Although clay movable type printing was invented in the Song Dynasty, it did not prevent the emergence of woodblock printing from earlier times. At least when I was in history class, the teacher once said that in the 21st century, the original Diamond Sutra of woodblock printing in the Tang and Sui Dynasty still preserved.
"Seal? Do you know, your brother, is very expensive..." Liu Hongji next to him also spoke. After listening to this guy's explanation, I realized that there is indeed a woodblock printing technology in this era, but this thing can be called a luxury consumer product.
Generally, only those things that can be exchanged for huge profits will be printed. For example, those monuments who go to the temple to burn incense and make wishes will throw dozens of hundreds of incense money without blinking. The temple host will take out such a very exquisite book and give it to the pilgrimage, wishing his whole family to live safely and safely under the protection of this Buddhist scripture consecrated by the master.
When I heard that such a printed Diamond Sutra could be sold for 70 to 80 jin in Taipei City, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It's so rogue that the woodblock printing technique of this era is not a book printing, it's just a total of printing money.
"Brother, don't think this is very expensive. You must know that an excellent carving paper will take nearly three or five days to complete a master. And if you make one or two mistakes, the whole piece will be ruined and you will be carved again. A piece of paper will only cost more than a hundred words. For example, a Diamond Sutra, more than five thousand words, it will take about fifty pieces. If a craftsman makes it, half a year will be the shortest." Liu Hongji said helplessly.
"If you really get more than 100,000 copies, you will have to make about ten of the same carving boards, otherwise it will be broken after printing. There is also paper that is not appropriate..." Next to it, Zhang Qi, the subordinate of Liu Hongji, complained with his fingers.
In the end, with my strong insistence and request, Li Shimin and Liu Hongji could only pinch their noses and promise to print 10,000 copies. No matter how many, the two of them would never do it. However, just one thousand copies would cost about 100 coins. Your sister's, a broken flyer, would cost about 100 cents or 100 cents. In this era, you can get a few kilograms of wine and meat to have a meal of beautiful things.
Although I have a high requirement, in addition to printing the characters, I also need to add some beautiful decorations to increase the attractiveness of the flyer, but this is also his grandmother's one is too expensive.
I really can't figure out that a piece of broken paper is so valuable. No wonder in this era, many books were not printed, but were borrowed by people and copied from each other. It was not too short of printing when there was a woodblock printing, but I didn't find a printed book in my home.
It seems that I am printing money. My sister is a piece of paper with a hundred pieces of paper. I feel like I am going crazy. I gritted my teeth and made up my mind. When I have money, I must build a paper mill and add a printing factory. At that time, based on the lead movable type printing technology I invented, I will find anyone in the world who dares to print money and silk faster than me.
Moreover, I have a sinister intention, that is, after I set up a paper mill, I will naturally use as much as the blank paper as I want. Even if I use it to wipe my butt, I believe no one will dare to say anything.
You know, these days, whenever I want to go to a big size, I always have to avoid the girl carefully, quickly draw a few pieces of waste paper with words on both sides, and then dare to go to the thatched cottage. Otherwise, I would be embarrassed to face the thing called bamboo shoots. It's so disgusting. It's disgusting to think about it. Sister, I have to admire the courage and courage of the ancients. At least I will never let my delicate chrysanthemums and the bamboo shoots as hard as iron to do stupid things to rub and catch fire.
"Brother Shi, what's the poem you promised to give me? Is there any now?" Li Shimin, Li Xuanba, and Liu Hongji, the three shameless people who were shamelessly trying on roast duck here, Li Yaoguang came to me and asked in a low voice.
"This, I haven't inspired this time, so I didn't write it." I covered my bulging belly angrily, and looked at the three evil guys who were still eating voraciously. I was very angry. My sister, I was obviously the poorest, but as a result, these three evil wolves rushed to my house every day by discussing the matter of a new restaurant, and then waited specifically to eat and drink.
