Datang First Chef

Dedicating the engraving and printing recipes to the sage was a decision Mo Wenyuan made early on. He knew that it was an invention that could cause great social changes, unlike tofu recipes and peach steamed buns.

He is just an ordinary citizen in Chang'an City, and he is not very clear about the dispute between the emperor and the aristocratic family. Naturally, he does not know that the collection of books by the aristocratic family has brought a monopoly on knowledge, but even from a small perspective, he also knows that "books are the gateway to human beings. "The ladder of progress", once printing is popularized, scholars will have more books to read, basic education can be popularized, and ordinary people can also own books.

These are all good things.

Mo Wenyuan said calmly: "Printing is a technique learned from the Bodhisattva, and my life aspirations have nothing to do with it. Instead of holding this technique in my hands, it is better to dedicate it to a saint, so that poor scholars all over the world can have books to read. He said, "Last year, my aunt enlightened me. I searched all the books in the family, and there were only a few books of the Thousand Characters and First Aid. They said they were handed down from my grandfather. I already knew the principles of heaven and earth roughly, and knew many characters, then I thought, if there are more books to read, wouldn’t I be able to know more principles?”

Monk Hui Neng listened to what he said, and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, you have realized this truth in the year of Mr. Xiaolang, I am ashamed."

Mo Wenyuan said in his heart that he only hoped that after the engraving and printing technique was dedicated to the emperor, it would be fully utilized to make books more common, instead of being collected by dignitaries.

From a historical point of view, Li Shimin is a good emperor and should be able to fulfill his wishes.

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Abbot Huineng was very decisive in his work. After making the first batch of "Diamond Sutra" in the temple, he dedicated the wooden boards engraved with the scriptures and the scripture scrolls to the saint before they were distributed among the people.

After the next court, the sage was discussing matters with several ministers, and two small things came into everyone's eyes together.

Even the sage, who was not expressing emotion or expression, was horrified when he saw the two small objects. He repeatedly asked the monk who came with him how many times the board could be used and how long it took to carve it.

The monks gave answers one by one: "It takes less than [-] days to carve the whole scriptures. This is carved by the monks in the temple. If you find a craftsman who is familiar with this work, it will take [-] days."

"Thousands of copies have been printed in the Jingjuan Temple, and the engraved panels are as good as before."

The sage fell into deep thought, and waved his hand to let the monk go out first. Only a few ministers including Fang Xuanling were left in the room.

The sage said: "You can know the house, how many days does it take to copy a copy of the Vajra Gold by hand?"

Fang Xuanling said: "Monks need half a day, students need one day."

Monks often have to copy various scriptures. As an entry-level scripture, the Diamond Sutra is familiar to them and can be recited by heart. With memory and proficiency, copying is naturally fast.

The sage pondered: "If you use printing, how much can you print in a day?"

Fang Xuanling said: "Sage, why don't you give it a try? In my opinion, every child from a poor family in Chang'an City may have a copy of the scriptures in one day."

The two looked at each other, knowing each other's thoughts.During the Zhenguan period, Li Shimin had already completed the change in his attitude towards the family. If he needed to win over the family at the beginning, as the emperor now, what he was thinking of was reducing its influence. One of the most important things was to break the monopoly of knowledge.

For this reason, he has made a lot of efforts, such as setting up imperial examinations and setting up schools, but it is a pity that, even if the examiners are examiners, the children from poor families rarely can reach the seventh rank or above, and most of them are sesame officials.

The emergence of engraving and printing made him see a new path.

The sage said: "I heard that the printing technique was taught by a fairy in a young child's dream. God bless the Tang Dynasty. It is really my luck."

The boy's intelligence is nothing more than reciting two more poems and writing better than his peers. To be able to come up with this method at the age of five can only be said to be inspired by the immortals. It is absolutely impossible to figure it out by yourself.

The sage called for a reward, and then left Mo Wenyuan behind.

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Li Sanniang was a little depressed: "Son, what will you do in the future, please explain clearly to Aniang first, so that I can be mentally prepared!"

Two officials and four petty officials stood at the door of the bakery. Their official uniforms alone were enough to catch people's attention, not to mention there was a cart of gold, silver, cloth, rice flour and food behind them.

There is not much gold and silver, and the most are various ingredients.

She hurriedly welcomed the officials into the door, then handed over the business to Aunt Lin, and hurried to the courtyard by herself.

Mo Wenyuan was researching the machine for pressing soybean juice at the mill, and Li Sanniang yelled so loudly that he almost lost his soul, so he ran back quickly.He ran in a bit of a hurry, two blushing clouds flew over his fair skin, his grape-like eyeballs rolled round and round, smart and cute.

The two officials had reached the age of fathers, and seeing Mo Wenyuan's appearance, they were delighted, and at the same time sighed, I am afraid that only a smart and handsome young man like him can be entrusted by the gods.

Sanniang had listened to the officials' science popularization just now, and knew that what was sent was a gift from the sage for the engraving and printing technique. She knew that Mo Wenyuan and Daxingshan Temple dedicated the printing method to the sage. It can still be dedicated to the saints", so what should be done, how can I know that there will be today.

