Li Daoxuan set up a small bench, picked up the dry-pot chicken offal delivered by the deliveryman, and started to watch the craftsmen printing books while eating.
They first prepared a wooden frame as big as the "book page", then stuffed the wooden blocks with reverse-carved characters into the wooden frame one by one, and put them together, and finally filled the entire frame.
Then apply ink on these wooden blocks and spread it evenly.
Finally, he took out a piece of paper and slapped it on top.
Peeling off the paper, a page of printed paper appeared in front of him.
Wang Xiucai rushed over, picked up the page with both hands, and laughed out loud without caring that the ink was still dry: "It's printed, it's finally printed, the first page of "Chinese Pinyin", it's great, Print it quickly, print it quickly, print the whole book of heaven quickly."
The two printers who had just been abducted from the county had confused faces. The new owner was a little crazy, but forget it, who asked the new owner to give him so much? Just work hard for him and that would be it.
Print it!
"Dong Weng, how many copies of this page need to be printed?"
The number of copies printed represents how many books need to be published.
Mr. Wang said: "Print fifty volumes first..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Gao Yiye next to him said: "The Heavenly Lord has ordered that the first batch be printed with a thousand copies."
"Scared?" Mr. Wang was startled, and quickly raised his head and bowed his head in the air: "Tianzun, there are less than twenty students in the academy now, so printing fifty volumes is enough. A thousand volumes might be a bit... ..."
Li Daoxuan: "After one page of this letterpress is printed, it must be dismantled and then reassembled for the second page, right?"
After Gao Yiye relayed it, the two printers hurriedly said: "Yes, our letter blocks are limited and must be reused. After the first page is printed, the letterpress must be dismantled and the layout of the second page must be reassembled."
Li Daoxuan: "Once the edition is dismantled, it would be troublesome to reprint the first page and have to rearrange the edition again, so I printed more than a thousand copies the first time, so as not to have to rearrange the format again when there are not enough books later. "
The two printers didn't know who Tianzun was, and they didn't know that Tianzun liked to play with big things. After hearing Gao Yiye's story, the two couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "If you print a thousand copies and you can't use them, By wasting a lot of paper and ink, Dong Weng will lose money."
Mr. Wang heard the mutterings of the two people and couldn't help but be happy: "You two actually know how to save us money. Don't worry, Tianzun never considers saving words in what he wants to do. He just needs to open it." Hey, let alone a thousand copies, just print a hundred thousand copies."
Two people: "???"
The two of them were confused when they heard Gao Yiye say: "Tian Zun has ordered that ten additional labor reform prisoners be sent to assist the papermaker in making paper. As for the ink, Tian Zun will give the divine ink."
Everyone bowed respectfully, except for the two new printers who were confused and didn't know what to do.
The engraver ran into the yard and placed a large wooden basin on the ground that was bigger than a bathtub. Then, a huge black water droplet suddenly fell from the sky. With a few clicks, the large wooden basin was filled to the full.
The strong fragrance of ink spreads immediately.
Gao Yiye: "Okay, let's start printing, a thousand copies!"
Two printers: "..."
Then print it!
The two printers received generous "artisan-level basic wages" and began to work hard.
First print a thousand copies of the first page, then dismantle the letterpress, find new word blocks, re-typesetting and combination, make the second page, and then print a thousand copies of the second page. Repeat this operation, which takes a lot of time. After several days, all one thousand inner pages were finally printed.
The thick paper is then dyed blue, made into a book cover, and bound with cotton thread.
Zhengzheng, a thousand copies of "Hanyu Pinyin" were printed.
Mr. Wang held the brand-new "Book of Heaven" and was so proud that he couldn't help but recite a poem: "The wild man came down to tell the Book of Heaven, and there were red clouds holding the jade tower."
Of course this poem was not written by him, but he recited a poem written by someone else.
"Hahaha, let the children come and get a copy, one copy for each person, hahaha."
Li Daoxuan saw it interestingly and couldn't help but put his hand into the box and hung it in front of Gao Yiye: "Yiye, take a book and put it in my hand."
Gao Yiye hurriedly obeyed, took a copy of "Hanyu Pinyin", stepped on it, and carefully placed it on Li Daoxuan's fingertips. When placing the book, her small hand accidentally touched Li Daoxuan's giant hand. , I couldn’t help but think to myself: Ah, I touched Tianzun’s hand again.
Thinking that he had once pretended to be "Mrs. Li", he blushed and secretly cursed himself for being too disrespectful.
Li Daoxuan took out his hand and saw a small book on his fingertips.
It’s only a few millimeters in size!
I didn't dare to pick it up with my fingers, for fear that the paper would be wrinkled if I pinched it.
He had no choice but to carefully place his fingers flat on the table. When he tilted them, the book slipped from his fingertips and was placed on his computer table. He picked up the magnifying glass in his left hand and the thinnest tweezers in his right hand. With gentle hands, I picked up the book cover and opened it...
Under the magnifying glass, there were lines of Chinese pinyin annotations, which made me laugh to death, "This thing is so funny." Li Daoxuan also said happily: "Okay, let's try selling it."
He took photos of himself turning over books with tweezers and reading with a magnifying glass. He then took a few ultra-close high-definition macro photos of small books, beautified them, uploaded them to a certain website, and wrote the following text: "Extreme Miniature technology, 1:200 "Chinese Pinyin" textbook, a miniature book that subverts your cognition, you can turn the pages...
As for the price, just call 888888! I just like the number 8 more.
After the prank, attention turned back to the box.
At this time, Thirty-Two was giving out heavy rewards to several craftsmen. He knew Tianzun's temperament. Once the craftsmen completed a certain work, they must reward them heavily, very heavily, like now.
Thirty-Two shook his head and said: "The papermaker has hairy legs, and for his merit in printing books, he will be rewarded with fifty catties of pork, ten catties of sugar, and two catties of salt."
Luo Shanmao was overjoyed: "Thank you, Heavenly Lord."
"The engraver and printer will also be rewarded with fifty pounds of pork, ten pounds of sugar, and two pounds of salt."
This was the first time for the two new printers to hear such a terrifying reward. The fifty pounds of pork almost scared them so much that they almost flew up. The latter two were even more terrifying. Those were sugar and salt. A reward of ten or two pounds? Oh my god.
“It’s great to feel like a craftsman for the first time.”
"Now I can pay a craftsman's salary for several years."
"Being a craftsman seems to have a bright future here."
"Ah, I really hope that Heavenly Lord will give us something to do again."
Li Daoxuan thought to himself: Isn’t it easy to do things? I'm afraid you won't do anything.
He smiled and opened his mobile phone. There were various primary school textbooks prepared on it, especially mathematics. They were very important and he could start working on them now.
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