After Jiang Miao finished speaking, Shen Yanqing asked.
As for printing, he knew that engraving printing was now available, and some bookshop owners hired skilled carpenters to carve the books they wanted to print on smooth wooden boards.
When printing, apply ink on the raised fonts, then cover it with paper, gently wipe the paper, and the fonts will be printed on it.
Shen Yanqing's bookstore also had engravings. It's not that he had never thought of printing, but although engraving and engraving characters was not difficult, the amount of work was too large.
Take the "Three Character Classic" as an example. It has a total of 1,145 words. If he copied it down and asked a carpenter to engrave it, it would take him at least half a month.
Not to mention that the Four Books and Five Classics add up to more than 100,000 words, and it would take years and months just for them to make engravings. This is a time-consuming job, and Shen Yanqing and his academy can't wait.
Jiang Miao could somewhat guess Shen Yanqing's concerns. It was unrealistic to rely on people to copy books, and block printing was time-consuming and labor-intensive, so Jiang Miao thought of movable type printing.
Movable type printing appeared after the Northern Song Dynasty. This imaginary dynasty was a bit like the Tang Dynasty. Now there are only engravings. It is normal for Shen Yanqing to have questions.
"As the name suggests, movable type printing makes the printing method more flexible compared to woodblock printing..."
As Jiang Miao spoke, she took a few clay blocks from the door and placed them in front of Shen Yanqing as a demonstration.
"Unlike woodblock printing, which carves the entire poetry book on a wooden board, movable type printing first makes an intaglio character mold of the individual characters, and then arranges the individual characters on the type plate in the order of the poetry book, then applies ink and prints. Then the character template is taken out, so that it can be recycled and used, and it is not limited to one book. As long as any book has these words, it can be printed using this method."
"good!"
Jiang Miao said that Shen Yanqing's eyes were getting brighter. He knew that Jiang Miao was clever, but he was still surprised that she could come up with such a method.
Jiang Miao blushed at his look. She didn't invent this movable type printing technique. She didn't deserve Shen Yanqing's praise.
"I saw this in a book before. When I saw the mud at the door, I suddenly thought of it..."
Jiang Miao didn't say which book it was, and Shen Yanqing didn't ask any more questions. Miao Ya had lost her previous memory, but she could never forget the skills she had learned and the books she had read.
Books like this must be treasured as treasures. The fact that Jiang Miao can read them shows that she had a noble status before. Shen Yanqing hid the thoughts in her eyes. He didn't care about Jiang Miao's identity, as long as Jiang Miao was willing to be with him forever. good.
"Miaoya is so amazing."
Shen Yanqing regained his composure, rubbed Jiang Miao's head and praised.
Jiang Miao felt his big hand gently caressing her head, and the warmth from his palm spread to her face through her black hair. Jiang Miao's face suddenly turned red.
Just talk, what are you doing with your hands and feet?
Also... Is Shen Yanqing praising her as if she were a child?
Jiang Miao puffed up her face and stared at him, with her teeth and claws flexing like a little crab. Shen Yanqing's eyes flashed across his face and he chuckled. He patted her head twice with his palm and quickly took it back, fearing that she would catch him if he moved too slowly. live.
"Ahem...I'll ask someone to handle the movable type printing now..."
After Shen Yanqing finished speaking, he turned around and went out. His steps were fast and hasty, which seemed like he was running away. Jiang Miao covered her mouth and snickered. Even though Shen Yanqing's face was cold and cold, he was the most thin-skinned. He obviously took the initiative on his own. Although she is close to him, she can make Shen Yanqing defeat him with just a few words.
Jiang Miao stood at the door for a while and then turned back to the house. The movable type printing matter was the most important thing now. She still had many details to finalize. In order to allow the children in the city to enter school as soon as possible, they had to speed up their actions.
Furong Town
Shen Laoer hurried back from Zhenjiang Mansion and finally arrived home just as the night was getting dark.
"Bang bang"
"Who is knocking on the door at this time..."
Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Shen have just rested. Now there are only the couple and Xu's mother and daughter at home. The two shops are closed, and the helpers are not coming. Except for Mrs. Zhang who goes out to buy vegetables in the morning, the door of the house is basically closed.
It was so dark that she couldn't figure out who was knocking on the door.
"Is it possible that the second child is back?"
Father Shen sat up from the bed and fumbled to light the candle next to him. The dim candlelight illuminated Mrs. Zhang's wrinkled face. She got out of bed while getting dressed, her face full of suspicion.
"Impossible, how could the second brother come back so soon?" He had just been away for a day, so he had to fix it after all.
"Move quickly and see if something happened."
The more Father Shen thought about it, the more he realized that it was Shen Laoer who was outside the door. Otherwise, no one would come to their home. But when he came back at this time, Father Shen was worried that something had happened in Zhenjiang Mansion. He was filled with worry.
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"Why!"
Mrs. Zhang was infected by Father Shen's emotions. She hurriedly put on her clothes, pulled on her shoes and hurried out the door.
"Come on, come on, is the second child back?"
Before Mrs. Zhang arrived, the voice came over first. Shen Laoer stopped knocking on the door when he heard the noise and responded loudly.
"Mom, it's me!"
"Why are you back now?"
Hearing Shen Laoer's voice, Mrs. Zhang felt relieved at first, but then she thought about what Mr. Shen said. Could it be that something really happened in Zhenjiang Mansion?
The third and third bedrooms of Dafang and Shen Yingxue are all in Zhenjiang Mansion. If there is any success, it won't cost the lives of the old couple!
Mrs. Zhang's legs went weak, she held the door bolt with a trembling hand and opened the door. It was dark, and Shen Laoer didn't see the worry on his mother's face. At this moment, he was focused on the joy of opening the shop, so he hurried on.
return.
"Mom, is my father asleep?"
He grabbed Granny Zhang's hand with a look of eagerness, which made Granny Zhang even more panicked.
"I haven't slept yet. Didn't I just lie down...what happened over there that made you so anxious?"
Mrs. Zhang saw him almost unable to stand like this. Shen Laoer didn't notice it at all and just walked straight into the house.
"Good thing, I'll tell you when I come into the house!"
Shen Laoer supported Mrs. Zhang and walked into the house. Mrs. Zhang finally calmed down after hearing that she had good intentions. However, her legs were still weak at this moment. Shen Laoer was supporting her and her shoes almost fell off.
"Slow down, slow down, your father can still run away..."
"Hey, my son is in a hurry, isn't he?"
Shen Lao Er smiled naively and slowed down his pace. Although the movement between the two was not big, Mrs. Xu still heard it. When she came out dressed neatly, she saw Shen Lao Er who had just entered the inner courtyard.
"Ms. sir, you are back!"
"You're back, are you all asleep?"
Shen Laoer hadn't seen his wife for a few days, and he was thinking a lot about her. But his mother was by his side, so he didn't get close to her and only asked a few words verbally.
"Sleep, why are you back now? It's so dark and driving on the road is so dangerous..."
Mrs. Xu stepped forward to help support Mrs. Zhang and kept talking about him.
