Chapter 9:

[Speaking] Xie Zheng didn't write politely when she saw her.
Zhu Yuan rolled her eyes. This tone is really unpleasant. Therefore, she said directly: [You are not the emperor, why do you care about this? 】
Xie Zheng:...
Zhu Yuan saw that he hadn't replied for a long time, he laughed secretly, and accepted it as soon as he saw it: [Actually, this thing has no technical content, and it is a clever idea. Carve some commonly used characters first... I only have a general understanding of this. If you want to go down, maybe you have to find someone to try. 】
Thinking that this servant was over 50 years old, Zhu Yuan laughed and continued: [You are literate, and you are there again, so you must know many literati. If you want to take advantage of this printing business, you have a lot to do. 】
The phrase "the age is there" made Xie Zheng raise his eyebrows: [What can I do?]
[Look for those literati to discuss business and make money! The better the reputation, the better the business. 】
[The literati are self-reliant, the more famous they are, the more they cherish feathers, how can these people talk to you about these stinky things] At least on the surface they won’t.
[Silly, right? ] Zhu Yuan laughed at him unceremoniously, [What do literati care about most? Literati care about fame most. If they spend a little money, they can print their manuscripts and speeches into a book. The booklet is printed in hundreds of thousands of copies, and the cover is written "XX Lay Shi's Quotations" and "Mr. XX Poems"... Do you think they do it? 】
Xie Zheng's eyes brightened.
[Right now, eight out of ten people who can read and learn Chinese have rich backgrounds. They can print personal albums for a little bit of money. They are neat, beautiful and decent. They are very suitable for gifts and collections. You say these literati Are you happy? 】
Zhu Yuan is getting more and more enthusiastic. [Furthermore, besides the cost of paper, ink and labor, what is the cost of movable type printing? This is rightly profiteering. If it weren't for me now-no money, I would definitely have done this business myself. 】
Xie Zheng noticed that she paused suspiciously for a while. He squinted his eyes and said, "Didn't you just get the start-up funds? Why not do it yourself? 】
Zhu Yuan is not angry: [Don't you know that I am in Wuxian? There is almost no style of writing here, so don't make a set of movable characters after all the hard work, and you can't even earn the original. How much money do I have, but I can’t afford to spend it like this]
and many more!
Whatever comes to mind, Zhu Yuan's eyes turned, and he smiled and raised a pen: [If you do this business, don't forget to divide it for me! 】
Xie Zheng was watching her analysis intently, and the topic suddenly turned to economics. He was stunned, then raised his eyebrows: [Why]
[I provided the technology and also provided sales. If you don’t share it with me, will your conscience hurt? 】
A smile flashed across Xie Zheng's eyes: [In your opinion, how much do you score? 】
[At least 50%! ] Zhu Yuan is not polite, [My movable type printing is a great invention of the ages, and I lost 50% of it. 】
Xie Zheng: I have seen shameless people, I have never seen such shameless people.
Obviously the topic was extremely boring, and he didn't know who the other side was, so he continued on the topic and said: [too much, at most 20%]
Zhu Yuan angrily: [20%? Where are you beggars? Uncle, you can't be too greedy. 】
The corners of Xie Zheng’s lips curled up: [Businessmen chase profits]
[Oh, profiteer! 】After all, it was just a verbal joke, Zhu Yuan was beeping, she became curious and asked the other side, 【Are you a business? 】
Xie Zheng thought for a while: [be it]
Zhu Yuan suddenly: [No wonder you are stingy. 】
Xie Zheng:...
Nonsense, another day passed.

"How is the third child?" Emperor Chengjia, who wrote the memorial, didn't look up.
Deshun stood behind him for a moment, and immediately pressed his head down.
A figure emerged from nowhere, knelt and concealed on the side of Long An, whispering a report: "His Royal Highness has gone to the Ministry of Industry for six times and one for Siji during this period."
Emperor Chengjia was surprised: "What did he do in Siji?"
"Just a few questions about ink printing."
Emperor Chengjia pondered for a moment, did not ask any more, and asked the other side: "What did he toss about in the Ministry of Engineering?"
"I heard that I was experimenting with something called cement."
"Cement?" Emperor Chengjia was at a loss, "What is this?"
The man rushed to plead guilty: "Your Majesty forgive your sins, the slaves don't know.
Emperor Chengjia waved his hand: "Of course you don't know." After that, he shook his head, "The people from the Ministry of Engineering actually followed suit."
"His Royal Highness appoints a person from the official division of Dushui Qing to participate."
Emperor Chengjia was dumb and cursed with a smile: "This kid, he uses his status as a prince very smoothly." There was no sign of punishment in his tone.
Others dared not answer this, and the person who reported it lowered his head and said nothing.
Emperor Chengjia didn't expect him to say anything, and waved his hand: "Okay, let him toss."
"Yes." The man kowtowed and prepared to withdraw.
"Hold on," Chengjia emperor suddenly thought of something, "Did the third child not go to Zhaochun Palace in recent months?"
The man hesitated: "I have only been there once since March."
Emperor Chengjia frowned and said to himself: "What's wrong with this kid?"
