Murong Yanran quickly regained consciousness from her brief joy and frowned as she asked, "Having said that, how exactly does this woodblock printing work?"
"If we only have one idea and let the craftsmen try to make it, it will take at least a month. By the time Your Majesty takes out the book, I'm afraid the scholars will be so furious that they can no longer suppress it."
After all, if this "woodblock printing" was really that easy, surely our ancestors would have already done it?
Qin Yuan smiled slightly and said calmly, "Master Murong, you've come at the perfect time. I happen to have this secret method of woodblock printing."
"Really?" Murong Yanran's eyes lit up, and she murmured to herself happily, "Did you even expect something like this?"
"Ahem..." Qin Yuan coughed lightly a few times and said modestly, "It's just a coincidence, just a coincidence."
When he first came here, he was attending classes at the academy and was lazy.
He painted a big picture for his father-in-law, Minglou, the dean of the academy.
Minglou put all the resources of the academy into finding many skilled craftsmen and researching day and night for half a year.
Finally, the development and improvement of woodblock printing was completed, making this technology completely mature.
Just seven days ago, a letter was sent to Qin Yuan with the good news.
Murong Yanran didn't believe that Qin Yuan's words were just a coincidence. She just thought that all this was his plan, and she admired Qin Yuan even more in her heart.
"Master Qin, could you please give this secret technique to Yanran?"
"Of course." Qin Yuan smiled slightly, "Master Murong, go find the old man, he will definitely give you the secret method and the skilled craftsmen."
Murong Yanran was overjoyed. She said goodbye to Qin Yuan and turned to leave.
Looking at Murong Yanran's departing back.
Qin Yuan stretched himself and muttered to himself, "First, let's use woodblock printing to overcome the current difficulties."
"When the noble families have learned it, and have invested a lot of effort in carving woodblocks, and started printing books, and have tasted the sweetness of it."
"The old man's movable type printing technology is probably almost complete, so we can give them another small shock."
"If they still don't know how to restrain themselves, we can ask this old man to organize the world's most famous scholars to recompile the existing Four Books and Five Classics, the Confucian and Taoist classics."
"If the Empress designates these newly reprinted books as the official textbooks for the imperial examination, then all the engravings of the aristocratic family will be wasted..."
very good.
There shouldn't be any loopholes.
You can just continue to slack off, eat and wait for death.
Counting the time, it’s been almost two months, right?
The canal for Chen Wujiu and Wei Wuyin is probably about to be repaired, and they will probably be back soon, so we have to find something for them to do.
…
Confucius Mansion.
"Left Prime Minister, those people from the aristocratic families have already taken action. Should we also lend a hand?"
Fan Tong looked at Kong Lingda in front of him and asked softly.
Kong Lingda stroked his beard, calm and composed: "Don't encourage the scholars to act recklessly. You must persuade them to wait and see for a while!"
Fan Tong was stunned when he heard this and asked in confusion, "Left Prime Minister, why is this happening?"
"Books are highly valued in Jingzhou, and the scholars are abuzz. Isn't it time to galvanize them into a decisive decision and overturn the evil policy of 'taxation per acre'?"
"Why do we ask scholars to be patient and restrained?"
Kong Lingda chuckled and explained, "When the Great Zhou was founded, in order to show its preferential treatment for scholars, scholars with meritorious service were exempted from corvée service, and the scholars all applauded."
"Now, Your Majesty wants to forcefully implement the 'tax-sharing system'. Although this will in effect abolish the privileges of scholars, it will also provide them with a certain amount of financial compensation."
"Although the scholars were dissatisfied, their resentment was inevitably alleviated after receiving compensation in the form of money and goods."
"If we act now, how much resentment will they have, and how many people will be willing to plead for the people?"
Fan Tong suddenly realized, "Is the Left Prime Minister trying to get the scholars to bottle up their anger and let it out when they can no longer hold it back?"
"That's right." Kong Lingda said hatefully.
"The imposition of labor service upon each acre is such an evil policy. As the Left Prime Minister, I must speak up for the scholars of the world and for the people of the Great Zhou!"
Fan Tong bowed and said, "The Left Prime Minister is so righteous and truly a role model for the world!"
"I will go back immediately and mobilize my disciples to persuade the scholars to hold back and wait and see what happens!"
…
Imperial Palace.
Yan Jiaoran's lips curled up, her face was playful and full of anticipation.
I'm going to see this bastard again.
I wonder what method he will come up with to break the deadlock this time?
What kind of weird idea is that?
“Bang!”
A knock on the door disrupted Yan Jiaoran's thoughts.
"Come in!" Yan Jiaoran said in a soft voice.
Obviously, Murong Yanran has returned.
Murong Yanran pushed the door open, walked in slowly, closed the door, and bowed: "Your Majesty!"
Yan Jiaoran was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Yanran, why are you alone? Where's Qin Yuan?"
Murong Yanran bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, Yanran was originally planning to go find Master Qin, but on the way she ran into Mr. Ming from the Minglou Mansion."
"He came up with a good idea that could resolve the current crisis, so Yanran didn't go to ask Master Qin."
Hearing this.
Yan Jiaoran couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and said rather listlessly: "Tell me, what's the solution?"
Murong Yanran replied, "Mr. Ming created a secret method for printing books—woodblock printing!"
"This method can print a thousand sets of books in one day!"
"What did you say!" Yan Jiaoran exclaimed, "Printing one... one thousand sets of books in one day?"
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