The two officials passed on the sage's oral letter, praised Li Sanniang for "teaching children well", and Mo Wenyuan for "very intelligent" and "young talent", as if they couldn't see that he was a mediocre peas.

After tossing and praising several times, they bought the popular steamed buns in Chang'an City from Li Sanniang's shop, leaving the little officials to help unload the rewards, and left first.

The rewards of the sages are relatively affordable. For small people like them, most of the gifts are cloth, in addition to various grains, firewood, rice, oil and salt, which they can eat by themselves.

The petty officials left after putting away the rewards, and Mo Wenyuan also wanted to sneak away, but Li Sanniang grabbed him by the collar like a hawk catching a chick, preventing him from running away.

Li Sanniang said: "There is a reward from a sage, why didn't you tell me in advance?" She saw that the officials were terrified, and thought something happened at home.

Mo Wenyuan was very wronged: "The saint didn't tell me before the reward!" He didn't know either.

Li Sanniang: "Yes!"

Mo Wenyuan: "Ma'am, can you put me down?"

Li Sanniang, who was in a hurry, put Mo Wenyuan down. He said that Aniang is worthy of being a woman who can walk like flying with three legs of lamb in her hand. She has great strength. Although he is a bean, he is not as light as a paper man , to be able to pick him up, A Niang is really born with supernatural power.

He took another look at Li Sanniang's slender arms, but he still couldn't figure out where the strength came from.

Li Sanniang said: "What is the function of engraving and printing? It can be rewarded by a sage." In her old age, she has never seen any family accept this.

Mo Wenyuan pretended to be a child and said vaguely: "I don't know either."

Seeing his flickering eyes, Li Sanniang sneered and said, "You were the one I raised with one hand, do you know that my mother can't understand?" Her face was full of frankness, leniency and strictness.

In desperation, Mo Wenyuan could only say: "I can only guess a little."

"The masters in the monastery have tried woodblock printing. They can print thousands of books within a few days by carving a board. If this technology is applied, the number of books on the market will increase greatly."

Li Sanniang thought about the truth from the perspective of a businessman: "The quantity is large and the price is low." Her husband is barely a poor scholar. She has also seen him copy books, and she knows that the price of books is extremely expensive, and the cost of reading is also high.

A spark of wisdom flashed in her mind: "If there are more books, more people will buy them, and more people will be able to read and read." One day, the "Thousand-Character Essay" she carefully preserved might become popular in thousands of families. All households can read and write.

Li Sanniang was terrified by the imaginary scene. She couldn't tell whether it was excitement or fear, but she knew that if it was what she thought, society would change.

Even if it takes a long, long time.

Mo Wenyuan said vaguely: "It's always a good thing. Whoever told me that I obtained the Dharma in a dream, the immortal is willing to teach me this Dharma, which proves that it is beneficial to people's livelihood."

Immortal:? ? ?

What's my business? !

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Mo Wenyuan and the carpenter, one big and one small, squatted in the booth.The carpenter's name is Wang Fuyuan. He is in his fifties and has lived in Guangdefang for three generations. His father and son are both carpenters, and his grandson has also made a reservation for his future career.

Mo Wenyuan was about the same age as his grandson Wang Liang, and he played very well. After he figured out what a hand-pressed soybean milk machine looks like, he went directly to Wang Fuyuan to do it.

Wang Fuyuan handed the wooden frame to Mo Wenyuan and said, "What do you think, Mr. Young Master?" His attitude was formal, a little bit like talking to a young boy, but rather like talking to an adult.

A few days ago, the officials brought rewards into Li Sanniang's house, and the neighbors in the neighborhood saw them. These days, the neighbors are very close. After a while, everyone knew that it was Mr. Mo Xiaolang who had received the reward. It seemed that he had offered some prescription, and the saint was very happy.

Who in the workshop didn't know that Mo Wenyuan was smart, and after he went to Daxingshan Temple, he was told by the master that he had the roots of wisdom. Now, he went to the temple to study for a few days. He looked like a fairy boy and a Buddha, so this time Mo Wenyuan asked someone to customize wooden furniture, Wang Fuyuan agreed wholeheartedly, and he didn't want to let his "clumsy" son do it, so he insisted on making it himself.

The style of wooden utensils is not complicated. First, there is a small board at the bottom, and a few gaps are cut out in the middle. Then, the bean dregs wrapped in fine linen are pressed on the wooden board, and the juice can flow into the pot from the hollowed out gap.

Another wooden board with a protruding rectangular strip on the back is glued together with a rope with a hollow board. When the time comes, the wooden board is pressed on the bean dregs package, and the person presses down on the wooden stick hard, and the juice will come out.

Mo Wenyuan said: "How much does the wooden bar bear?"

Wang Fuyuan said: "If two adult men sit on it, it will not break."

Mo Wenyuan was startled and said, "How could this be so?"

Wang Fuyuan pretended to be angry: "Mr. Xiaolang, do you suspect that Old Wang is talking big?"

Mo Wenyuan smiled and said: "How dare you! Since Uncle Wang said he can take over a few people, it will be no problem."

He insisted on not agreeing to give Wang Fuyuan the cloth as a reward, but in the end it was Li Sanniang who came out to accept the reward.

Mo Wenyuan carried a heavy wooden tool, bouncing and jumping on the road: Go back and make tofu!