Bi Zhaosheng had been living without food and salt for several days, relying only on wine to survive. Liang Chuan said that he had a way, and he immediately became energetic. For no other reason than to look at the great monk next to him who was nourishing himself with large amounts of wine.
Hongyi's humble appearance before was no better than his own, but now it is more prosperous. His Poyuetai Temple has almost caught up with the Yuehua Restaurant in Qingyuan County. Not only does it have more pilgrims, but its size is also slowly increasing. The land is getting bigger, so what kind of Arhat Hall should be built now? Things are not what they used to be.
Bi Zhaosheng gained strength, and then he remembered that he was so hungry that his chest was touching his back. Picking up chopsticks, the two of them seemed to be fighting over the food and enjoyed the meal.
"Lao Bi, I'll help you solve your problem. Miss Zheng needs to find a shop in Yikan, so why don't you help me?"
"Whatever Sanlang said, helping me with this matter is equivalent to a new favor. I am willing to carry your shoes and pour water for you. Tomorrow I will ask my father to go around and ask. There are many shops in Chengtian Alley now. Don’t worry about not being able to rent it.”
Bi Zhaosheng kept his posture extremely low, with an apologetic smile on his face. This was forced out of desperation. Fortunately, Liang Chuan was easy to talk to and would not threaten him to do anything difficult because of this.
There are three gangs of good men, and Liang Chuan also used this meal to form gangs. This Bi Zhaosheng sold him a huge favor, and he didn't have to worry about whether he would return it to him in the future.
The next day Liang Chuan went to Bi Zhaosheng's printing shop. Dad Bi went out early to take Zheng Ruoying to find the shop. If the shop can't be run away, the main thing is to contact the owner of the shop, which will take a little effort, not to mention that Zheng Ruoying is not familiar with them here, so it is convenient to have someone with them for everything.
Bi Zhaosheng summoned the two old masters together. Bi Zhaosheng looked particularly energetic today. He had changed from the decadence of the previous few days. The house was well organized, obviously waiting for Liang Chuan's instructions.
"Sanlang, I'm waiting for you."
The two old masters knew that their shop was struggling to survive. They didn't worry about having nowhere to go. They just had some friendship with Father Bi and couldn't bear to leave alone when their father and son were in despair. If possible, they would like to spend time with the Bi family and his son. Get through this difficulty.
Bi Zhaosheng was extremely excited when he came back yesterday, saying that Liang Chuan had a solution. Today I saw that this young man was not the young man next door. Nothing was sold in the store and he was just idle all day long. What could he do? I couldn't help but feel anxious again.
"Lao Bi, where are the scrap carvings that you saved from your home?"
"Sanlang, come with me."
In the warehouse of Bi Zhaosheng's house, there are countless Ziban boards, each piece is black, all of which have been carved and stored in the past. When the pieces are stacked up, it looks like a vast sea of shock like the Sutra Pavilion.
"so much!"
Bi Zhaosheng felt a little emotional, the most valuable and the least valuable are these finished carved boards. These carved boards are valuable. The cultural value inside and the price of reprinting are immeasurable. Some of the boards are inexhaustible and cannot be bought on the market. It's worth noting that if these boards are left like this every day, they are no better than firewood.
Liang Chuan thought to himself, only one of these boards has been passed down to future generations, and they are all the treasures of a museum. What a treasure. These books are all out of print and will not be available to future generations, and none of them are tightly hidden.
"This is only part of it. A book requires many panels. Just to store these panels, our Bi family has many rooms in the alley behind Chengtian Lane. Just to store these panels takes up a lot of space."
"How long have you been storing these? Will they attract insects?"
"Hehe... This kind of board is also used to make coffins... What do you think? Some of them can't be found on the market, and others are reluctant to take them out. They either dig graves to find ancient books, or... they have to come to us, us But it’s a ‘coffin board’, haha”
Liang Chuan rolled his eyes, "Well, coffin makers either feel that they will be promoted or that they are unlucky." . .
"There are so many. It's really informative. Just buying these boards costs a lot of money."
"That's natural. These have been saved from generation to generation. Even if you sell boards, you can sell them for a lot of money now. A board originally cost nearly a hundred cents, and it costs dozens or hundreds of boards at a time. This It’s all money!”
Liang Chuan clicked his tongue and said, "It's a lot of cost. No wonder you are getting poorer and poorer as you do this business." All the money was spent on the coffin board, it would be strange not to be poor.
"Lao Bi, keep the new boards first, pick out the old boards, and try to pick out those boards with different engravings."
"Do you want the words on it to be different? How many dollars do you want?"
