Then she asked Amei with a kind face, "But what's the matter?"

Amei glanced at Feng Yong subconsciously, and then said:

"I would like to thank you, Mr. and Mrs., for that printing press, my servant has made another one. The printed words are much clearer than before. I just don't know if the talisman meets the requirements of Mr. Jun..."

The corner of Feng Yong's mouth twitched and he glanced at Guan Ji, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

This woman just doesn't know a good heart.

Just now I comforted you by saying that there was nothing accomplished on Mei's side.

Do you know you are wrong now? It doesn’t matter if this girl hits me in the face, it will be bad if it hits you...

Guan Ji didn't notice Feng Yong's eyes at all because she was already attracted by Amei's words.

"Is it that random printing thing? Did you really make it?!"

Amei was a little unsure. She looked at Feng Yong and muttered: "The printed words are quite clear, but I don't know if they suit the gentleman's wishes..."

Guan Ji didn't wait for her to finish her words, she stood up suddenly, stepped in front of Feng Yong with her long legs, and pulled Feng Yong up.

At the same time, he said to Amei, "Quick, take us to see it!"

"Back to Nu Jun, it's too hot outside to go out. My maid has already asked people to move here."

Amei said quickly.

When Guan Ji heard this, she noticed the faint sweat on Amei's hair.

"Let them move in quickly."

The so-called printing press is actually a manual mimeograph machine.

The basic materials are stylus, wax paper, steel plate, ink, printing table, etc.

Whether it's a stylus, a steel plate, or a printing table, it's actually not difficult to make.

Even if it can't be done, there are other alternatives.

After all, Hanzhongye, which is owned by Adou, has been closely related to him since its establishment.

Now that I have a relationship with Zhang Xingyi, if I want to create something, it is just a matter of one sentence.

The key is that there is no qualified wax paper and ink.

These days, the quality of candles is extremely poor. They burn for a long time and have to be cut off. This is something only wealthy people are entitled to use.

No one has ever seen wax paper, but there is quite a lot of oil paper.

In order to make this wax paper, oil lamps are now even lit in the residence of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, and the beeswax produced in the apiary under Zhang Xingyi's name has been handed over to the Manufacturing Bureau for waste.

Just because of this matter, Zhang Xingyi often murmured to herself.

Watching Amei install the mimeograph machine herself, Feng Yong recalled his youthful days in his previous life, sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but feel itchy hands.

Place the wax paper on the gauze frame and place the white paper on the printing table. Finally, press the gauze frame down tightly, pick up the ink roller, and brush it carefully.

Finally, I lifted up the gauze frame and took out the white paper. I found that it had been printed with neat fonts, and the content was the Thousand-Character Inscription, a specialty of Feng Mansion.

Feng Yong couldn't help laughing.

Guan Ji's head came closer, her eyes shining brightly.

In the end, he couldn't get enough of it, so he snatched the paper from Feng Yong's hand and couldn't put it down: "With such skills, all the students in the world will remember Alang's excellence!"

"The words are still a little blurry."

Although the words printed by the mimeograph machines of later generations often have a little bit of ink, generally speaking, as long as they are printed well, they are still clear.

Unlike now, there are always some faint burrs on the edges of this word.

This should be due to the screen, wax paper and ink, or one of them is not satisfactory.

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Amei suddenly became nervous, "Since the gentleman is not satisfied, then I will think of another way."

"Don't listen to him!"

While holding the paper, Guan Ji finally had enough appreciation and stopped talking: "Don't listen to him, this is enough!"

"In the past, people who didn't have books at home wanted to learn and didn't even have the chance to copy a book. But now? First there were engravings to print books, and then there was this mimeograph."

"Now it is others begging us to borrow and buy books, not us begging them to learn."

Guan Ji carefully put down the paper, with a look of pride on her face:

"At first, how many people in Shu said that Alang was a clever talker? Who dares to say that now? As long as they are students who have gone to Nanxiang to study, who doesn't say good things for Alang?"

"Thief Cao..." Feng Yong muttered, "I heard from the rangers who went to Thief Cao to spy on Thief Cao that Thief Cao was spreading the word that I am an immoral person and unworthy of being a scholar."

Cao Cao considered himself to be the orthodox man in the world, and he had a huge psychological advantage over the Han Dynasty in terms of civil and martial arts.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent people to Shu to persuade the old demon Zhuge to surrender after Liu Bei's death.

It is a pity that in the battle at Longyou, the Han Dynasty beat Cao Wei until his head was covered and turned around.

In addition, in the past two years, the Han Dynasty has continued to squeeze the land of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei could only stare at Guanzhong, with no choice.

Even though martial arts has been suppressed, several articles that have been circulated from Shu in recent years are not only shocking works, but also have a vague tendency to create a new style of writing.

Cao Cao, Cao Pi, and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an literary style, which was one of the most proud literary styles of Cao Wei.

If the Han Dynasty catches up again in this regard, then Cao Wei's statement that he is the righteous one in the world will become questionable.

Therefore, a few years ago, when Feng Yong's articles were introduced to the Wei Dynasty, there was still a lot of praise.

After all, Wei Dynasty had a broad mind.

Unexpectedly, after the Battle of Longyou, Feng Junhou's evaluation became worse day by day.

No more mention of beautiful articles, only talk about poor moral character and some weird habits, so you are not a literati...

Since he is not a literati, can the articles he wrote also be called articles?

Emperor Wu's writing was ancient and straight, Emperor Wen's writing was beautiful, and the articles written by King Dong'a (Cao Zhi moved to Dong'a in the seventh year of Jianxing) were even more derived from the national style.

All of them follow the traces of ancient texts and are innovative.

You are a clever talker, but what you write has no ancient poetry or rhythm at all. What the hell do you think you are?

"Those are slanderous words from a thief. How can we believe them lightly?"

Guan Ji retorted unceremoniously, "Those who compose poetry have their own aspirations. Reading Alang's articles makes people feel straight and can't help themselves. This is the beauty of poetry."

"If it is to follow the rules and follow the ancient monuments, thus losing the original meaning and becoming tangible but without spirit, it will be nothing more than craftsman's writing. What's the point of reading it?"

After hearing his mother-in-law's unabashed praise of him, Feng Yong immediately smiled as if he had eaten magpie excrement.

"Six Niang's secretariat needs this thing the most. Amei, ask someone to call Si Niang and let her see that her beeswax was not in vain."

Classic books are best printed with woodblock printing, but for various official documents, test papers and other documents that are frequently changed, a manual mimeograph machine is most convenient.

Otherwise, you can't just ask someone to engrave a page for an official document, right?

How wasteful is that?

Therefore, official documents still have to be copied by a special person.

With the formation of schools and martial arts halls, these three years of simulation and five years of college entrance examination should also give those children a taste.

Thinking of this, Feng Tubiao, who was full of malice, couldn't help but reveal an evil smile.

When Guan Ji heard this person, the first thing she thought of was Siniang, and she felt unhappy.

Seeing his wretched smile again, my eyebrows immediately stood up!

"Bah! Feng Mingwen, you are so brave!"

"Ouch!"

Feng Junhou was caught off guard and seemed to hear the sound of "rattling" bones in his body.

"Xijun, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please tell me..."

"Sister Four can use this thing, but I can't?"

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(ps: Don’t rush Xiaosi and the idiots anymore. The 5,000-word chapter that took me a day and a night to write was just a matter of the two of them talking about something on the couch at night. It only lasted one night. They were killed by the mythical beast early in the morning.
Chapter completed!