"Isn't it transcribed?"
The elders of the Mo family were completely confused. Mo Yao carefully looked through the Analects in his hand and really didn't understand what Liu Deng meant.
The handwriting on the Analects of Confucius is clear and the font is vigorous and powerful. Although it is not the best, it can still be seen that it was indeed a hard work at the beginning. It was not transcribed. Could it be that it was born naturally?
"This is another industry I have prepared for the college. This thing is actually a layer of window paper, so it is a little inconvenient before you decide to officially join the college..."
When Liu Deng said this, he smiled and said nothing, looking at the elders.
"I dare to ask His Highness the King, but what is the method to mature 2,000 volumes in 7 days?"
After all, Mo Ji went to Suiyang in person, and he knew something about Mei Cheng and the others.
He thought that Liu Deng's bold words were a gimmick negotiated by Liu Deng and Liang Wang, but now it seems that it is not just a gimmick...
"Yes, but this speed is the original speed, the situation is more urgent!"
Seeing that Mo Ji directly came to be the ready-made praise player, Liu Deng also smiled and nodded, and continued.
"2,000 books were written in 7 days? How is this possible? Your Highness, did you summon all the scholars from across the country?"
Mo Yao's mouth could fit into a duck egg, and he said in disbelief.
"There is no need to go to such trouble. All the manpower mobilized are in the courtyard next door. I have not counted the exact number of people, but it is probably about thirty people!"
The more Liu Deng said this, the more curious the elders became, but everyone had already made it clear that if they didn't join the academy, there was absolutely no way to tell them this secret. After all, this was a way to make money for the academy.
Seeing that such an important secret was right in front of them, but they were not told, if it were not for the sake of image, they would all be scratching their heads at this moment.
"Your Highness, King Dai, there are thirteen volumes of Mohist classics in total, with about one million words. If I give them to His Highness, King Dai, when will the 500 sets of books be completed?"
Mo Yao and the elders of the Mo family looked at each other, then whispered a few words quietly to the side, and finally spoke to Liu Deng.
"I don't know much about this, why don't I find a craftsman to ask?"
Hearing what he said, Liu Deng knew in his heart that he had won this time. It seemed that the hundreds of disciples of the Mo family plus these elders were now in his pocket.
I really made a lot of money this time! Although he was so happy that he wanted to sing, Liu Deng still had a calm look on his face.
Low-key, low-key, it’s better to be low-key as a person!
"promise!"
Du Ziteng hurriedly ran to the next door courtyard and found the craftsman in charge of printing.
"The little man meets the king!"
An honest man immediately knelt in front of Liu Deng.
Seeing his unattractive appearance, the Mohist elders were all dumbfounded. Is this the kind of person who can write two thousand volumes of a book in seven days?
"Get up! By the way, what's your name?"
"Replying to the king, the younger one's name is Cai Rui, and he is Cai Xin's brother!"
Hearing what he said, Liu Deng felt even more proud. It seemed that all his disciples who came from Caijiawa had now become his right-hand assistants.
Sure enough, a thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist.
Aren't you that Bole who has a sharp eye and knows the pearls?
"Cai, Cai..."
Mo Yao wanted to know more about him, but after pondering for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what to call this guy.
"I am now the Secretary General of Daiguo Bookstore!"
Cai Rui quickly introduced himself.
"Zai Sibo, there are thirteen classics with a total of millions of words. I wonder how long it will take you to produce them?"
Mo Yao asked quickly.
Cai Rui did not answer directly, but looked at Liu Deng aside.
"It doesn't matter, just tell the truth!"
Liu Deng's heart moved slightly, but he really didn't expect that the people in the Cai family didn't seem to be all stubborn.
"Replying to the elder, if there are only 500 sets, it will take about ten days. It is really a waste of time to format. If there are 5,000 sets, it will take 15 days!"
"W-what did you say? Fifteen days for five thousand sets? Ten days for five hundred sets?"
Mo Yao suddenly felt that his teeth started to hurt. Are these people crazy?
"You go down first!"
Seeing Mo Yang's devastated look, Liu Deng felt extremely satisfied. If he continued talking, he would reveal the core secret, so he simply waved his hand and let him go directly.
"Your Highness, you are not lying to us, are you?"
After a long silence, Mo Yao gritted his teeth and said.
"Hahahaha, I am the bloodline of our ancestors. Your Majesty's grandson is also the king of this country. Do you think it is necessary for me to lie to you? It's just that it's really inconvenient to say more. If the elder is interested, I will tell you in the future. This can be left to the elders to assist!"
When Liu Deng said this, Du Ziteng suddenly noticed that there was an evil smile on the corner of his king's mouth. When the king tricked Liu Xian, he had this expression on his face...
"In that case, Mo Ji, let everything be done according to your wishes!"
Mo Yao took a deep breath, then turned to look at the giant Mo Yan.
Among the elders of the Mohist family, he has the most noble status, so even as a disciple of the Mohist family, Mo Qiang must listen to his opinions on many issues.
"Your Highness, King Dai, if that's the case, let's talk about the Mo family joining Daiguo Academy. There are about three hundred people in our Mo family plus disciples. All of these people have unique skills. I don't know what your Highness, King Dai, plans to do. Placement?”
As a giant of the Mohist family, Mo Ji must of course be responsible for all the Mohist disciples. Even if they all want to join Daiguo Academy at this time, he still needs to fight for the welfare of the Mohist disciples.
"Don't worry, Youzi. There are about fifty teachers needed in the academy, and countless researchers are needed in the Wuhan Research Institute of our country. As for how to allocate them, just ask Youzi to allocate manpower. If you are aspiring to do it, Officials can also serve as generals! But before that, we need to sign a contract. I have brought a template of the contract today, so you might as well take a look at it first!"
After Liu Deng finished speaking, he took out a thick stack of paper from his arms and handed it to Mo Yan.
