Chapter 103

Mo San's dilemma.

Merton believes that a large part of the reason why arithmetic did not spread widely in the Tang Dynasty is that it is obscure and difficult to understand. For example, Zuchongzhi's conjugation is one of the representatives.

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Even the professor's master doesn't necessarily understand how to teach students the knowledge of mathematics, so the loss of conjugation has become a matter of course.

In order to avoid repeating the mistakes, Merton gave Shen Hongcai the idea of simply compiling mathematics textbooks by grade. This step-by-step method of teaching mathematics has been verified by later generations for a hundred years. It has been proved that this is indeed the most suitable method for popularizing mathematics.

"Mohist has its own printing house! As long as the master can compile it, it can be compiled and published immediately. Mohist village will be the first place to use new arithmetic." Merton patted his chest and promised.

With a goal, Shen Hongcai swept away his previous decadence and left with high morale.

In this way, in the next few days, Merton honestly installed the students in the Imperial College, and the whole imperial college soon became calm as if there had never been a dispute over the number of Tianzhu.

Another ten day recess.

Spring returns to the earth and everything recovers. The big willows in the backyard of Mo mansion have already taken out tender buds, hanging down like ten thousand silk tapers. The breeze blows, and the emerald willows are very comfortable.

Merton once again lay down under Cuiliu and pretended to be a dead dog, but this time he didn't lie there. The injury on his ass had already healed, but lay there comfortably. The recliner tailor made by Lao Zhang's head for Merton was extremely decent and supported Merton's body in an all-round way, so that he didn't have to work hard.

The warm sun shines on Merton, which makes people want to sleep. I'm afraid Merton would have gone to sleep if there wasn't a strange noise from time to time.

"Mo San!" Merton shouted angrily.

Mo San, who wandered in the backyard more than ten times, hurried over, bowed and said, "Hello, young master!"

"What's the matter? Listen to Ziyi. You've been busy with your printing house. Why do you have time to come over!" Merton asked with a touch of purple behind his eyes.

Obviously, when Mo San came, purple clothes ran behind him.

At the end of the ink exhibition, Merton took Mo San out of the ink house independently. Mo San is a masterpiece of his majesty. He has a pair of skillful hands and excellent carving skills. Moreover, many of his Majesty's silver rewards were given to Mo San as start-up funds, so he didn't take any more measures. In addition, recently, there have been many things in Merton, so he ignored Mo San.

"There is something wrong with the printing house? Please give me some advice!" Mo San said with a red face.

"Something's wrong?" Merton looked at Mo San suspiciously. It's reasonable to say that Mo San has a title, technology and capital. The printing house should not encounter any trouble!

"There is no book to print!" Mo San stammered out the whole thing, and Merton understood the principle.

It turned out that Mo Sany was ambitious at the beginning and wanted to do a big job. It was found that the technology of engraving printing soon spread in Chang'an city. In this era, there was no intellectual property protection. Many ministers in the Court saw the business opportunities of engraving and printing books. Many ministers took the lead, and it was not difficult to find carpenters with engraving technology. In just a few months, Chang'an City opened more than a dozen printing houses, and the price of books suddenly tripled.

"These dignified guys?" Merton gritted his teeth. The technology of engraving and printing is just a kind of window paper, which can be broken when stabbed.

"But they didn't take advantage. Now the Imperial College has revised all kinds of Confucian classics and added punctuation marks. Coupled with the signboard of the Imperial College, it is very popular. There is a large backlog of major printing houses in Chang'an city." Mo San said with lingering fear.

Merton was surprised. He thought that the Imperial College was full of old-fashioned corrupt scholars. He didn't expect to have such a mind. The move of the Imperial College was very similar to a famous school version of later generations' teaching materials. As long as the name of the Imperial College was there, he didn't worry that the printed books couldn't be sold, and it was extremely authoritative.

"You printed a lot, too?" asked Merton.

Mo San shook his head and suddenly said in a high voice, "young master, we are Mohist children. How can we print Confucian classics?"

Merton wanted to persuade Mo San as a businessman not to care about these opinions, but he stopped persuading when he thought that the Confucian classics printed in Chang'an city had been flooded.

After Mo San's narration, Merton finally understood the plight of the publishing house. Mo San specially printed Mo Jing and Dao Jing, but did not sell a few copies. His business was extremely miserable. Now the biggest business of Mo San is to print various medical contracts of Banghua Laomo hospital, otherwise it would have closed down.

Merton looked at Mo San sympathetically. The boy was really unlucky. Empty has a skill, but there is no place to use it.

Merton has a math textbook business for Shen Hongcai, but it doesn't know how long it will take until Shen Hongcai compiles it. Merton thinks about it and still doesn't tell Mo San. It's better to give him a surprise at that time.

"What on earth do you think?" Merton asked with an elegant.

He saw that Mo San had been trying to stop talking. Obviously, he had some ideas of his own.

"I want to..." Mo San said, looking involuntarily at the flowers.

"Come here!" Merton said angrily.

The purple dress was not torn down at all. Ashamed, he ran over excitedly and said, "young master, Mo San wants to print my painting!"

"Your painting?"

Merton's contemptuous eyes severely hurt Ziyi's self-esteem. Ziyi tooted her mouth and took out a large stack of rice paper from behind?

"Violent man?"

Merton looked at the matchmakers and some exaggerated lines in front of him in surprise. It has to be said that in future generations, under the existing conditions, extremely simple lines are the most suitable for printing.

If you take some sketches or landscape paintings, it's estimated that no matter how skillful the carver is, it can't be carved. This is not laser scanning in later generations.

Merton narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo San and Ziyi. He had to say that their cooperation was indeed seamless. Merton can imagine that in this era of extremely lack of entertainment, after the emergence of such books with pictures and words, Merton can imagine how much sensation it will cause.

"Young master? What do you think?" Ziyi asked eagerly.

"Interesting!" Merton smiled. "What else?"

"Besides that?" Ziyi was a little silly. She didn't think so much. As long as her paintings can be printed, everything else doesn't matter.

"Young master, I think so. Now the children of Mojia village walk through Guanzhong and can bring back a lot of news. If you can sort out these news and publish them, plus the paintings in purple, I believe there must be a way out," said Mo San.

This idea has been in his mind for a long time. Since printing traditional books has no advantage, he found another way and opened a new road.

Merton looked at Mo San in surprise. He didn't expect that Mo San's mind was so advanced that he vaguely touched the concept of future newspapers.

"Oh, it takes three days for Guanzhong to come back and forth, and some news needs careful verification. I'm going to print one volume in half a month, which can not only ensure the timeliness of information, but also ensure the accuracy of information." Mo San talked with confidence.

"Semimonthly!" Murton nodded in his heart.

In this era of extremely slow news transmission, half a month is indeed the most appropriate way.