Seeing the awkward atmosphere, everyone was nervous. Zong Cheng clapped his hands and recommended Zhao Wen to everyone. He was not sure why Zhao Wen appeared here, but since he was Sikong of the court, he naturally had to be more noble than Zhang Hong, the chief minister. Perhaps it was because of Zhao Wen's request that Zhang Hong appeared here.

When they heard that it was Sikong Zhao Wen, everyone was a little surprised and looked at each other. Although they were uneasy, they still went up to pay their respects and reported their names and family backgrounds. Zong Shi Shushu opened and Sikong was here at the same time. This was originally a very happy thing, but Zhang Hong stood aside with a smile, and the whole thing completely changed. This was like falling into the trap and appearing in front of Zhang Hong, without even the chance to hide. The more kind Zhang Hong smiled, the more regretful they would have. If they had known that this would be the case, they would not come to death.

Zhao Wen has been an official for many years, and saw through the helplessness behind these people's smiles at first sight. He knew that he might have been exploited by Zhang Hong, but he had no choice.

As the master, Zong Cheng was under the greatest pressure. He didn't dare to say much. After everyone and Zhao Wen finished the ceremony, he led Zhao Wen to visit the workshop. The workshop was quite large, with nearly a hundred craftsmen, and more than 30 people were engraved. Before the opening, Zong Cheng had been trial operation for a period of time, and the process was running normally. The workers in each process were busy and orderly. Seeing the brown broom in the hand of the book printing worker rolling back and forth twice on the paper, one page of the book was printed, Zhao Wen was very surprised.

"So fast?"

"It's really fast." Zhang Hong also expressed his satisfaction. "Are they all skilled craftsmen invited?"

Zong Cheng was a little nervous and nodded to say yes.

Zhang Hong said to a young man who was operating: "Boy, how long have you been in this job?"

The young man stood up and saluted. "Returning to Changshi, this year is the third year."

"Did you use it in Caijiayin Bookstore?"

"I used to be in Yingchuan Seal Bookstore. When Pang Taishou printed "Salt and Iron Theory", I learned the art there and was fortunate to participate."

"Big people in Yingchuan?"

"No, I am from Xinzheng County, Henan Province. There was war in Henan and I fled to Yingchuan."

Zhang Hong nodded with a smile. "Yingchuan Seal Bookstore is well run, why are you here in Nanyang again?"

The boy felt a little embarrassed. "Here... the commission is high."

Zhao Wen couldn't help asking Zong Cheng. "How much does he pay for a month?"

Zong Cheng coughed twice. "Sikong doesn't know that although he is young, he has experience and can be a foreman, five thousand a month."

Zhao Wen was surprised. The commission of 5,000 yuan per month is not low. Normally, a strong laborer is about 3,000 yuan per month. The commission of 5,000 yuan per month is enough to support a family of five, and there is still some surplus. "So high?"

Zong Cheng saw Zhang Hong’s smile on his lips and sweat fell on his forehead. “Sikong didn’t know that after years of governance by the Chief Secretary, Nanyang is now full of workshops, people’s lives are stable, and commissions are also rising steadily, otherwise people will not be able to keep people. As long as they are willing to endure hardships, even women can earn two or three thousand a month. If they are more skillful, it is not surprising that four or five thousand is worthy of hand. Even the elderly and weak can earn more than ten thousand a year by putting a few cows at home.”

Zhao Wen was deeply moved. He had a deep understanding of this. Nanyang scalpers carry heavy loads and have a long-lasting meat. Not only can they be seen everywhere in Nanyang, but several surrounding counties also benefited greatly from it. Cow carts are everywhere, and you can eat beef as long as you are willing to spend money. Behind the beef’s best-selling beef is naturally a large number of people who make a living by herding cattle. Nanyang is mountainous and does not have much cost to herd cattle. As long as you are willing to spend your energy, you can grazle three or five cows per person and earn 10,000 yuan a year is indeed not difficult.

"Zi Gang has made contributions to the governance of Nanyang."

"What Sikong said is very true. Zhang Zishi was in charge of Nanyang, and he was in charge of great governance without any trouble. Now the people of Nanyang have received their kindness and they can all prove it."

Everyone expressed their support and exaggerated Hong's political achievements. Although this was a sign of support, it was not entirely a polite word. Zhang Hong did not seem to have made any drastic moves in guarding Nanyang in recent years, but he used his kindness and power, and Nanyang's livelihood was thriving.

Zhang Hong said a few humble words and accepted them calmly. Zhao Wen was very curious and asked repeatedly. Zong Cheng and others could not help but answer, introducing them to Zhao Wen one by one, and gave some examples. Zhao Wen was surprised and unexpected. Even Zong Cheng and others were surprised to find that their usual complaints were a bit pretentious. Although Sun Ce took away the land of the aristocratic family, there were not many aristocratic families who had truly lost as a result. The wealth of most families increased, and there were many people who had doubled. For example, the aristocratic families who initially cooperated with Sun Ce to start a paper workshop made a fortune.

Zong Cheng suddenly understood Zhang Hong's purpose, and his attitude changed unknowingly, with less concealment, more sincerity, and a little embarrassing. He glanced at Zhang Hong, continued to introduce the process, and finally came to the binding room, picked up two new books cut into the edges, and delivered them to Zhao Wen and Zhang Hong.

"Sikong, Changshi, this is the first book printed by my Zong family's seal shop. It is a collection of articles. Please correct me. If there is anything wrong, please tell me in person. I immediately ordered someone to dismantle it and modify it."

