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Chapter 274 Movable Type Printing
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

General Chen subconsciously looked around, and only when he saw that only a few of them had heard him did he feel relieved and wipe away a cold sweat.

King Xuan was also startled. "Return to the royal tent!"

Tang Zhao slowly spat out the last piece of bone, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands clean, and then followed into the royal tent.

King Xuan sat in the main seat and said, "Zhao Zhao, tell me in detail what exactly happened?"

Tang Zhao recounted the cause and effect of the fall of Wuwei City: "In the thirtieth year of the Kangzhi reign, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue embezzled 1.5 million taels of silver from the military funds for Emperor Pingyuan, who was still a prince. To cover up his crime, Emperor Pingyuan colluded with Tang Zheng and the Turks. During the war, he ordered people to secretly open the city gates and let the Turkic cavalry into the city, which led to the defeat of the Song family army by attacking from both sides."

General Chen asked in confusion, "Why suspect Emperor Pingyuan? The late emperor was clearly more likely."
“I originally thought it was the late emperor, but if Cao Yang was the late emperor’s man, the late emperor would not have been unaware of the Ministry of Revenue’s deficit.”

"Cao Yang was recommended by the late emperor, who was then the crown prince, so it is clear that Cao Yang was indeed one of their people, either the late emperor, Emperor Pingyuan, or the King of Wei."

But it turns out that Cao Yang was not one of the King of Wei's men, otherwise Grand Secretary Mu and Prince An would not have been able to deal with Cao Yang.

Jiang Yiming waved his feather fan and said, "It's not difficult to verify this matter. We just need to see if the 1.5 million taels of silver found at the Cao family's estate came from the Wu family."

King Xuan said in a deep voice, "Investigate immediately. If the fall of Wuwei City was indeed related to His Majesty, then he is not worthy of sitting in that position!"

Jiang Yiming accepted the order and left.

"Keep your mouths shut until the matter is fully investigated, and do not leak a single word!"

King Xuan spoke to Tang Zhao in an unprecedentedly serious tone, saying, "These words must not be mentioned to anyone else."

"Zhao Zhao understands."

Tang Zhao returned to the Protector General's Mansion, calculating the time needed to travel to and from Jiangnan. "Bring me paper and pen."

Autumn Rain was delighted. "Girl! Are you going to write a new story?"

“Yes,” Tang Zhaowen thought, picking up his pen and writing, “I will write a story about a man from a humble background who, in order to climb the social ladder, conspires with his cousin to murder his wife and his entire family who taught him.”

Gu Ci: 。 。 。 。 。 。

Isn't this story a bit too explicit?

Why don't you just write Tang Zheng's name?

Tang Zhao wrote swiftly on the title page: "There are countless men from humble backgrounds in this world, but it's hateful that no one writes a book to condemn such shameless behavior!"

"As a representative of kindness and justice, I resolutely shoulder this heavy responsibility. This story is adapted from a true story. I hope that women everywhere will think carefully before getting married and never repeat the mistakes of the heroine in the story."

Gu Ci walked over and replaced Chunfeng, who was grinding ink.

Tang Zhao picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and after a moment's thought, wrote: "It is said that in Luoyang of Dayu, there was a mansion of the Duke of Wei, which was once very prominent in the previous dynasty. However, his ancestors were incompetent and the mansion fell into ruin in the new dynasty, leaving only an empty signboard of the Duke's mansion."

The Duke of Wei's mansion has a son named Tang Zheng, who is seventeen years old. He has been living with his widowed mother since childhood, and his only wish in life is to restore the glory of his ancestors.

To this end, Tang Zheng pretended to be kind and successfully became a disciple of General Song. General Song treated him like his own son, taught him martial arts and strategies, and led him into battle.

But Tang Zheng was still not satisfied. He didn't want to work hard to accumulate merits and wanted to take a shortcut. So he set his sights on General Song's only daughter, Miss Song.

Miss Song, the most renowned pearl of the Northwest, is innocent and naive, unaware of the ways of the world, and quickly falls into the love trap set by Tang Zheng.

Gu Ci: Really, you might as well just write Tang Zheng's name.

There was really no need for this attempt to cover up the truth. Tang Zhao ignored it and continued writing at lightning speed. Three days later, a short story of 200,000 words was published.

Wu Dalang, the owner of Wu Family Bookstore, glanced at a book, then stealthily glanced at Tang Zhao. He glanced at the book again, then stealthily glanced at Tang Zhao again. He glanced at the book again, then stealthily... Uh... Suddenly, his eyes met Tang Zhao's. Wu Dalang quickly lowered his head and apologized.

Tang Zhao didn't care, "When will it be published?"

Wu Dalang counted on his fingers, "At the fastest, a month."

Tang Zhao:. . . . . .

Tang Zhao: I can't wait.

Wu Dalang said with a bitter face, "Princess, there are too many words in this book. My family's bookstore only has five woodblock engravers. Even if each of them doesn't eat or drink, they can only engrave about a thousand words a day. A month is really the shortest time limit."

"Your bookstore prints books by carving each character one by one?" Tang Zhao was shocked. "Don't you use movable type printing?"

"Live, type printing?" Wu Dalang looked confused. What was that?

"Modular type printing, as the name suggests, is printing where the type can be disassembled and arranged as needed."

Tang Zhao explained in detail, “The commonly used characters are carved on small pieces of wood to make positive relief characters. Then, the characters are selected according to the manuscript, arranged in the type tray, inked and printed. After printing, the type molds are removed and kept for reuse in the next printing.”

Wu Dalang's eyes lit up. "This, this movable type printing is truly amazing!"

"With this movable type printing, not only will we save a lot of money on engraving and labor, but we can also greatly reduce printing time! This, this," Wu Dalang stood up excitedly and bowed deeply, "Thank you very much, Your Highness, for sharing your knowledge so generously. I will certainly live up to Your Highness's expectations and develop this movable type printing as soon as possible."

Tang Zhao's smile froze on his face.

Wait, I didn't call you here to study movable type printing.

Wu Dalang was clearly not listening to anything anyone was saying. He ran back to the bookstore and discussed movable type printing with the woodblock engravers.

Tang Zhao had no choice but to seek help from the Crown Prince's wife.

After reading the storybook, Ming hesitated, then asked, "Are you really going to print it?"

"Print!" Tang Zhao said decisively. "Not only print, but print lots and lots of big ones. Sell them if you can, and give them away if you can't!"

"I even hired an opera troupe to turn this story into a full-fledged play and tour the Chongqing area!"

I refuse to believe I can't infuriate Tang Zheng to death!
I'm not just angry, I'm going to make him sick of me!

"Alright, alright," Ming said, trying to calm Tang Zhao down. "Don't let the Duke of Wei get so angry that you hurt yourself."

Unable to dissuade Tang Zhao, the Ming family sent people to deliver the storybook to Jiangnan overnight. Ten days later, the latest batch of storybooks was freshly printed.

Upon hearing that their beloved author, Mr. Jin Yong, had released a new work, many devoted fans flocked to Mingjia Bookstore to purchase it, only to find that a long queue had already formed outside the bookstore.

The bookseller shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't worry, sirs! We've been speeding up the printing, and the second edition will be available soon!"

Prince Zheng, who had already obtained the book through connections, couldn't wait to start reading. He wondered what story it would be this time.
white collar guy from a working-class background.

What is a "phoenix man"?
As Prince Zheng continued reading, he suddenly realized that the man who rose to power and opposed his wife and her family was a scumbag who relied on his wife's connections to do so.

I thought it was a nice word!

Wait a minute, Mr. Jin Yong said this story is based on a true story?
Then we need to look at it even more carefully!