Zheng Ying was shocked when he heard this, and tasted this sentence repeatedly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although he came from a noble family, in this era when books are hard to find, he still remembers the joy he felt when he got a new book as a teenager. Yes, shouldn't the reader's Elysium be a sea of books? Thinking of this, there were tears rolling in my eyes.

"Zheng Gong you know, Zai Xia has a lot of family assets, and money is just a bunch of numbers on a piece of paper for Zaixia, so the meaning of Zai Xia is to build a public library, think about it, the position of the library owner, in fact, it is none other than Zheng Gong."

"What is a public library?" Although he already knew a little about the meaning of the word "public", he still couldn't believe that anyone would do it.

"It's a library that's open to everyone," Wang Mai thought for a moment, "whether it's a peddler or a pawn, a king or a nobleman, or a scholar or a Confucian, they all treat everyone equally." ”

Zheng Ying was just about to open his mouth to reprimand Wang Mai's whimsy, but suddenly remembered that he had repeatedly had different ideas from others, and asked, "Since it is a library, where do the books come from?" ”

Wang Mai thought for a while, this is indeed the biggest problem, most of the current collection of books is in the hands of the family, and it is difficult for them to be willing to donate the collection in their hands. However, most of the books collected by these families are still subsets of scriptures and histories, and in fact, they do not have much direct significance for the development of natural science, which is better. Thinking of this, his face was full of smiles: "You can buy it if you can, you can also call on people to donate some, and you can write some of the rest." ”

"What?" Zheng Ting's face turned cold when he heard this, "Nonsense." ”

"Gong Zheng, don't worry, listen to me." Wang Mai said with a smile, "For example, in addition to being good at scriptures, Zheng Gong also knows a lot about Buddhism, so there must be a lot of insights in it. ”

"The old man has a lot of manuscripts in his hands, but it's just ......"

"That's fine, let's just crowdfund a library." Originally, I just wanted to explain him, but the more I talked, the more I felt that this thing was feasible.

"Crowdfunding?"

"The start-up funds are provided by the following, but the collection of books in the library is raised by everyone, these famous Confucians in the world, many people must want to publish their knowledge, and we will help them realize this ideal." Wang Mai said excitedly.

"However, although the printing of engraving is exquisite, it is expensive, and the cost is too great." Zheng said with a frown.

"If the engraving is not good, we can just get movable type printing."

"Movable type?"

"Zheng Gongke still remembers the commercial area in the venue of the Guozijian Festival that day?"

"Yes."

"There's a printing workshop there, and it's from here that I came up with an idea because the event requires a lot of flyers. Each word is fired separately with cement, and when used, it can be combined into the required article at any time, saving time and effort, but the printing may not be as beautiful as the engraving. ”

"Good way," Zheng laughed heartily, "in this way, there is indeed a possibility of implementation." ”

Wang Mai shook his head, and the great movable type printing technique was only evaluated by the three words "good method". Bi Sheng, the inventor of movable type printing, the only historical record is Shen Kuo's "Mengxi Pen Talk", and there are only four short words "Bi Sheng cloth". There is no generalization of other information about the place of origin and the equality of life, which shows the contempt of the ancient literati for these skilled craftsmen.

"In this way, the cost of publishing books has dropped a lot, and if the author wants to publish some for his family and friends, he only needs to add a little money himself, and we will set up a library management committee." Wang Mai continued.

"What do you mean?"

"As long as a certain number of books are donated, they can participate in the management of the library, and with movable type printing, these people don't really need to donate the original collection, they just need to give us the content and print a copy."

"Good." Lao Zheng's face was excited, "You can also exchange books with scholars with a large collection of books, and exchange ideas." "I didn't expect Lao Zheng to be enlightened, this Wang Mai didn't expect that although those scholars have a lot of books, there are always some that are not, and you can get a copy by exchanging them with the library. In exchange, they would have to take out a copy of the collection for the library, which is a good idea. In this way, there will be more and more books in the library, and sooner or later, all the books in the world will be gathered.

"In this way, the printing workshop will also be donated to the library, and the income from the printing workshop should be able to support the library's daily expenses."

"I don't know how many poor people will benefit from this matter, please accept the old man's worship." After Zheng Ying finished speaking, he bowed to Wang Mai to the end without hesitation.

"I can't afford it." Through the wooden fence, Wang Mai couldn't support him, so he had to return the salute.

"Why can't you afford it? Following your broad-mindedness, the old man feels inferior to you. ”

"Zheng Gong still got up first and then said, I just provided an idea, if you really want to implement this matter, you still need Zheng Gong's operation."

"In this case, the old man has an unshirkable responsibility."

"Then Zheng Gong still wants to devote himself to the Buddha?" Wang Mai said with a smile.

"Haha......" Zheng Ying laughed heartily, "As you said, Elysium should be the appearance of a library, why should the old man be willing to go far?" ”

The two discussed again and finalized some matters related to the construction of the museum.