The child Xie Zheng used to not talk about enthusiasm, but still cared for his mother, queen and brother, especially for Concubine Shu, not to mention that he went to Zhaochun Palace every day, but it was a fixed number. It's been almost three months now, but only once?
And this only trip, as far as he knows, only stayed for half a cup of tea, and took the punishment from Concubine Shu back...
Okay, why did he make a gap with Concubine Shu?
Seeing that he was lost in thought, the informant kowped his head silently and retreated into hiding again.
Emperor Chengjia was puzzled and wrote: "Go, go to the study." It is true that he hasn't visited the children in the study for a long time, so let's take a look at what happened to Xie Zheng.
Since it was to check the reading of the princes, Emperor Chengjia would naturally not fantasize.
The Prince's Study is not far from the Imperial Study, and Emperor Chengjia simply walked over.
When he got to the ground, Deshun led a few eunuchs in and waved away the surrounding palace people, and then Emperor Chengjia paced into the hospital.
It was just after the hour, and the sound of reading came from inside, weak and sparse, and the movement was not as good as the cicada on the tree.
Emperor Chengjia frowned when he heard it.
Go up the steps and look in through the window.
Except for a few younger princes, other princes read, sleep, talk...
Emperor Chengjia's face sank like water.
The people in Deshun did not dare to gasp.
I don’t know which little prince spotted Emperor Chengjia first and shouted: "Father!"
"Wow!"
"Kang Dang!"
There was a turmoil, and everyone fell to their knees.
Emperor Chengjia walked in under his breath, and first asked the biggest Xie Yu in the room: "The boss is not there, you who are the brothers just let your brothers do such a fool?"
The boss in his mouth is Xie Cheng. He just got married last winter, and now he has gone to study at the Ministry of Rites, and now he rarely studies in the Prince's study.
In his absence, the second child, Xie Yu, is the oldest of the princes.
Xie Yu quickly pleaded guilty: "The son is ignorant and didn't take the responsibility of his brother. If the emperor punishes his son, he has nothing to say."
Emperor Chengjia snorted again and turned to Xie Zheng who was kneeling at the end: "What's the matter with you? Did you catch the thief last night?" He blatantly slept in the study!
Xie Zheng said casually: "I'm my father, my son is already familiar with what I've learned today, so I'm a little slack." Moreover, at this time, the brother Peggy was copying the county annals, dazzling his eyes, and learning characters... His words were also No need to practice, just close your eyes and keep your health.
He was telling the truth, but Emperor Chengjia heard angrily rising: "I haven't dared to slack off for ten years in the cold window, so you dare to say that you are already familiar when you are young?"
Everyone was silent.
Xie Zheng didn't change his face: "My son doesn't need to be tested for fame, why compare with others."
Emperor Chengjia choked and scolded: "I think you are fat." Look around, pick up a booklet and hit him, "Since you are already familiar with it, go back and write an article to analyze and analyze. "Mencius", write it to me for review, and I will not be allowed to leave the house until I am satisfied!"
Xie Zheng complied with kindness: "I will follow my father's will."
Only then did Emperor Chengjia's expression ease, and he turned his head to speak and read, and all the remaining princes reprimanded them, shaking his sleeves and leaving.
Watching Shengjia leave the courtyard gate, Xie Yu walked over and tweeted: "Third brother, you are really fat."
Xie Zheng glanced at the booklet he was holding on, and said indifferently: "I'm not as good as my second brother, I dare to read the script in the study. I am ashamed." If it wasn't for Emperor Chengjia who didn't look carefully, he would be miserable. Who is uncertain.
Xie Yu suffocated, and said, "Elegance and common appreciation, no one can read what they say--"
"Ahem." The lecturer on duty hurriedly interrupted, "Your Highness, please take a seat. It's time for the Weichen to explain the next chapter."
Having been reprimanded by Emperor Chengjia just now, Xie Yu glared at Xie Zheng, and left in grief.
Go back to their seats.
Xie Zheng, who returned to the back row, swept his eyes, and the brother Page was still struggling to write a crazy book.
He didn't know how to pick up the pen and went to tease each other: [Have you read "Mencius"? 】
Zhu Yuan, who was far away in Wu County, was dumbfounded, stopped copying the book, and replied casually: "You know, the masterpiece of Confucianism." Why do you ask this? 】
Confucian masterpiece? This evaluation is appropriate. [I want to ask what you think about "Mencius"]
[I don't have any opinion, I am not an emperor, and I am an official. 】
Xie Zheng was dumb, shook his head, and won't repeat it. After pulling the "Mencius", he focused on thinking about how to write this article...
The on-duty lecture glanced at him several times, and all saw his knuckle-knotted fingers tapping gently on the table, then silently retracted his gaze.
In less than an hour, Xie Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, laid papers and picked up pens in one go.
"Send the article to the Imperial Study Room and hand it to the emperor."
Throwing a word, Xie Zheng walked away.
An Rui, holding a few manuscripts, wanted to cry without tears--
My lord, your majesty only forbids your foot on the front foot, and you run out on the back foot... Isn't this a bit too arrogant?