Zhu Bai flipped through the books with a lack of interest, and picked one that he hadn't read: "That's it, it's better than nothing." Shopkeeper, it's time for you to expand your supply, or find a few people who can write books to help you write something exciting. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep your identity as the first bookstall in the sky. ”

"That's what the little boy said. Next time you come back, there will be good books waiting for you. The stall owner's face twitched.

He has been running a bookstall in Yingtianfu for almost ten years, and it is the first time he has been said so.

The key is still to be a small child.

This child is too young to know that Emperor Hongwu will not allow books to be printed casually at all.

But he didn't bother to explain that he was causing trouble.

Zhu Bai hid the book on his body and went out to get into the carriage.

Fugui asked in a low voice, "Your Highness is looking for that kind of book?" ”

Zhu Bai raised his eyebrows: "Which one?" ”

Fugui blushed and coughed dryly: "That's the kind of ...... Book of Enlightenment. Your Highness, don't worry, when you turn twelve years old, the palace will send someone to show you that kind of book, with pictures on it and various postures. You can see it at a glance. ”

Zhu Bai suddenly realized: a small picture album of sex education.

That didn't appeal to him, after all, he was a person who had even seen A.V. countless times.

Tsk, speaking of which, Liu Bowen was right to say just now.

Lao Zhu is a person who eats soft and does not eat hard.

The harm of repeatedly nagging in his ear about the harm of separation, there is no ghost use, and it will also stimulate his rebellious psychology.

It is necessary to change to a more quiet and subtle method.

The old Zhu family has been poor peasants for generations, and the little cultural knowledge he knows now is self-taught.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to like to read books with small print like other readers.

Fugui reminded him that he felt that it should be good to use the album.

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Lao Zhu dispersed today, and saw Zhu Bai running out of the imperial study from a distance, feeling slightly angry, but with a few little expectations.

"What do you want to do with this little bunny?"

Muttered to himself into the imperial study, and at a glance saw that the folds had been disrupted and tidied up.

He bared his teeth and smiled, poking open the fold on it, revealing a few pieces of paper sandwiched in between.

That's a couple of paintings.

The painting is really not very good, and you can barely see the meaning.

The painter seems to know that his painting skills are not good, so he also wrote a simple line of text below to explain.

Zhu Yuanzhang sat down with great interest and flipped over.

It turned out to be about two brothers named Xiong Da and Xiong Er in the Tang Dynasty, who were strong in martial arts and walked the rivers and lakes.

"What does this little cub want to do?" After reading it, Zhu Yuanzhang muttered, and threw the painting into the waste paper heap with his backhand.

On the second day, a few more paintings were placed on the table. In addition to those two brothers, there is also a dragon ball.

This dragon ball can greatly increase one's strength and prolong one's life.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very moved, and then threw it into the waste paper heap.

For days, it was like this.

After watching it today, Lao Zhu suddenly understood: This is a special drama.

He turned out the scrap paper heap before, smoothed it out, and looked at the paintings of several days in parallel.

Tsk, this story is quite interesting.

Today, the two brothers turned against each other for the Dragon Ball and fought.

Xiong Da kicked Xiong Er's martial arts off the cliff.

Zhu Yuanzhang was aroused, waited to see the follow-up, and hurriedly returned to the imperial study the next day.

There was nothing on the table......

He was not reconciled, and turned over the recital on the table, but there was no one.

Twisted beard thought about it for a long time, this kid was clearly deliberately hanging his appetite, and he must not be fooled!

It's just that this stuck point makes him want to kill people, causing him to think about what will happen tomorrow day and night, and he can't sleep well.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and when he dispersed one day, he saw that there was still no new painting on the table, and the fire in his heart "rubbed" up.

"Come on, go to the main hall for me, and call the old twelve!"

Erhu saw that Lao Zhu was angry like this, and hurriedly went to the main hall to invite Zhu Bai over.

Zhu Biao was afraid that Zhu Bai would be beaten, so he also followed.

In fact, the story was made up by Zhu Bai himself, which combined several martial arts and palace fighting novels he read.

After all, the story of directly using the vassal king to make trouble, the intention is too obvious, and Zhu Yuanzhang will be wary when he sees it.

As a result, Zhu Bai was tired of painting, and Zhu Yuanzhang didn't react.

He asked Erhu about Zhu Yuanzhang and didn't look at it at all, and threw it directly into the waste paper pile, feeling that he was wasting time, so he stopped painting.

Thinking that Zhu Yuanzhang asked him to go here, it should be that the master sued him.

After all, he didn't listen to the class at all in the past few days, and he was all drawing.

Zhu Yuanzhang asked Zhu Bai with a gloomy face: "Why did you stop painting the thing you painted halfway?!" ”

Zhu Bai spread his hands and put it on a rotten table: "I'm tired, I don't want to paint." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and said: "No, you have to paint, how can you be abandoned halfway through a painting like this?!" Do things from the beginning to the end. ”

Zhu Bai couldn't cry or laugh: I'm so tired that I'm half dead, but you watched the excitement.

You don't give me the manuscript fee, and you have to urge me to change......

In fact, the thing I made up is not a masterpiece, I can only say that the palace is really boring.

Zhu Bai shook his head: "It's not good to draw, it's a brainstorm, so I won't paint." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and said, "It's rare that you still have self-knowledge." Your painter really can't do it. It's hard for me to watch. ”

Zhu Biao suddenly realized that in fact, he had also read the things painted by Zhu Bai, and it was still a little interesting.

Lao Zhu doesn't have much pastime on weekdays, and he is rarely addicted to it, so he, as a son, naturally has to find ways to satisfy his father.

But Zhu Bai's bullish temper, Zhu Biao also knows.

Saying that if you don't paint, you won't be able to paint, which is just as inexplicable as when you decided to start drawing.

Besides, it was too late for Zhu Bai to improve his painting skills at this time.

Zhu Biao stepped forward and saluted: "Erchen has an idea." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his chin: "Let's hear it." ”

Zhu Biao said: "It is better to hand it over to the painters in the palace and the students of the Guozijian, and the twelve brothers will dictate the story to them and record it, go back to write a book and a book, and then present it to the emperor." My father can also watch it repeatedly in the future to relieve boredom. If the twelfth brother has any new stories in the future, he can do so. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded frequently when he heard this: "This is good." But there's no need to call the country eunuch and the painter. Those masters in the main hall are all talented people who I can pick one out of the other, and I just ask them to do it. ”

It's boring just looking at the paintings. It would be interesting if it could be written in plain language.

And this time after reading the story of Zhu Bai's paintings, he felt that the books he chose were really boring, no wonder the princes didn't like it.

Zhu Biao said again: "Only one point. If someone among the people wants to publish another similar book by publishing this book, what should it be? ”

Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while, and then said: "The novels published by the people have been handed over to the national prison for review, and if there are no rebels, slandering saints, demagoguery, and absurd and filthy texts can be published." ”

Zhu Biao hurriedly saluted: "Father Emperor Shengming." ”

He was also a person who liked to read books, but because Lao Zhu was too rigid about book printing, many books could not even be read, let alone printed and sold.

This has severely constrained the development of culture and art, and the transmission of knowledge.

The ministers and he have been suffering from this for a long time, but they can't find a good opportunity to persuade them.

This time Lao Zhu relieved himself, isn't it a good thing to be public and private? !

It's a big step forward for this dynasty!

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head to look at Zhu Bai again, and asked, "You have been studying with Master Liu for a few days, how are you doing?" ”

I heard that Zhu Bai hadn't been to Liu's mansion for a few days, it must be that Liu Bowen's old thing didn't teach his son well.