April 17. Daming Palace.

The breeze was gentle and the weather was good, and after Li Longji got up, he was casually looking at the "Biography of Qin Gao" presented by Yang Zhao, which was a strange story told against the background of "Sou Shen Ji" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

"Sage, can you see what Xue Bai wrote?" Colliers asked with a smile.

"Willing to write a new story?"

"That's not it, it's that the newspaper is printed.

Li Longji couldn't help laughing and scolded: "Okay, you old fox, deliberately teasing me." ”

"The old slave is too presumptuous." Gao Lishi did deliberately make a joke, and the monarch and the ministers occasionally had to have a little interest, "Now that he has written the newspaper, submit it." If I am satisfied, the seal will be. ”

"Back to the saints, I didn't write a copy, but thousands of copies have been printed and sent to the palace, which can be sent to the literate palace people, so that the saints can see the results."

"Impossible." Li Longji immediately shook his hand and muttered: "He just found someone to copy thousands of copies, take them to me to see, and expose his ghost tricks." ”

"Yes."

After a while, several newspapers were presented to Li Longji's imperial case. At the first glance, he stared at it and realized that it had been printed.

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This is impossible, the poems on the paper were ordered by those courtiers the day before yesterday, and it is too late to carve and do it....... this is the so-called movable type printing?

Eyes fell on Li Mi's poem with complicated words, the copperplate could not have been cast with the words "Huan" and "Ying", and it was impossible for the temporary casting to be so fast.

Li Longji looked deep in thought, thinking about how this was done.

But I have to say that he was indeed shocked by Xue Bai.

This was the first practical thing he asked Xue Bai to do, and it was far beyond his expectations, every word on the paper was the same size, the same neatness, and the typesetting was also comfortable, which was pleasing to the eye at a glance.

Looking at the content again, he did not hesitate to promote the unprecedented prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the merits of the saints...... Importantly, tens of thousands of copies will be published, more widely and longer than many books.

"Xue Bai is a courtier who can do things.

Involuntarily sighed at this sentence, Li Longji continued to think, and after reading the entire first side, his brows became deeper and deeper, and then looked at the second side.

Suddenly, he took the first side again, and then frowned and laughed.

"Don't want to hide it from me!"

"Saint?" Colliers is still confused.

"Poetry is written first." Li Longqi said: "Look at the poem on this side, the article was written by the vertical son himself. What about poetry? Wei Shu, Wang Wei, Li Yu, Su Mingyuan, Xiao Yingshi, and Li Hua are all people who are good friends with Zhuzi. A few days before the morning of the sun, they were already printing. ”

"I see, no wonder it's so fast." Colliers exclaimed, "The saint can even see this. ”

"Go and summon Xue Bai."

"Yes."

Xue Bai was in the imperial city, and he was soon taken to the Daming Palace.

As soon as Li Longji saw him coming, he threw a copy of the newspaper in front of him and said, "It's so bold, even I dare to deceive." ”

"Your Majesty sees it?" Xue Bai was surprised, and then responded: "The minister has no intention of deceiving His Majesty, but he has taken on the matter of printing newspapers and periodicals in the palace, and strives to do his best, which means 'taking the lead from the people'." ”

Xue Bai did bring Wang Wei, Li Mi and others to the room in early April, forcing them to hand over "a good preemptive."

Although Li Longji was still scolding, he then smiled proudly.

"Strange I told you beforehand what I want to publish, so you took advantage of the loophole.

Having said that, after seeing through Xue Bai's little tricks, he didn't bother to think deeply about the specific processes used by Xue Bai when he printed it.

In short, it is movable type printing, it doesn't matter how....... in short, Xue Bai has done too well to leave an absolutely deep impression in his heart.

"Please ask Your Majesty to publish the newspaper in the palace, so that Your Majesty can see how it works?"

"That's right."

Nine-fold palace, the willow is like silk. The windows of the side hall are embroidered with hibiscus flowers.

In front of the huge Yangzhou Water Heart Mirror, Yang Yuhuan put on new makeup and was trying on clothes, when he suddenly heard movement in the palace, he couldn't help but be curious, and beckoned Zhang Yunrong to inquire.

"What's wrong?"

"It was the champion who was ordered by the saint to distribute the newspaper in Miyagi,"

"He has a lot of ghost ideas, let's go, go and see.

The Chiba peach on the red palace wall is about to be thanked, and when the wind blows, the flowers are red and green. On the road in the palace, Xue Bai was taking more than a dozen eunuchs, like a merchant in the palace.

He held a wicker stick in his hand and waved it casually, as if he was directing the little eunuch behind him to sing, and the tune was so fresh.

"Lalala, lalala, I'm a little connoisseur of selling newspapers........

Xue Bai didn't use the more creative methods on the side, just walked along the prescribed path like this.

It is rare for the palace ladies to see such a handsome foreign official walking in the forbidden garden, and one by ten, ten by hundred, has come one after another.

Suddenly, the peach-colored skirt fluttered, like a peach blossom blooming again in spring.

"Slow down! Slow down! ”

The little eunuchs screamed loudly and shouted, "Literate talents! The literate came and took it, and read it to those who were bystanding.....

