After three days, the movable type mold was finally carved! The first set of movable type molds in history was built!

Receiving this news, Princess Pingyang and Xue Lang rushed to the workshop one after another to witness this historic moment.

"Straight from the field?"

As soon as he jumped out of the carriage, he saw Princess Pingyang waiting at the door, a pair of wonderful eyes patrolling Xue Lang's body, and asked in a low voice.

Xue Lang's hem didn't know when it was stained with some dust. Keeping clothes tidy is etiquette, and I can't help but feel a little embarrassed: "I just checked the land in the field to check the situation of the land, and I didn't go home to change my clothes in time." ”

Princess Pingyang beckoned to him, and when Xue Lang passed, she bent down to pat the dust on his body, and said peacefully: "Let's go in." ”

Xue Lang's eyes narrowed with a smile, nodded, and went in with Princess Pingyang.

"I've seen His Highness, I've seen Xue Jungong."

The craftsmen with happy faces saw the two come in and saluted respectfully. Princess Pingyang waved her hand and said, "Don't be formal, look at the character model first." ”

"Whoa."

Under the guidance of the masters, when he went to the place where the word mold was placed, Xue Lang picked up a word mold and looked at it-

Because it is limited to the size of the paper, the font is also very delicate. This is the first batch of word molds, and later will be cast larger, all kinds of models have designs, but the first casting and printing books.

Princess Pingyang ordered in a deep voice: "Print the "Thousand Character Text" first!" ”

"Whoa."

The craftsman in charge of printing, according to the pre-designed typesetting, installs the typeplate, brushes the ink, fixes the paper, and presses the typeset down-

The handwriting is clear and neat! Several sheets were printed in succession, all of which were of the same quality, both neat and fast!

Princess Pingyang picked up the printed paper, looked at it, and said two words word by word: "Done!" ”

Xue Lang said: "Print out the entire "Thousand Character Text"! ”

"Whoa."

The craftsman of printing methodically installs the lettering, brushes the ink, and prints. Xue Lang and Princess Pingyang stood aside and watched, Xue Lang said: "Jianling, remember to let people cast a few more sets of character molds." ”

Princess Pingyang said: "I have already ordered this matter to go down, and I ordered to open another furnace and cast a few more sets." ”

Xue Lang smiled and nodded, his expression was bright: "When there are more character molds, several sets can be printed together, and the efficiency and output will come up." When the time comes, in addition to the basic enlightenment books, you can also print some treasured unique books or something. You can also ask contemporary people to write books for them, so that the variety of books in Datang can be enriched. By the way, the agricultural book should also be printed more. ”

Xue Lang began to imagine the future!

Princess Pingyang stared at him and bowed: "However, I will start preparing for this matter."

"I will ask the saint to establish a public national library!"

Xue Lang's eyes were blazing, and he was confident. Princess Pingyang asked, "Library? ”

Xue Lang hurriedly explained what a library was, and then said: "At present, due to the limitations of funds and the base of literate people, there are only two places suitable for establishing a library, that is, Chang'an and Luoyang. Other state capitals, limited by the number of books and funding, need to take their time. However, there is one rule that no private person is allowed to set up a library except for the imperial court! ”

Princess Pingyang's eyes were contemplative, and her chin bowed: "It's not ......"

"However, in this way, movable type printing may not be saved!"

Xue Lang sighed a little, this was what he gave to Princess Pingyang. Princess Pingyang didn't give up, but said with burning eyes: "No, it's not that I can't keep it, but the two of us have worked hard several times and tried and tested it to finally make it, and I am a gift to the saint!" ”

Xue Lang...... Xue Lang was speechless, he gave a thumbs up without hesitation, Princess Pingyang smiled slightly, it seemed that she just said something very ordinary, her expression was not half proud, she was still so calm and calm.

This is my sweetheart, my princess!

Xue Lang's strong pride in his heart almost overwhelmed him, he smirked twice, rubbed his hands, and said, "I'll write a sparse play!" ”

Let Changjian take out the pen and paper he was carrying, Xue Lang made an outline first, discussed it with Princess Pingyang, and then started to write. After writing it, I took the manuscript to Princess Pingyang and read it, corrected some flaws, and copied it neatly in a new font.

During the period when Xue Lang was writing the sparse play, ten copies of "Thousand Character Text" had been printed in the printing workshop, according to Xue Lang's previous teaching, bound with tanned sheepskin cut into leather thread, and the cover was covered with thicker leather paper, and then, on the cut paper, Princess Pingyang personally wrote the three words "Thousand Character Text", pasted it on the cover with batter, and a book was completed.

After the ten copies of "Thousand Character Text" were bound, Xue Lang had almost finished writing the sparse music. After checking it, Princess Pingyang ordered someone to find a delicate lacquer box, put the book into the box, and the two entered the palace together.

The time was already in the afternoon, and the sage had already finished the morning dynasty, and he was in the Zichen Palace. handed the signs of Princess Pingyang and Xue Lang into the palace, and after a while, the chamberlain came to announce their entry.

"Meet the saints."

The two saluted together, and the saint smiled and said, "Flat, no courtesy, why are you two here?" ”

According to the previous discussion, Xue Lang said: "Saint, the minister and the princess have something to offer to the saint, please take a look at the saint." ”

The sage looked at the two of them with interest and said, "If it is offered by the two of you, you must take a good look at it and present it." ”

"Whoa."

Princess Pingyang presented the lacquer box she was holding. The chamberlain came and took it, took it to the saint and put it on the table, and opened it—

Sage: "A Thousand Words...... Is this a book? ”

Xue Lang said: "Back to the saint, exactly!" ”

The Tang Dynasty did not have bound books, and the books of the Tang Dynasty were all scroll-type, and this type of book binding had not yet been developed, so it was not surprising that the sage was not sure at first.

The saint carefully rubbed the cover of the book, and was about to flip through it, when suddenly a choked cry came from behind: "Everyone! ”

With a choked cry and hurried footsteps, a gorgeous, delicate young woman ran out from behind, aiming at the saint sitting on the throne. The plump and moving body of the beautiful woman threw herself straight into the arms of the saint, crying so much that the pear blossoms brought rain, and she couldn't help but be sad: "Everyone, please give the slave a death!" ”

This sudden scene directly startled Xue Lang, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Princess Pingyang, but saw that Princess Pingyang had a plain face, although there was nothing unusual, however, Xue Lang felt that His Royal Highness the princess should be unhappy!

Xue Lang understands Princess Pingyang's displeasure, this is the Zichen Palace, which is considered the scope of the previous dynasty, not the harem. The one who could pounce into the saint's arms must have been his concubine, and she ran out in front of the ministers-

Even if the saint is the future father-in-law, Xue Lang wants to complain that he is too unsophisticated!

The saint on the throne was shocked first, and then immediately held the delicate body that threw himself into his arms, and asked softly and urgently, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? Why do beauties cry? But have you been wronged? Let's take it slowly, I'm in charge of it! ”

The saint has forgotten where he is, right?

Xue Lang looked at Princess Pingyang's increasingly calm face, and took advantage of the sage's busy coaxing his little beauty, quietly moved his steps, and asked quietly in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Who is this?" ”

Princess Pingyang replied with the same low volume, and her tone became more and more calm: "Zhang Jieyu! ”