Li Muyun was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes and wondered: "Give me money? Why do you give me money?"

When Yu Zhining heard this, he became angry again: "Bastard, didn't you agree just now that Qianquanyi is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the

Li Muyun was confused and said blankly: "No, no, it's not repentance. I mean, why do you always give me money?"

Li Chengqian couldn't stand it and pretended to be confused. He couldn't help but say, "Of course I have to give you money. If you don't want to print a book, would you still ask for money from you?"

Li Muyun scratched his head and looked at Li Chengqian and said, "Did you say the opposite? Isn't it the bookstore that gives the author money for the books? How could the author pay for the money himself?"

Li Chengqian was also a little confused and asked uncertainly: "Will the bookstore give the author money to publish the book?"

Li Muyun nodded and said, "Yes?! It's the royalty!"

Li Shimin finally heard some tricks from the conversation between the two young people, waved his hand to interrupt the two, and asked Li Muyun: "Wait, boy, the thousand volumes and five silos you just mentioned meant that every thousand volumes were printed. Will your bookstore give the author five silos?"

Li Muyun nodded seriously and said, "Yes!"

‘Pa’, in an extremely embarrassing situation, the great His Majesty Li Er slapped himself on the forehead and stopped talking.

The rest of the people looked at each other again, their old faces flushed and red, as if they were collectively constipated.

Only Yu Zhining angrily slapped the table again: "Serious disciple, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Li Muyun said innocently: "What did you say earlier! No, what are you talking about? You can't just think you want to pay me for publishing a book, right?"

Wei Zheng observed Li Muyun for a long time, and saw that he didn't seem to be stupid. He coughed and said, "King Xiaoyao, this is the case. In the Tang Dynasty, you have to pay for publishing books. The more you print, the more money the author needs to pay."

Now, it was Li Muyun's turn to be embarrassed. This guy slapped himself hard and murmured: "Pig, I'm a pig."

Because of conceptual problems, Li Muyun made a big mistake. In his impression, if the publisher wants to publish someone's work, he must pay the manuscript fee, otherwise it will be illegal or infringement.

He never expected that in the ancient Tang Dynasty, the rules were contrary. If an author wanted to publish a book, he had to pay for it himself. As for the publisher, he just ate the previous family and the next family. While earning the author's money, he also had to ask readers for money.

Of course, such examples were also found in his era, but they were all self-paid books, which was the result of books that some people wanted to publish and publish the publishing unit did not recognize. And although this situation existed, if the books were sold well, the author could still recover the investment, which was not better than publishing books, publishing houses and authors to share money with the authors.

However, it was precisely because of Li Muyun's slap that the awkward atmosphere eased a little. Yu Zhining gave him a fierce look and said, "I don't care. You said the thousand volumes and five silos by yourself. Tomorrow you will have someone come to your house to pick up the manuscripts, don't forget to bring the money."

Li Muyun was stunned: "Why? Didn't you just agree to have a good deal of justice?"

"You are a rich man, and you have money in your hands, and you still have that little one to spare?" Li Shimin knocked on the table and set the tone for this matter: "It will be decided in the future, thousands of volumes and five silos!"

"No, brother, you are a polite and honest person, you can't keep your words!" Li Muyun was a little anxious: "If everyone comes to me to print books in the future, I will pay my wife and children."

When Changle, who was standing behind Li Er, glared at Li Muyun fiercely when he heard his wife and children. He really didn't know what this little girl was pretending to be. Just a word of emotion is worthy of her glare?

But the little girl's eyes were really pleasing. Li Muyun was stared at by her and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and glar back.

"Cough!" A cough interrupted the brows between Li Muyun and Changle. His Majesty Li Er said threateningly: "Boy, are you trying to say that I broke my promise and became fat?"

"Brother, seeing what you said, even if you borrow a thousand courage from me, you wouldn't dare to think so." Li Muyun replied with a wry smile.

Seeing that he was tactful, Li Shimin didn't say anything else. He just snorted and continued, "Okay, since you don't object, the rules will be settled. Go back and print more Tang Lu and other things, and just take the money to the Ministry of Civil Affairs."

Li Muyun really doesn't understand what this emperor is thinking. As a legal provision, there is no single author. Its owner should be the Tang Dynasty court, and the Tang Dynasty court wants to print things for Mao to ask for money from him?!