Which palace are you all from?

"It's really Zhuangyuanlang who has entered the palace?!" Suddenly, Gong'e shouted excitedly, the crowd was chaotic, and I didn't know which one it was.

Yang Yuhuan saw this situation from afar, only felt funny, and was about to step forward, but a group of people arrived first in the opposite direction, and it was Concubine Mei Jiang Caiping who took the palace people to see it in person.

"I've seen Concubine Mei." The eunuchs of the palace did not dare to make a mistake, and they all gave way to salute.

How about Xue Lang give me a copy? Jiang Caiping asked.

Xue Bai hurriedly straightened up, picked up the newspaper and handed it over.

Jiang Caiping saw that Yang Yuhuan had come, nodded coldly, turned away, but whispered before leaving.

"Taizhen has a good brother."

Only then did Yang Yuhuan step forward and said with a smile: "Why didn't the sage send General Gao to accompany you?" Aren't you afraid that these palace ladies will swallow you? ”

"The saint tests the minister."

"No matter, I'm a sister, I should give you a battle."

"Sister Xie is considerate, lest others say that I have broken the rules of the palace."

Yang Yuhuan was disgusted with Xue Bai, rectified the order, and let those palace and literate people receive the palace newspaper While those eunuchs were busy dividing the palace newspaper, she got closer and asked, "You pushed my brother too high, you won't hurt him, right?"

"If Sister believes me, the Yang family will only be better than the original."

"Believe in you." Yang Yuhuan smiled, turned his back to the eunuchs, and said in a low voice, "I will send my disciples to the Taile Department and step back." ”

If you are in a hurry, you can ask her to contact me directly. ”

"Okay."

"You, don't let me urge you anymore for the drama of "The Legend of the White Snake".

Yang Yuhuan smiled, stretched out his hand on Xue Bai's forehead, and walked away.

Xue Bai continued to take the eunuchs around the palace.

In the evening of that day, Li Longji drove to several palaces in Daming Palace on a whim.

Whenever he met a palace lady or a eunuch, he would summon someone to come to him and ask a question.

"Do you know what's going on in the world lately?"

"If a saint wants to build an unprecedented tome, is it ...... An event like never before. ”

"Where did you learn the phrase 'unprecedented'? ”

"Today, Zhao Cairen read the Di newspaper, and the slave maid learned."

"Let's go, go see Zhao Cairen."

Li Longji commanded casually, and then Zhao Gaolishi came closer, and whispered: "This palace report can make the king pass through the Zhongshu Gate and complain directly to his subjects." ”

Gao Lishi was puzzled and asked, "But why did the saint bypass the door of Zhongshu?" ”

"yes." Li Longji's generation of male masters, not to be set aside, there is no need, and in the end he just said casually: "Having said that, the newspaper cannot be manipulated by the prime minister." ”

"What?"

"It's the Di newspaper that Xue Bai has been busy with, similar to the Kaiyuan miscellaneous newspaper, and it almost spreads all over Chang'an in one day."

"Who did it?"

Li Linfu frowned, knowing that the help of the Nanya patrol and the bad people in Jingzhao County was the fastest way to spread throughout Chang'an.

However, the answer he received was not what he expected.

"Restaurants, tea shops, vendors, good deeds, literati, and some fangzheng. In some large restaurants, there are people reading newspapers; Along Suzaku Street, or at the gates of each square, there are small maids who give gifts, but only to the literate; In addition, there are also the disciples of the Guozijian who are making a big fuss. ”

"Show me what I am."

Li Linfu took the newspaper and looked at it, and was immediately taken aback, and shouted: "Call Shilang!" ”

Several subordinate officials glanced at each other, and just by listening to this tone, they knew that Li Xiu must be to blame this time, and bowed their heads to hide the sympathy in their hearts.

Sure enough.

"Rubbish! Let you serve as a general as a young eunuch, you don't know anything like this?!

"It's Grandpa who said that as long as the Yang Party has never had the intention of fighting for power, some trivial things about paper and ink craftsmanship ....."

"How dare you quibble?!"

This matter may faintly threaten Xiangquan, Li Linfu was angry, and immediately stepped forward and kicked Li Xiu over.

"They've found a way to fight for power from you, piece of shit!"

"Son, let's check!" Li Xiu hurriedly admitted his mistake and said, "Check what kind of process they used..."

"Check? Is it still useful to look it up now?"

"Yes, boy, I'm going to woo people."

At the mention of this, Li Linfu thought that Xue Bai had been engaged to the Yan family, and became more and more furious, kicked Li Xiu again, and said: "One thing can't be done, everything goes wrong, and the root cause is you!" ”

"The child must be redeemed, so go and win it over!"

Left Prime Minister's Mansion, Chen Xilie looked left and right at a newspaper, and muttered: "He put the old man's poem on the first page of the side page." ”

"The partiality is so concerned about this Bi Ma Wen, but he puts you behind Wei Shu, and he doesn't know what to do."

"No, no, no, the old man is thinking, he put the poem of the heir king in the back, could it be that he killed the old man?"

