and you can engrave turtle shells."

After Cao Xiang finished speaking, seeing that Yun Lang's face was not good, he hurriedly said: "Don't write on the bamboo slips, you can also write on the silk silk, it's not a big deal."

I came to the city to know that the barbarians of the West wrote on lambskin, or calfskin, and this is not a matter for our brothers, why? How much sheepskin do you want? ”

"I'm going to make a thousand copies of a book, what do you think?"

"It's not difficult, just order the slaves in the city to help you get wooden slabs, by the way, how many words does your book have?"

"It's not much, it's estimated that one book has been written, and there are about 500,000 words!"

Cao Xiang's smile immediately condensed, put down his rice bowl and said slowly: "I can write a bamboo slip with a maximum of thirty-five characters, even if I write on both sides, although this is very embarrassing, it is only seventy words......

Ah Lang, you should know that a cart of slips can only hold 150,000 words, and a book of more than 500,000 words will fit five carts......

You have to make a thousand copies...... That's 5,000 cars...... The silk is not bearable, sheepskin, cowhide, oh my God, you will kill me...... Why don't we write less? Or ten sets? Fifty carts of books are already amazing.

You should know that people who are rich in learning are also reading a book from you.

Ah Lang, we have to dig the copper ore first, and then smash the copper ore, then grind it into powder, and then put it in water to wash the ore, and then dry it and put it in the furnace to smelt copper, and when the copper is smelted, we will have the money to give you a lot of books, what do you think of my idea? ”

Cao Xiang was obviously intimidated by the five thousand carts of books!

What kind of person is Cao Xiang, his ancestors are the prime ministers of the Han Dynasty, the founding marquis, his father is the Marquis of Pingyang, his mother is the eldest princess of the empire, his family's fief is half a county, 3,700 households, and his family also controls six merchants, all of whom are big merchants who can be named in the Han Dynasty.

They also had four thousand slaves and fifteen slaves......

Even Cao Xiang, who regarded money as dung, immediately retreated when he heard about the huge number of 5,000 cars, what did a poor ghost like Sima Qian use to promote his books to the world?

Books are not something you can write and finish, and it is more difficult to disseminate and educate than to write them, and in this era, any brilliant masterpiece can be passed down with too much chance.

If it is a book with strong practicality, such as the Art of War, the Law, and the Hundred Crafts, there may be people who take the initiative to copy it.

And such a thing as history books has always been able to rely on royal promotion.

In this way, as long as the royal family has brains, they will eliminate all the passages that are very unfavorable to themselves in the history books, so that such history books are meaningless to Sima Qian.

Later, the current dynasty only did historical records, and did not write real history books, and only after the fall of the dynasty would later dynasties write the history books of the previous dynasties.

Just like in the Tang Dynasty, celebrities were organized to revise a large number of historical books of the previous dynasties as valuable cultural wealth to be passed on to future generations.

The histories of Liang, Qi, Northern Qi, Northern Zhou, and Sui were compiled and completed during the Zhenguan period.

Huo Quai, Li Dang, these people are depressed and in pain, they will think about how to pass on their pain to others, and they can release their emotions through bloody fighting.

Literati like Sima Qian were different, they generally relied on getting drunk to achieve the purpose of paralyzing the spirit.

It's a pity that the little light wine allocated to him in the army was not enough to anesthetize his nerves, and it only made him want to drink more and more, but in the end he didn't have to drink.

It's too painful......

So, learning from Qu Yuan to walk along the river, he was not faced with the surging river, but only a river covered with ice.

There is no surging water that can take away sorrow, and hard ice can only make people more sad and angry...... As a result, Sima Qian, who was disheveled, could only walk barefoot on the pebbles, punishing the body to achieve the purpose of soothing the brain.

"It's pathetic......"

Cao Xiang was deeply sympathetic to Sima Qian's plight.

"You don't know what will happen to him in the future, otherwise you will be more sympathetic to him."

"You know?"

"Northwest Institute of Technology has a discipline called arithmetic, I can control the magic to calculate and measure impermanence, the accuracy rate is generally more than 30%, do you want to calculate yours?"

Cao Xiang glanced at Yun Lang and said, "You can coax others, don't use it to deceive me?"

If you want money, you can take what I have, and I guess you don't want my people, so ah, don't bother to lie to me, it's boring. ”

"You say, what do you think if I had the ability to shrink more than 500,000 words into something one foot square and one inch thick, and it could make you see it clearly?"

Cao Xiang jumped a tiger, distanced himself from Yun Lang, waved his hand and said, "I told you not to lie to me, why are you still cheating?" ”

Yun Lang sneered: "Born with an idiot look, is it very rewarding for me to lie to you?" God really doesn't have long eyes, all good things are given to idiots, and I'm angry. ”

Cao Xianghu looked at Yun Lang suspiciously, his eyes rolled a little, and he said loudly to Sima Qian, who was walking under the city wall: "Brother Ziming, Brother Ziming, Yun Lang said that there is a way to spread your book all over the world, do you want to listen to it?" ”

Hearing Cao Xiang's shout, Sima Qian stopped his bloody feet and smiled sadly at Yun Lang and Cao Xiang on the city wall: "I was taught by Master Confucius, Master Dong, what I learned is etiquette, and what I use is real. ”

Cao Xiang turned his head, wanting to see a trace of fraud on Yun Lang's face, but he only saw the anger on his face.

He hurriedly shouted under the city wall: "It's true, Ah Lang said that he has condensed millions of words into something one foot square, so that the spread of your books will not be a problem."

You also know that he is a person who can't be killed by thunder and lightning, and there should be some unknown ghosts. ”

Yun Lang and Li Shaojun fought in Shanglin Yuan, causing hail to pour in the sky for half an hour, and this matter had already spread crazy in Shilin.

Especially Dong Zhongshu, this guy, is known all over the world after the process of Yun Lang's battle with Li Shaojun in Shanglin Yuan through wonderful language processing.

Right now, Yun Lang said that he was the second god stick of the Great Han, and no one dared to recognize the first one.

If it weren't for Yun Lang when he was at home, he drove away all the gods who came to the door to ask for advice with big sticks, and the Yun family would have become the number one god stick nest in the world.

Even so, Huo Quai's wife, Cao Xiang's wife, after learning that she was pregnant, begged Song Qiao one after another, asking Song Qiao to persuade Yun Lang to help them see if the belly was male or female, and if it was female, could it be replaced with a baby boy......

For this, Yun Lang even scolded Song Qiao, so that no one dared to say anything about the immortal Tao in front of Yun Lang.

Sima Qian was obviously a young man who had been brainwashed by Master Dong Zhongshu Dong, and when he heard that Yun Lang was going to use immortal magic to help him, he actually jumped happily from the river beach to the city wall.

didn't say a word, he gave a deep salute, no matter how Yun Lang asked him to get up, he refused.

"You just write your book well, write what you should write, and leave the rest to me, and when you write the book, I will naturally have a way to spread your book to the world."

When it came to the book, Sima Qian had no personality at all, and flatteringly flattered him with his bloodstained feet and followed Yun Lang, and he had to make a note......

As soon as he heard that he wanted to make a note, Yun Lang was furious, but when he saw Cao Xiang's eager face and Sima Qian's two faces that were about to cry, he held back his anger and still set up a note according to Sima Qian's request.

Sima Qian carefully hid the bamboo slip with the written note in his arms, and then went to find shoes to wear, walking barefoot for so long, it was too painful.

"Ah Lang, I heard that your immortal family has a thousand-mile sound transmission technique, I don't know if you can do it, I really want to hear my son call me father!"

"Get out—"