Straight man of steel

Chapter 249

In the early morning of the next day, Zhang Yuan took the bound poems and prepared to go to the city gate of Chang'an City.

The accompanying people also brought all the things Zhang Yuan needed, not only paper but also ink and carved wooden boards.

The Zhicheng Gate is a city gate that the ministers of the DPRK and China must pass through every day when they go to Jianzhang Palace for business.

More than half of the Han government agencies in Chang'an City had to work in the palace, because Liu Che moved his residence to Jianzhang Palace, which also caused those ministers to go to Jianzhang Palace for business.

In Chang'an City, there are only five office locations left in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zhongwei's Mansion, Tingwei's Mansion, Daxing Mansion, and Danong Mansion.

The Jianzhang Palace includes the eight offices of Lang Zhongling, Taichang, Zongzheng, Shaofu, Weiwei, Taipu, Dianyuguo, and Jiangzuo Dajiang.

Naturally, it is divided into the difference between foreign ministers and retainers.

Zhang Yuan's main purpose today is to attract the attention of most officials. Of course, he also hopes that these officials can spread their printing skills to everyone in the world.

"Patriarch, let's build a wooden platform directly inside the city gate?"

Zong Xing, who came with him, was obviously not used to Zhang Yuan's flamboyant style. In the past, Zhang Yuan was as low-key as possible.

"Yes, it must be conspicuous, but it must not block the way for others to come and go."

Zhang Yuan instructed Zong Xing, then stood aside, waiting for Zong Xing and the others to set up the wooden platform.

If you don't set up a good stage, how can you sing.

After about half an hour, the simple wooden platform was finally set up.

There were also two banners hanging on both sides, and even Zhang Yuan didn't know where Zong Xing got them.

Maybe Zong Xing ran to fix it because he said he should be more conspicuous.

"Patriarch, the table has been set up, what do you think should be done next?"

"Next, let's get everyone a wooden table, and we will print my collection of poems here all day today.

The ones prepared last night should be dispersed, and they can be distributed to officials or literati. "

Zong Xing nodded, and went down to do what Zhang Yuan said.

Now this time has just arrived at Chenshi, and Liu Che is still in Dinghu Yanshou Palace, so he doesn't have to go to court, so there is not much traffic.

After another half an hour, the number of talents began to gradually increase, and officials in official uniforms were already watching around the wooden platform.

Zhang Yuan has been regarded as a man of influence in Chang'an City in recent years, and he is also a topic of conversation after leisure and dinner. In terms of promotion speed alone, only Wei Qing can surpass Zhang Yuan.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was sitting on the wooden platform, and the people below looked at Zhang Yuan like a monkey, and they didn't know what Zhang Yuan, Liu Chefeng's Qing doctor, wanted to do.

When Zong Xing led people to distribute Zhang Yuan's collection of poems, everyone gradually felt something extraordinary.

"Is this the paper sold in the Qingmufang of Princess Pingyang recently?"

"Yes, it's just paper, and it's been revised into a booklet."

"How can this piece of paper be so rich and powerful? The paper is distributed in the street. The old man wanted to buy some a few days ago, but was shocked by the price."

"That's right, a piece of paper that is one foot square is worth the price of two bamboo slips. I have also been poor all my life, and I have to support dozens of people in my family with my salary as an official. How can I have spare money to buy such novelties. "

"From this point of view, Zhang Yuan is really wealthy. It seems that he has made a lot of money over the years."

"What do you people know? I work in the prime minister's mansion, and I have heard rumors in the mansion that this paper was made by Zhang Yuan.

Otherwise, why do you think His Majesty promoted Zhang Yuan to Doctor Qing? Princess Pingyang's Qingmufang has Zhang Yuan's [-]% of his money, and now he is holding a cash cow. "

"Wait, you see that the booklet is full of words.

It’s really a waste of resources. There are words on every page, so how can we use them? "

"Fuck, I knew Zhang Yuan didn't have such good intentions, take a look at these poems, aren't they written by him before.

The old man thought that he had some literary talents, but he did not expect that he was such a person who vainly cares about fame and wealth. "

Under the wooden platform, some people were surprised, some were upset, some were indifferent, and some were wide-eyed, but those who stayed here were all those who wanted to see what Zhang Yuan was going to do next.

"Everyone."

Zhang Yuan saw more and more people gathered below, so he stood up all of a sudden.

"Forgive me, I have some income recently, so I will distribute some collections of poems here.

If you haven't received it, don't worry, just wait, it will be printed out right away.

You see, this is also a new gadget that I have made recently. It only takes one person a day to print hundreds of such booklets.

All you have to do is wait patiently. "

"Doctor Qing, we are on duty, so we don't have time to wait here.

Otherwise, don't waste that effort, just send us the blank brochure.

After returning home at night, if we think about Doctor Qing's poems, wouldn't it be better for us to copy them and keep them at home. "

"Yes, Doctor Qing, please give us a blank booklet."

All of a sudden, the pot exploded, and Zhang Yuan thought that these officials were so shameless.

Zhang Yuan didn't know how to answer.

"Be quiet."

Suddenly an old man stood up. Although his beard and hair were all gray, he looked radiant and his body looked very tough.

As soon as this person stood up and shouted loudly, the surroundings immediately fell silent. He seemed to be a big man, but Zhang Yuan, who had never been to court a few times, didn't know this old man.

"Doctor Qing, the old man wants to ask you, can you publish hundreds of volumes of poetry in one day?"

Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded, finally someone saw the point.

"Don't dare to lie to Mr., it's easy for one person to read hundreds of volumes a day. If you don't believe me, you can watch here for a day and you will know."

After the old man heard about it, he immediately walked up to the stage and circled around the servants of the Zhang family who were printing a collection of poems.

"The old man sees that this is not a copy, why do you have to re-engrave all the words on paper?"

"Sir, as I said before, this is called printing, not copying.

If it were copying, even a scribe who was skilled in holding a pen could only copy fifty volumes in one day. "

Although the number of words in Zhang Yuan's collection of poems is not many, but according to the writing speed of people nowadays, one has to stop and read every single word. Indeed, he can only copy dozens of volumes in a whole day.

Of course, this is a habit left over from writing on bamboo slips for a long time. When paper is fully popularized, the writing speed of literati will also increase.

"Okay, so this printing technique can be used in other places?"

Zhang Yuan nodded and said with certainty.

"My collection of poems doesn't have many words. Even if it is "Spring and Autumn" with more words, or other classics, it is not impossible to have a hundred volumes a day."

(End of this chapter)