Well, Li Yaoguang is among them, but this girl is a gentleman after all, and she eats more elegantly. She doesn't like the duck rack that even had her meat peeled up and chewed her with constant chewing. She is completely like she wants to eat this young master.
Li Shimin is better than those two hungry wolves, but now this guy is shaking goose wings with one hand and slashing with the other hand. I don’t know what he is fooling my girl, which makes my girl laugh. Beasts! Those two guys are hungry wolves, and this guy is a pervert!
The only person who seems more normal is probably this lady Li San.
"It's weird if you believe you! Wugui told me that just yesterday, you wrote a new song called, and you sang it specifically for Wugui." Li Yaoguang pouted, and his cute pink cheeks instantly bulged like the little goldfish. His pair of black starry eyes also stared at me with resentment. The black hair behind his head, which was tightly tied into a ponytail similar to that of later generations, swayed gently.
For some reason, when she looked at the girl with such an angry expression, she felt particularly cute. Well, compared to her usual confidence and decisiveness, she was as cute as a naughty squirrel, and she saw the little squirrel but couldn't eat her mouth when she saw the pine seeds.
"Hey, I always stare at me for what to do." Well, it seems that although this girl is very strong, she is still a little girl after all. In my calm eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable after a short while. Her black eyes widened angrily. "What, do you still want to deny it!"
"No, it definitely doesn't mean that, but why did Wugui tell you." I quickly looked away, um, touched the tip of my nose awkwardly. The faint smell that had just come from Li Yaoguang was like the fragrance of spring flowers, but it made my nose itch.
I was bored yesterday and drank some wine. The young master, who was in great interest, hummed a song casually. Unexpectedly, the girl heard it and was forced to sing it from beginning to end.
"She only told me that this song was named "Dongfengpo" by you, and it sounds super nice. Can you sing it to me?" Li Yaoguang shook his head slightly, and the ponytail behind his head continued to sway gently, like silk satin pointed by the wind, exuding a bright and soft luster.
"Uh, you're really sure you want to listen to this song..." I felt a little embarrassed and a little shy. Well, I copied it for no reason. Although it was a passive plagiarism, I did a bad thing with shame. Not only did I feel no guilt in my heart, but I was very complacent because of the girl's admiration and admiration expression. It seems that I am worthy of being an excellent time traveler.
"You know, the song I sing is different from the songs of this era." This point must be explained first.
"It's okay, I just want to listen. By the way, Wugui is coming over quickly. Your brother promises to sing for me. Come and listen together." Li Yaoguang nodded firmly, then turned his head and greeted my sister.
Looking at these two beautiful and delicate loli, well, there was the shameless man Li Shimin next to him, staring with confusion, this young master cleared his throat, raised his head and fucked a glass of sweet turbid ant wine, cleared his throat, and then began to perform a beautiful song with my voice that was comparable to Jacky Cheung, Lin Zhixuan's tenderness, and Zhang Yu's glory...
Your tears are weak and hurt
The pale moon is hooked by the past
The night is too long and condenses into frost
Who is in the attic in cold despair
The rain gently pops the vermilion window
My whole life is blown by the wind on paper
Dreams turn into a wisp of fragrance in the distance
You're drifting away with the wind
The flowers have fallen to the evening and are brilliant
The destiny in the withered world
Don’t cross the river and break up the autumn heart in half
I'm afraid you won't get on the shore and shake for the rest of your life
Whose horse hooves are chaotic
My military uniform is howling and vicissitudes
The sky is light and you sigh softly for a night of melancholy
...The chrysanthemums are broken and your smile is yellow
Flowers fall and people are heartbroken, my heart is flowing quietly
The north wind is in chaos and your shadow is not yet cut
Leave me alone in pairs on the lake
At this moment, my eyes involuntarily fell on Li Yaoguang's cheek. At this moment, I felt for no reason that this thought came to my heart: This song is sung for you...
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PS: I like Chinese-style songs. As for other types of songs by Dashen Zhou, I really can't like them.
Chapter completed!