In the middle of the night, I'm hungry and want to eat barbecue, but I can't eat much by myself, and I can't meet the minimum delivery price for takeout (our minimum delivery price for barbecue here is 40).
In the early morning, as soon as Li Daoxuan got up, he found an extra line of words on the box, "Wangjiacun."
Huh? When did this line of writing come out?
Could it be after getting drunk yesterday?
Yesterday, the whole Gaojia Village was drinking and celebrating, as lively as a festival. The villagers who drank to their heart's content danced and refused to sleep even after dark. They lit a big fire outside the village, and a group of little people danced around the fire.
Li Daoxuan, who had never drank alcohol, couldn't help but pour himself a few glasses of beer to have fun with the people. After the fun, he wanted to try what Wuliangye tasted like. As a result, he got high after drinking it and couldn't remember much of what happened next. clear.
Now when I got up, I found that the rescue index on the box had increased a bit, and at the same time, there was an extra line on the box with the word "Wangjia Village".
It seems that last night the field of view expanded a few miles and included Wangjiacun. Who was rescued? Not sure, whatever. As long as I don't care about the saving index, no one can force me to roll.
Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand and clicked on the three words "Wangjiacun", and his perspective jumped over. What he saw was a village twice the size of Gaojiacun, but most of the thatched houses in the village were burned down. The entire village A desolation.
If you guessed correctly, this should be the village where Wang Er led the uprising. Most of the villagers in Wangjia Village left with Wang Er, and only a few families went to Gaojia Village.
Li Daoxuan let out a long sigh, took out a medical atomizer, and started spraying it over Wangjiacun.
Then I ordered a takeaway oil tea, washed my face and gargled my mouth, and after finishing all the errands that I should do in the morning, the oil tea was delivered, and I sat down next to the landscaping box with a paper bowl in hand.
After spraying the mist for half an hour, the surface of the land in Wangjiacun was basically very moist, and no longer looked like the miserable cracked loess.
Retract the atomizer and switch the perspective back to Gaojiacun.
Today's Gaojia Village is not as lively as usual in the early morning. It seems that many people are still hungover. People are often tired on the second day of the carnival.
However, "Xuejing" is operating normally as usual.
The children had finished their morning exercises, drank goat's milk, sat in rows, and started reading aloud.
Even Mr. Bai joined in. He had already completed the basic introductory textbooks, but in terms of Chinese Pinyin, Mr. Bai was still a novice, so Mr. Wang had to give him special Pinyin lessons.
Li Daoxuan turned on his mobile phone, looked at several ideological guidance books that had been prepared, and sighed: It's a little early to show these children now, they have to wait, there is no rush.
Just as he thought of this, a craftsman quickly ran into the learning well, holding a pile of small wooden blocks in his hand, and shouted excitedly to Mr. Wang: "Sir, the little man has carved the pinyin, and I would like to ask you to take a look."
Mr. Wang was overjoyed: “Take it and take a look.”
It turned out that the craftsman was the engraver from last time, and what he was holding was a small wooden block used for printing.
The Ming Dynasty had already begun to use "movable type printing", which carved commonly used Chinese characters on small wooden blocks. When needed, these wooden blocks were put together in a small wooden frame, and a page could be printed by covering it on paper.
The craftsman has now carved the pinyin letters. He dipped a little ink on the wooden block, and then stamped it on the paper with force. "Pop", just like a seal, the pinyin letter "a" was stamped on the paper. .
Mr. Wang was overjoyed: "Very good, this one is A, what about the others? Cover them all and I will check them all."
The craftsman picked up other wooden blocks and "crackled" them, and all the pinyin letters were covered on the paper.
Mr. Wang checked the letter one by one and couldn't help being ecstatic: "Great, every one of them is correct. You really didn't brag and did your work carefully.
The craftsman couldn't help but feel happy when he was praised.
Mr. Wang: "Can we print the magical book "Hanyu Pinyin" now?"
He was quite excited in his heart. This was the divine language of the heaven taught by Tianzun. Once it was printed into a book, it would be equivalent to holding the heavenly book in hand and teaching it to other children, which would be 'carrying on the unique knowledge for the saints'. This was the lifelong vision of a scholar.
The engraver shook his head in a little embarrassment: "Sorry, we only have these letters, and we can't print books yet. I have to carve common characters."
This sentence made Mr. Wang wake up!
If in the city, the craftsmen only need to carve the pinyin letters, and then use the engravings of commonly used Chinese characters that have been made in advance to print books immediately. However, Gaojiacun is still blank in the printing industry. Not only the pinyin letters have to be carved again , even all commonly used characters have to be re-engraved.
This progress cannot be accelerated even if it is accelerated.
"Alas!" Mr. Wang held his head, feeling a little depressed: "You are just an engraver. It will take you at least many days to carve all the commonly used characters."
The engraver was also embarrassed: "There are too few villains... I can't find anyone to help. I'm really sorry. Please give me more time."
When the two of them were talking about this, Mr. Bai, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, suddenly stood up: "This is a trivial matter."
The two of them were shocked and looked back at Mr. Bai.
Mr. Bai chuckled and said: "Send someone to go to the county town and buy Chengcheng Bookstore, right? Then we will move all the commonly used calligraphy blocks that have been carved in the bookstore to Gaojiacun, and prepare them with Once the pinyin engraving is carved by this master, printing can begin immediately."
Damn it, I woke up the dreamer with just one word.
Mr. Wang and the engraver were stunned at the same time. It turned out that it could still be done like this.
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but laugh, yes! Why has no one thought about this road before? oh! Understood! Most of the talented people in Gaojiacun came from humble backgrounds. The limited scholars like Thirty-Two, Mr. Wang, and Master Tan all came from among the poor.
The living environment will solidify a person's thinking when solving problems. They all prefer "I will work hard" rather than "I will spend money to solve the problem."
Now that Mr. Bai is here, there is one more way to solve the problem.
Mr. Wang said happily: "Mr. Bai, this job belongs to you."
"Me? I can't do it." Mr. Bai spread his hands and said a little regretfully: "I am a thirteen-year-old child. If I go to a bookstore, people will pull me out with a big hand."
Everyone is thinking: You are the son of Baijiabao. Who else but your mother would dare to slap you with a big bag?
However, it is indeed a bit strange for a half-year-old child to go shopping in a bookstore.
Even if the original owner didn't dare to slap him, they didn't dare to talk about this business.
After all, it still has to be done by adults.
Mr. Bai raised his hands to Mr. Wang and said: "Sir, you are a scholar. You must have bought books at Chengcheng Bookstore before. The owner of the bookstore should recognize you. If you just make up a reason for getting rich, and bring a sum of It is a reasonable thing to use the money to buy a bookstore. This business is the easiest to negotiate with you."
Mr. Wang was stunned: "Huh? That makes sense."
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