"The wood is not good," said Wang, "and if there is a fire, it burns too quickly, and you still have to use bricks and stones." ”

"Although the green bricks are good, the cost is inevitably too high." Zheng said. It is not easy to fire green bricks, and they are all produced in small workshops, if you want to build a library that meets the requirements, I am afraid that you have to gather all the green brick kilns around Luoyang, only the royal family has this strength, Wang Shichong will definitely not do such a thankless thing.

"We can use red bricks." Wang Mai said. This is his old job, so he introduced the red brick to Zheng Ting.

Both red and green bricks are fired with clay at high temperatures, and the difference in color lies in whether or not they are exposed to oxygen during the firing process. When there is enough oxygen when burning, the iron element in the clay will be fully oxidized to form iron oxide, and the bricks will be red. If there is not enough oxygen, part of the iron oxide will be reduced to ferric oxide and ferrous oxide, and the brick will appear blue-gray.

The green bricks are fired in a sealed kiln, with low productivity but good quality; The red bricks are fired in the kiln, and the production efficiency is high, but the quality is not as good as the green bricks. In particular, the red bricks of later generations were mixed with pulverized coal cinders in the clay, which greatly accelerated the firing speed of the red bricks, but the quality was more than one level lower than that of the traditional pure clay red bricks, with potholes on the surface and many voids inside. Even cause many so-called masters to eat by splitting bricks, if they split bricks instead of green bricks, or even pure clay red bricks, I am afraid that the crack is not a brick, but a hand bone.

"Following what I have learned, according to the old man, it is better to use pure clay red bricks for the library, so that it can not only supply the speed of construction, but also ensure that it is strong."

"That's what I thought too." Wang Mai nodded in agreement.

"Assistant Teacher Wang is really a great talent in the world!" An abrupt voice reached the ears of the two.

"It turned out to be Master Huicheng." Zheng Ying turned his head to see the person who came, and hurriedly bowed his hand.

The two chatted happily, but they didn't realize that Hui Cheng had already been standing outside the cell and listening for a long time.

Why did this old monk come? Wang Mai was stunned for a while, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the wine and food on the table, could it be that today's good wine and food were sent by the old monk? It seems that the jailer said just now that he would know what was going on after eating, and he probably did it at the behest of the old monk.

"The two of them are in prison, but they can still care about all living beings, and the old man admires them very much." The old monk folded his hands and saluted the two.

"The master came today, did he want to recite a "Death Mantra" for the two of us?" Wang Mai looked vigilant.

"Wheat, don't be rude to the master." Zheng Ying said persuadingly.

"It doesn't matter." Hui Cheng didn't know where to take out a key and actually opened Wang Mai's prison door and walked straight to him.

"The master's ability to pick locks is not bad." Wang Mai said in a low voice.

"The donor's method of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain is also very clever." Hui Cheng also whispered mockery.

"I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"Boy, don't pretend to be confused, the event you hurt my Buddhism ended without a problem, how can the old man give up."

"You bite me, come on, Lao Tzu is in prison now, what can you do with me?"

"Since the old man can get into your cell, he can also keep you from getting out for the rest of your life." Hui Cheng is about to go.

"If you have something to say, it's good to say." Wang Mai hurriedly grabbed him and put on a smiling face.

Zheng Ying looked at the two of them with a puzzled face, not knowing what they were talking about.

"What else do you say, you just wait to wear the prison."

"The master must not have come here to inform me of this, right?"

"Count yourself smart," the old monk looked at him, "you can't think of a way to remedy it, and you don't want to get out of this door." ”

"Why is the master sure that there must be a way to remedy it?" Wang Mai looked embarrassed.

"How many turmoil in Luoyang are caused by you, you have so many ghost ideas, this little thing is naturally not difficult for your assistant teacher Wang."

"The master really thinks highly of me, what if I can't think of a way?"

"Hmph...... Hui Cheng sneered twice, "Then I can't save you as a Buddha." ”

"Count you ruthless." Wang Mai could only give in, "You promise me one condition first." ”

"You tell the old man the way first." Hui Cheng has an old look on his face.

"Good!" Wang Mai leaned into his ear and whispered.

The old monk's eyes moved, and he nodded after listening: "If this matter is feasible, then the old monk will definitely agree." ”

"You've seen everything like a microscope, and you still don't believe me?"

"Then you say, what are the conditions?"

"You also have to get Lao Zheng," Wang Mai pointed to the next door, "and get him out too." ”

"Well said."

"Then we'll make up our minds." The two of them stretched out their hands and clapped their hands.

"The old man retired first, so he won't disturb the two donors Qingxiu." The old monk said a few more words to Wang Mai, then walked outside the prison door, folded his hands and said goodbye to the two.

"Master walk slowly." Zheng Ying returned the salute.

"Gong Zheng, I'll write you the entire plan for building the museum first, you can just implement it according to the plan when you go outside, if there is anything wrong, you still need to take ideas." After Wang Mai finished speaking, he began to grind the ink.

"What the hell is going on?" Zheng Ying said confusedly.

"In short, Gong Zheng don't ask again, I'll leave everything to you about building the museum."