Zhao Wen took it and praised it first. The feeling of the book in his hand was very good. It was moderate in weight, soft ink, and the ink was tempting. The cover was inscribed with three words "Zhengming Ji", and the calligraphy was exquisite and looked familiar. He thought for a while and said, "Is this the calligraphy of Emperor Meng of Anding Liang?"

Zong Cheng praised: "Sikong's eyes are like lightning."

Zhao Wen smiled. Liang Hu's calligraphy was exquisite and famous in Luoyang. Later, he disappeared and came to Nanyang. He opened the cover and read the preface. The preface was written by Handan Chun, a priest of Nanyang County. In addition to some polite words, it introduced the content of this collection. It specifically mentioned the four words "Hundred Schools of Thoughts", pointing out that most of this collection is criticized by the current academic viewpoints, some are aimed at academics, some are aimed at politics, and some are aimed at people's livelihood. He couldn't help but smile that understood and then turned to the catalog.

The catalog has only one page, and there are five articles in total. The first one is "Refuting Wang Chong's Reply to Heng's Not a Saint's Mistake", and the author is Song Zhong, a native of Jingling.

Zhao Wen blinked and thought for a while. Song Zhong was not among the people who greeted him just now, so he probably didn't have this place, but he escaped. Wang Chong was a Kuaiji native. "Lunheng" was a book that Kuaiji people spent a lot of effort to organize and print. It has the intention of proving Wu Hui's academic strength. This book has not been officially printed, but some chapters have been spread, and even Chang'an has been talking about it. Song Zhong wrote an article to refute "Lunheng", which was a controversy among hundreds of schools of thought, but also had the intention to challenge Sun Ce.

He glanced at Zhang Hong meaningfully.

Zhang Hong read the book very quickly. When Zhao Wen looked at him, he had already seen the second article. It was a discussion of Confucianism. The author was Sima Hui, a native of Yangdi, Yingchuan. Zhao Wen had no impression of this person and was not interested in the Confucianism at this moment.

"Zi Gang?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Hong turned his head, his eyes cursed.

"How about this article by Song Zhong?"

Zhang Hong blinked and smiled, "It's not enough to argue."

Zhao Wen smiled without saying a word. Zong Cheng immediately said: "Then I will remove this article immediately..."

Zhang Hong shook his hand and signaled that Zong Cheng didn't need to be. "It's not necessary. Everyone expresses their opinions, and there is nothing to worry about. Although this article is unreasonable and empty, it's okay to look at it. You can distinguish between the wise and the fool."

"Can you ask the Chief Secretary to give you a masterpiece to discuss with Song Zhong and be a mystery to scholars?"

Zhang Hong laughed loudly. "Don't worry, after this article is printed, someone will write an essay to analyze it. I don't have to. I'm busy with official duties and don't have time to write such articles. And as a chief minister, he can't help but be overwhelmed with power." He looked at Zong Cheng and smiled and joked. "I'm going to say that General Sun said when he read the manuscript of "Lunheng" a few years ago that there will inevitably be debate after this book is printed. It's not scary to argue. As long as the words are made, it's okay to not be clear."

Zong Cheng looked at Zhang Hong, and saw that Zhang Hong's eyes were calm and he could not see any anger. Instead, he was relieved. He showed the article to Zhang Hong just to test Zhang Hong's attitude. If Zhang Hong was unhappy, then these articles could not be made public and could only be removed. Even if he had already paid Runbi, he could only admit his bad luck. He did not want to affect the survival of the seal shop because the article was banned.

"General Sun... said so?" Zong Cheng was still a little worried and asked Zhang Hong to confirm in front of everyone, especially in front of Zhao Wen.

"What I heard with my own ears." Zhang Hong nodded solemnly.

Zong Cheng bowed and bowed. "General Sun's mind is extremely admired."

Zhao Wen's eyes flashed, thinking. He asked Zong Cheng for a few newly printed books and prepared them to take them back and read them slowly. Zong Cheng was in a good mood and ordered people to prepare and send them to Zhao Wen's car for Zhao Wen to take them back to Chang'an to give them to others, which was also considered as helping with promotion. After visiting the printing shop, Zhao Wen did not stay much and said goodbye with Zhang Hong. After getting on the car, he picked up the book again and read the article carefully.

"Zi Gang, can General Sun really tolerate people's criticism of "Lunheng"?"

Zhang Hong disagreed. "General Sun criticized the Master, let alone Wang Chong? Is it because Wang Chong is from Jiangdong?"

"What if someone targets him in the future?"

Zhang Hong laughed silently. "I'm not afraid of having it, I'm afraid of not."

"What do you mean is to wait and see what changes and let the dissatisfied person jump out on their own?"

Zhang Hong thought for a while. "You can't say that's wrong, but you may have misunderstood General Sun's meaning. General Sun hopes that scholars will discuss learning and politics, but he does not do this to speak of sinners, but hopes to clarify the truth and seek knowledge in the debate."

"But three people become tigers..."

"Not to mention three people, even 30,000 people cannot become tigers. Tigers are tigers, rats are rats." Zhang Hong looked out the window, and the faces of passers-by flashed from time to time by the roadside, most of them smiling. "Do Zirou know how many people there are in Nanyang? There are nearly three million people in Nanyang now, and 90% of them are grateful to General Sun. Even if someone wants to slander General Sun, it will not shake people's hearts and will only humiliate themselves."

"The people cannot read, so how can they know..."

Zhang Hong smiled slightly. "It will be possible soon. General Sun disclosed the craftsmanship of the book printing workshop, hoping that more people will read and read. We have a plan, one of which is to build a school in the whole township, and within five years, we will strive for a person who can read and read the text."

Zhao Wen took a breath of air conditioning. "Zi Gang has such great courage."
Chapter completed!