No, this matter is definitely correct, and we must make it clear. Thinking of this, Li Muyun shook his head like a big windmill: "Brother, this is not possible. Not everyone can print Tang Lu. That is the legal provision of the court and must be printed by the court. Otherwise, if there is a problem, there will be a big mess."

"What kind of trouble can happen?" Li Er asked dismissively: "Do you feel you lost money?"

"Of course not." Li Muyun said firmly: "Brother Emperor, you think that Tang Lu is the foundation of my Tang Dynasty. If this book is printed by privately, if something goes wrong, wouldn't it mislead the people? Therefore, I believe that the provisions of the law should be printed by the court. If the emperor feels it is inconvenient, I can contribute to the work and only charge the work fee. However, the proofreading and issuing units must be signed by the court agency, otherwise you will not dare to print it even if you issue an imperial edict."

The issuance of legal provisions is the power unique to the court and must not be handed over to individuals. This is what Li Muyun wants to express. After hearing this, Li Shimin felt something reasonable. He nodded and said nothing more. He just looked at his eyes full of an indescribable smell.

...

Li Muyun's new actions quickly spread through various channels, and for a moment, some people were happy and some were worried.

What I am happy about is those poor students. There are many talented people among them. However, due to the difficulties in their families, many books and materials are things they cannot get. Now that they have a library where they can read for free, this is simply a shocking joy for them.

After just one night, the Wangfu Library, which was written by Li Er, was crowded with people, and even outside the library, there were crowds of people standing reading. These people were dressed simply, haggard, but were very orderly, and kept the quiet under the sign. They tried not to make any sound during the whole process of reading.

The scene inside and outside the museum is surprisingly strange. More than a hundred people who read books have no sound of breathing except for the "swinging" sound when turning the pages of the book.

There are twenty or so chairs on the table, and unless someone needs to record things, they will always be empty. It seems that everyone is creating convenient conditions for others.

Tian Yuhe held her arms and looked at everything in front of her, her mouth slightly raised, and she turned her head to the library manager beside her and said, "Let's go back and build a shed outside and get a few more chairs."

"No!" the manager replied softly.

The surrounding environment was so quiet that although his voice was not loud, many people still heard it. Then several pairs of disgusting eyes stared at me, making it very awkward to manage things.

At this moment, a young man gently closed the book in his hand and came to Tian Yuhe: "Sir, there is no need for a shed or something. It is a great kindness to let us read books quietly here. How dare I cause trouble for the prince again?"

Tian Yuhe looked at the young man and said with a smile: "It is not easy to read. Besides, being convenient to others is convenient to yourself. Building a shed is not a big deal for us, but for you, you can come here to study on rainy days, so why not do it?"

The young man lowered his head and thought for a while, as if he felt something was right about Tian Yuhe, and bowed and said, "Students have been taught."

Tian Yuhe reached out to caress the young man and said, "This brother doesn't have to do this. Everything here is the prince's idea. I'm just doing it on orders. If you want to thank me, just thank my prince."

The young man nodded and said nothing. He turned back to his original position, opened the book again and read it. While reading it, he raised his head and remembered it silently. Obviously, he cherished this hard-won opportunity to study, and there were many young or middle-aged people around him who were similar to him.

I have to say that the scholars in the Tang Dynasty are really of high quality. Li Muyun only has three friends in the library. In theory, they cannot take care of so many people at all. Even if someone runs away with a book, it is very likely that no one will notice it.

But such a thing has never happened. Five days have passed without realizing it, and there has been no shortage of books in the library, and there is not even a folded page.

Those who come to the library to study are real scholars, and their love for books is almost unparalleled. Because they cannot afford to buy books, they cherish books even more.

By chance, a young man with several patches on his clothes found another 'big secret' when he accidentally dropped the book on the ground. He was surprised and couldn't help but shouted: "Oh my God, this book is only fifteen cents!"

The boy's voice alarmed many people around him. A middle-aged man next to him said, "What? Fifteen articles? You don't have a fever, right? I have seen this book "Selected Zhaoming Wen" in another bookstore before, and it costs more than three hundred articles!"

When the boy saw that the middle-aged man didn't believe it, he immediately turned the book to the end, pointed to a row of small words and said, "How could you read it wrong? Look at the back of this yourself. It clearly states here, price: fifteen articles!"

The middle-aged man looked down seriously and was stunned and murmured: "It turns out to be true, really, really fifteen articles! How could this be? Could it be that it was printed incorrectly and omitted the three hundred in front?"
Chapter completed!