The two old Confucians were now beaming with joy, "Li Hui, although the two of us are old, we are still very capable of doing things compared to those young people." ”

"Look at this!"

Li Gang said proudly, his beard and eyebrows were about to be curled.

Li Hui looked at it and saw that it was two books, tightly wrapped in yellow cloth.

"Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Names".

When I opened the title page, I saw the author-Li Hui and Li Letian.

it!

That's a bit of a exaggeration.

Li Hui's own face turned red.

"Two gentlemen, this is ......"

Li Hui didn't understand this meaning, and he wanted his sister to study these two books as an enlightenment for cultural lessons.

But he never expected that after the two great Confucians brought it back, they would publish it directly.

And the author turned out to be Li Hui!

Datang wrote a book and said that it costs money, and if it doesn't cost money, where will there be engraving?

If you don't spend money, how can anyone print a book for you?

In the era when books could only be published by money, many literati relied on word of mouth to disseminate their works.

There's no way, the literati have been poor since ancient times.

Although one of the two old Confucians is an emperor and the other has cultivated a lot of cattle, they are really not much

Less money.

Li Gang is okay, and there is still Yulu to take, but Wang Tong is different.

This is a true man of letters, and he is extremely strict, he does not care about the virtues of his disciples, but he is extremely strict with the children of his family.

No one is allowed to enter the court as an official, unless after his death, his family is really poor and can be famous.

This seems to be the same as the inheritance of the Confucian family in Shandong.

Yan Zhitui's family seems to be the same.

These people are the backbone of the Chinese literati, and they are enough to be remembered for thousands of years.

Wang Tong's family is poor, and Li Gang is not rich, so the two of them will have to publish these two books, at least a few dozen taels or a hundred taels.

After all, the engraving alone costs dozens of taels of silver.

The eyes of the two old Confucians looking at Li Hui were full of joy and a feeling of spoiling.

This is the concern of the elders for the younger generations.

Li Hui stood up and saluted respectfully.

He can not worship the emperor, he can despise the prince, but he cannot disrespect the true pillars of the country.

Someone in later generations once said that in the face of culture, the so-called fame and fortune, the so-called gold and silver treasures, are all fart.

"The two gentlemen love each other, and Li Hui will definitely not live up to it."

"Okay, okay." Li Gang nodded with satisfaction.

"It's put away, this book is not easy to print, Li Gang and I don't have a few copper plates, so naturally we can't print much."

Wang Tong touched his beard and said.

Li Hui was dumbfounded, didn't he engage in movable type printing?

Just show the two old gentlemen.

"Today, for this matter, the two of us almost delayed the day to celebrate your marquis, others were marquis, the two of us went to one to give a big face, and on the day His Majesty became the emperor, hehe, neither of us went."

Wang Tong started to be nervous again, anyway, at this age, he can say anything.

But he was right, Li Er was the emperor, and the two of them were really not very happy to go.

Now, a young man is a marquis, and the two of them come in person, which can be said to be a wonderful thing.

Li Hui also understands in his heart that these two great Confucians are very optimistic about themselves, and these two books are equivalent to paving the way for their future.

Li Er said that only with military merits and political achievements, Wen Tao is worthy of being a marquis.

Now, isn't this all alive?

"Two gentlemen, the kid has already researched something that can reduce the cost of printing books, please come with me."

Li Hui's study was very messy, Li Hui didn't have time to clean it up himself, and others didn't dare to clean it up.

Especially Yang Er and Tian Er took turns guarding Li Hui's door every day, for fear that others would take away some of these things.

The two of them clearly very, in this study, any piece of paper is a treasure.

Although Hou Ye didn't say it, every time someone takes away a piece of paper, it can be exchanged for countless wealth.

The two earliest tenants of Li Hui's family have become the deputy chief workers of the family, and the amount of silver they have seen is the amount they have never seen in the first half of their lives.

and slept every day by the silver.

"This is movable type printing, and you only need to engrave one word at a time."

"If it's bad, change it."

"So stuck in the template, it is like an engraving, which can be changed and combined at will, and it is many times better than engraving printing."

In an instant, Wang Tong burst into tears, "If I knew this, I wouldn't have cherished myself, so many manuscripts at home should be printed and let students all over the world ponder it." ”

Li Gang sighed, "Li Hui, Li Hui, if you had come up with this movable type printing earlier, I would not have gone to the court as an official." ”

Li Hui smiled: "The two gentlemen are going to publish a book?" Li Hui has already thought about it, a book is a tael of silver. ”

While speaking, Li Gang and Wang Tong's faces changed in an instant, "Okay, you Li Hui, just give you some sweet dates, you will get up, although one or two silver is not expensive, but we two old immortals, how can we have so much money." ”

"Printing these two books for you this time is already the savings of the two of us for several years."

Li Hui smiled, it turned out that these two people thought that Li Hui was going to collect money from them.

Perhaps this is why the literati of this era attach so much importance to their works, publishing them once, spending too much money, and cherishing words like gold, so they naturally have to be cautious.

"What did the two gentlemen say, from now on, if a book is printed in the Tang Dynasty, every book sold will have to pay a part of the cultural property rights fee to the author."

"No one knows this rule now, but in less than a year, the entire bookseller of Datang will abide by it!"

Li Hui said with an oath.

"What? Don't need money to publish a book? ”

"And give us money?"

Li Hui sat down the two great Confucians and said slowly: "The two of them also have works, and they are both people with equal works, and they know very well how much effort it takes for a book to go from the belly to the paper, and the author has spent countless efforts, how can he not get paid?" ”

"If there was no such rule before, now there is!"

"With incentives, more people are willing to write books and share their knowledge."

"Only when culture can it prosper will Datang become strong."

"This kind of strength is not the strength of the weapon, not the strength of the court, not the strength of how much money is made, but the self-confidence from the bottom of my heart, I hope that the people of the Tang Dynasty, there are thousands of ravines in their chests, and they will no longer be able to afford to go to school.

"I hope that Datang students can work tirelessly, learn and practice, and truly apply what they have learned."

"I hope that the civilization of the Tang Dynasty will spread to the world and stand on the earth!"

Li Hui's opening is a routine, where have the two old Confucians seen this kind of battle!

"O saint! This kid can definitely become a saint in the future! ”

The two old men burst into tears, shouting and weeping.

Suddenly, Wang Tong had a question, and when the old tears were cloudy, he didn't forget to ask: "Li Hui, what is the earth?" ”