"Xianggong, the concubine body to tell the truth, the poem of King Heiqi is too poorly written, if he doesn't look like a saint...."

"Shh Chen Xilie interrupted: "Have you prepared a gift for Du Mansion?" ”

"Xianggong is the left minister and the scholar, how can he give a gift to the Ichiro family."

"If you want to prepare, you will prepare." Chen Xilie sighed, pointed to the newspaper on the case, and said, "Look, the old man is fighting for the future, what do you have to see in the future, young man." ”

Wei Shi realized this and said, "Then the concubine will go and prepare." ”

"The right minister is old, the uncle is sick, and in the future, the old man will have to bear the burden of the prosperous world, and the only way to win over these young people will not arouse suspicion.

Chen Xilie muttered, picked up the newspaper and continued to look, this time it was to take a closer look, looking for which places had their own names, there were five in total.

One has "Secretary and Young Eunuch Chen Gongdu Journal" at the front of the page, just in front of "School Shulang Xue Bai Editing Seal"; There are two front pages on the front, one is "Chen Gong Shangshu", the other is "Chen Gong supervises", and the fourth is the second edition where the library of the Eastern Academy of the Secretary Province is opened...... In short, Xue Bai knows how to divide the credit.

It's just a little too much.

In the lobby of the guest house near Guozijian, it was very lively, and the students were enthusiastically discussing the Di Bao that came out today.

Compared with officials, who pay more attention to the meaning behind Di Bao, white scholars pay attention to the content.

"Can you really go to the East Courtyard of the Secretary Province to read books?! I can save a lot of money this way!"

"Look clearly, what it says above is 'Guozijian and Zhufu Prefecture and County Students, Lifters'. ”

"Brother Cui, you are the prisoner of the country, how about taking me there?"

In the midst of noisy conversations, a young Xianggong Juzi of about twenty years old stepped into the hall.

"Changgon, here." Someone immediately shouted at him.

Chang Gon is young, but he has a straight face, very serious, not smiling, and his clothes are neither good nor bad.

His father was a county magistrate in Sanyuan County, Jingzhao Prefecture, and the official of the seventh grade, so he was a little reluctant to study for the imperial examination, but fortunately, he was smart and good at writing articles since he was a child.

At this time, the guest house was too noisy, Chang Gon didn't hear the shouts of his friends at all, bypassed the group of people who were listening to the Di newspaper, and asked Dr. Cha directly, "Is there a Di newspaper?" ”

"Is the guest officer literate? What is this word?"

"Ying."

Chang Gon still had a coin in his hand, wondering if the price was worth it, and a copy of the newspaper had been handed to him.

Sir, help read it to the illiterate, no money.

"Thank you."

Chang Gon hadn't heard his friend's shout, and as he walked, he almost tripped over the threshold while holding the newspaper in his hand.

On the other side of the street, someone is chasing.

"Xue Ling! Don't run!"

"Catch him!"

Several figures swept past Chang Gon, almost knocking him down, but he turned sideways, protecting the newspaper in his hand, and stood in the middle of the street watching, until a group of people ran through the alley.

"There's a literate here!" Then several people gathered around, and one of them said, "Sir, read it, it's talking about this newspaper everywhere, and we want to hear it." ”

"Okay." Chang Gon read it with a blank face.

After reading the front page, he thought to himself that in this way, there should be more Jinshi places admitted in the spring next year, and he also has hope to compete.

After that, he didn't care whether others understood it or not, and continued to read the second edition.

This is the most relevant to his interests, he happens to be the son of Jingzhao Mansion, he can borrow and collect notes for free, or only spend pen and paper money to copy, which can save a lot of expenses.

He also saw that the corners of the page were written about some rank affairs and agricultural affairs.

"The method of manure?"

After Chang Gon read it, he recalled that most of the farmers in Sanyuan County knew how to make fertilizer, but in the future, as a magistrate, he should know about these things so that he could manage them.

This is a habit he has cultivated by his grandfather for many years, so he knows better the meaning of publishing these agriculture-related contents in this newspaper, which can not be seen by illiterate farmers, but by others.....

"The publisher is a capable man." He thought to himself.

The rest are all poems, the poems on the front are very good, except for Cui Hao and Chen Xilie on the side, the level of poetry of others is not as good as him.

The whole newspaper was almost finished.

Chang Gon's gaze shifted to the last paragraph.

"Di Bao is the first issue, why do you want to be a Tang boy?"

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations."

Chang Gon suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He thought back to the contents of the various pages of the newspaper, and then he thought that the money he had saved was actually spent by the state treasury.

Looking up, I saw that the restaurant and tea shop were very lively.

But I don't know how many people in Chang'an City, like him, are inspired by these four sentences, or will affect their lifelong aspirations?

Faintly, he could hear them shouting.

"Merit! Merit! My generation of men should have broader ambitions!

"There is such a newspaper, it will never be forgotten in my life."

Chang Gon suddenly thought of something, turned the newspaper in his hand back to the front, looked at the front page, and then looked at the words that he had ignored.

"Xue Bai?"

Because he was so impressed, on this day, he remembered the newspaper and the person who ran it.