"Yes! The common words we use above are enough. You don't need too many! It's better to choose those boards that are common on the market and are also available in other people's homes. They are not very precious."
"Sanlang, please rest first and drink some tea. I'll be back as soon as I can."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bi Zhaosheng took the two masters and left immediately. After a long time, a man came back panting carrying several pieces of Ziban slabs. The two old masters scolded their mothers, why are they taking out these boards that have been stored for decades or hundreds of generations and are almost older than their coffin boards?
Bi Zhaosheng didn't know what the purpose of these boards was. They had not been used a few times in decades, and the books had not been reprinted. They seemed to be disposable items.
Liang Chuan waited for a long time, looking at these boards that were older than him, and said with some pity: "Saw all these boards!"
What? The three of them were stunned. Why should they painstakingly preserve these Ziban slabs? Just because they thought they were precious and had been preserved for decades, they just sawed them off like this?
"Sawed?"
Bi Zhaosheng was afraid that he heard wrongly, so he asked again.
"It's sawing, not for firewood. You have to saw carefully, the spacing between words should be even, and every word should be sawed out!"
The two masters looked at Bi Zhaosheng blankly. They did not dare to listen to Liang Chuan on this matter and could only let Bi Zhaosheng, the boss, make the decision.
Bi Zhaosheng's heart was bleeding, this was the inheritance of the family line. We are currently surrounded by enemies on all sides. If we can't pass this level, these Ziban boards will be useless.
Bi Zhaosheng looked at Liang Chuan, who had a determined look on his face, and then looked at the two masters who had been with him for many years, and they looked confused. Finally, he looked at his Ziban board, closed his eyes, sighed, and said feebly: "Saw it..."
The two old masters were still standing there. Bi Zhaosheng calmed down, walked to the sawing table, picked up the saw himself, and followed what Liang Chuan said. After a while, the Zi board turned into blocks of words, like a seal.
It's over, it's all beginning to destroy the ancestral property. The two old masters lamented in their hearts, what can they say since they are outsiders, and then they began to saw the Ziban slabs.
Bi Zhaosheng was almost crying while sawing these pieces of Ziban slabs, his eyes were red but he was trying not to let the tears flow down. He silently vowed that if he could make a comeback one day, he would carve out a few more boards.
Liang Chuan looked at the tragic look of the three of them. As for it, it's not a treasonous thing. He couldn't bear to part with a few boards. People need to know how to adapt. This is an extraordinary period.
When Father Bi came back from outside, he saw three people sawing the old Ziban boards and shouted in shock: "What are you doing, you bastard?"
Liang Chuan finally saw them working. If this old man stepped in and gave up halfway, then he would be a bad guy.
Liang Chuan got in front of the old man, stopped him, and changed the subject: "How did Father Bi see the shop today?"
"Let's not talk about this in advance. Zhao Sheng, what are you doing? Stop it."
The two masters stopped as soon as they heard this, and Bi Zhaosheng lowered his head and continued sawing.
"I asked them to saw it."
"Sanlang, you..."
"The old man cannot be destroyed or established. If the old does not go away, the new will not come in. This is just a temporary expedient. Don't get excited. Sit down and drink some tea to calm down."
Liang Chuan calmed down the excited Father Bi and said, "Don't worry, old man, if I can't help your Bi family with this method, I will pay you whatever the price of these boards is."
Father Bi said sadly: "Sanlang is not interested in money, hey..." The old man turned his head to the side in annoyance, keeping his eyes out of sight.
After working for a long time, these carved boards finally turned into small pieces of fonts from one large piece. Because they are all sawn from the original Zizi board with similar standards, these fonts are exactly the same, even the size of the fonts is similar.
"Please, two masters, please cut off the fonts from the new ziban boards and re-engrav them according to the words on the engraved boards in the book you ordered to be printed. Do you understand what I mean?"
The two masters nodded, knowing what Liang Chuan meant, but they didn't know Liang Chuan's intentions, but they just followed the instructions.
"Lao Bi, come with me and bring some boards."
Bi Zhaosheng took a few boards and followed Liang Chuan out.
"Where are we going?"
"Go to the carpenter's shop."
"What are you doing in the carpenter's shop?"
"The printing method I teach you is called movable type printing. Remember it, your name may become famous in history."
Bi Zhaosheng couldn't understand what Liang Chuan was talking about. What would make him famous in history? My grandfather and great-grandfather are much better at craftsmanship than I am, and people are dying and losing their reputation. How do you want to leave a name in history with just a few pounds?
"I don't expect to leave a name. If I can preserve my ancestor's property for a hundred years, I will be worthy of them."
“People have to have dreams, what if they come true?”
