NIP Chapter 427
Chapter 427
Chapter 427
"Dr. Kong, please." Lin Xuan welcomed Kong Yingda in, and at the same time pondered the purpose of Kong Yingda's visit this time.
When they came to the hall, after the two parties sat down, the maid brought tea.
"I don't know what Dr. Kong is talking about this time?" Lin Xuan asked.
Kong Yingda said: "This time, the old man is here to deliver books to Lord Hou."
Lin Xuan happily asked: "I wonder how many books Dr. Kong has written this time?"
"This time I sent the remaining seven copies of the Four Books and Five Classics." Kong Yingda said.
The Analects, Mencius, The Great Learning, and The Doctrine of the Mean are four books.
The Five Classics are: "Book of Songs", "Shangshu", "Book of Rites", "Book of Changes", "Spring and Autumn"
Among them, "The Analects of Confucius" and "Spring and Autumn" were written by Confucius.
Lin Xuan said with a smile: "Dr. Kong has worked hard. When the book arrives, I will arrange printing immediately."
"The old man has brought the books, and they are outside in the carriage." Kong Yingda hesitated to speak when he said this.
Lin Xuan noticed Kong Yingda's expression, and asked with a smile: "Dr. Kong, do you have any concerns?"
"I want to ask, have the previous books been printed?" Kong Yingda asked.
"Oh!" Lin Xuan patted his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, the book has already been printed. I was going to send it to Dr. Kong before, but I forgot."
Lin Xuan did not lie to him. When it was printed out, he took some back and prepared it for Kong Yingda.
"Master Hou doesn't need to blame himself, just print it out." Kong Yingda said.
"Dr. Kong, wait a moment." Lin Xuan quickly ordered the maid to go to the study to get the book.
Not long after, Chunyue brought the book over.
Lin Xuan asked Chunyue to send the book to Kong Yingda, and said, "Dr. Kong, this is the printed book. Check to see if there is any problem."
Kong Yingda took the book and picked up "The Analects of Confucius" with some doubts.
Logically speaking, the newly rewritten "Analects of Confucius" has added punctuation marks, so it should be thicker than the previous one.
However, the "Analects of Confucius" in his hand not only did not become thicker, but became thinner.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Kong Yingda opened the book.
"Good! Good! Good!" Kong Yingda excitedly applauded.
He finally understood why it was thinner than before.
The characters on the book are much smaller than those printed on the woodblock before.
Even with some punctuation, there are more words on a page than there used to be.
Block printing is to engrave characters on a wooden board. If the engraving is too small, it will be damaged if you don't pay attention.
Movable type printing is different. Although it cannot achieve the size of later books, it is also much smaller than engraving printing.
Kong Yingda naturally understood that the more words on a page, the lower the cost of the book.
"I don't know how much the Lord Hou intends to sell this book for?" Kong Yingda asked.
What he is most concerned about is the price of books. Unlike the aristocratic family who wants to monopolize knowledge, what Kong Yingda hopes is that the books should be as cheap as possible.
Only in this way can more people learn Confucianism and the ways of Confucius and Mencius.
"Because the number of words in the book is different, the selling price is naturally different. Take "The Analects of Confucius" as an example. I plan to sell it at fifty cents a copy. What does Dr. Kong think?" Lin Xuan asked.
"Fifty coins a copy?" Kong Yingda looked at Lin Xuan in disbelief.
Not too expensive, but too cheap.
How much did the previous Analects sell for?
Is it four hundred or five hundred?
This is directly ten times cheaper.
Lin Xuan nodded and said, "That's right, it's fifty Wen."
"I am a scholar on behalf of the world, thank you, Lord Hou!" Kong Yingda stood up and bowed to Lin Xuan.
"Dr. Kong, aren't you offending me?" Lin Xuan quickly got up and walked away.
Kong Yingda said with a serious expression: "Hou Ye's move will make countless people who can read and start books in the world, and be a gift to the old man."
"Dr. Kong is absurd, this is done according to His Majesty's request." Lin Xuan laughed.
Some credits can be claimed, others can not.
It is enough to be famous for inventing movable type printing. If you take all the credit for yourself, you will only go too far.
"Your Majesty is really a wise king." Kong Yingda praised.
"Yes, yes~"
……
Lin Xuan sent Kong Yingda away on the front foot, and Cheng Chumo and others came over on the back foot.
"Why are you here again?" Lin Xuan said a little speechlessly.
"Your words seem to not welcome us." Yuchi Baolin said unwillingly.
Lin Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me, what's the matter this time?"
"We just came to see you." Cheng Chumo said.
"It's okay, right? If you want me to do something later, don't blame me for not agreeing." Lin Xuan pouted and said.
Cheng Chumo's pissing nature, how could he come to him if nothing happened.
"So, you agreed?" Cheng Chumo said pleasantly
"I don't even know what you guys want to do, I promise you a fart." Lin Xuan said angrily.
"Hey." Cheng Chumo said with a smile: "Isn't this the King of Wei holding a poetry meeting again? Let us tell you."
Lin Xuan waved his hand and said, "No, I won't go."
He knows how many catties and twos he has, and only those poems are in his mind.
The poetry meeting held by Li Tai has questions on the spot, who knows what questions will be asked.
Strictly speaking, the plum blossom he wrote at last year's poetry meeting had nothing to do with snow at all, it was just borrowed from snow to call plum blossoms.
If the poem wasn't so good, I would have been ridiculed on the spot.
"Zichu, if you don't go, we will definitely be laughed at if we go." Cheng Chumo said.
"Yeah, we were ridiculed by them many times before, and we never went again in the end." Li Dezhen said.
"Then don't go, anyway, you often didn't go before." Lin Xuan said.
Li Tai clearly knew that these generals' children couldn't write poems, so he invited them there as a foil.
Cheng Chumo and the others must know that they want to go now because they think they can compose poetry and want to show off.
If Lin Xuan had read the three hundred Tang poems, he would not mind accompanying them. The problem was that he hadn't read them at all. He had only learned some from the texts when he was studying.
For the other classic poems, he also knows some of the classic poems. He has never read the complete poems, and even memory enhancement is useless.
Moreover, many poems are critical. If they are written indiscriminately, they will cause big trouble if they are not done properly.
"Zichu, it's okay if you don't go, then can you write us a poem?" Yuchi Baolin said.
It's one thing for them to want to be in the limelight, but what's more, they want to get revenge when they were often ridiculed before.
Lin Xuan said angrily: "I wrote the questions on the spot at the poetry meeting, even if I wrote them for you, if the questions don't match, wouldn't it be a joke?"
Although plum blossoms have nothing to do with snow, at least there is a word for snow.
At that time, people say that they are writing about spring, and you write about autumn, no matter how good your writing is, what's the use?
"Zichu, what do you mean, if we know the title in advance, you will be willing to write poems for us?" Cheng Chumo asked in surprise.
Lin Xuan was taken aback, and asked, "Could it be possible that the question was prepared earlier this year?"
If the topic is written in advance, it is possible to ask someone to write it, and the poetry meeting seems to be meaningless, right?
"Although the question was not prepared in advance, many people have already guessed the question, and they are surprisingly consistent." Cheng Chumo said.
"Guessed? What is the topic guessed by others?" Lin Xuan asked curiously.
Cheng Chumo whispered: "Now it's rumored outside, because the empress was ill before, this time the topic may be to praise the mother."
(End of this chapter)