Just as the time when Guangzhou Liusihou was thinking about the situation, a group of visitors of different shapes were welcomed by the small river outside Guangzhou.

The oldest one with a blue shirt and wide robe was the missionary leader who was over 80 years old and still resolute but still funny, and the Annan scholar Qiu Huan, who followed the army to praise the law;

Then, no matter where you are, you always maintain a meticulous image, and look a bit good, Fan Chuo, who is now the head of the household;

The youngest one looks a bit elegant and handsome, but he is a faint sense of depression and frowning; he is Pi Rixiu, a former famous scholar (spy) who has recently been relaxed from his confinement;

Accompanied by Fan Zhuo and Qiu Huan, who were important officials of the left-behind department, they came to a workshop on the edge of the small river. Now, there are many emerging hydraulic workshops and workshops driven by huge water wheels and spindles near Guangzhou.

However, with the continuous jingling sounds of operation and mechanism rotation all day long, the roar of impact, and many dirty streams of varying colors flowed into the rivers along the ditches and pools, making the color of the water near the shore a little colorful.

It is not surprising to these knowledgeable people. You should know that before this, various water wheels, water dragons, water mills have frequently appeared in the folk applications; but no one has thought that it could replace a large amount of manpower through a more delicate and compact structure.

This time they came to a relatively special workshop. If they got closer, they could smell the smell of heavy carbon ink mixed with castor oil; if they got closer, they could smell the fishy smell of pig iron and paper heated up.

After entering the hall, the noisy voices and strong smells of hot wind came to me, and the rushing round were like small buildings, carrying many large and large wheel hub rotating rods. The worker and craftsman who looked solemn and serious, all showed that this was a workshop that used water power to print.

"Baby, this is what I want to call you to see recently..."

And Qiu Huan, who had been helping Pi Rixiu on the road, rarely held his face and said seriously.

"If you have any ideas or thoughts, just ask questions..."

However, Pi Rixiu opened his mouth wide and lost his voice on the spot. Although he had had the experience of establishing a bookstore and a printing workshop in his early years and was regretful, he just asked a senior woodworker to carve some woodblocks and then imprinted them on the paper with the raised bluestone ink. But he had never seen such a scene where hundreds of people ran around and operated huge mechanisms at the same time.

"What's the name?"

It took him a while to come to his senses and pointing at a whole plaque of things that were taken off from the shelves of the four-wall corridors.

"Mr., this is a movable type made of lead and copper casting,"

The other party stopped for a moment and responded without time to think.

"Just just arrange it in sequence in the groove bed of the printer, it is the corresponding article for printing...

Of course, the threshold for trying movable type printing in the entire era is not as troublesome as most later generations think; in fact, in the earlier era, some mud-burned pottery movable type used to repair and carved versions were unearthed. It was only for a long time that ancient people tried tin movable type, wood movable type, copper movable type, lead movable type, mud movable type, etc. in the materials for movable type layout, so that they determined that the more durable copper and lead alloy movable type were more durable.

"Is this grate oil?"

Then Pi Rixiu noticed that the ink they used was also unusual. It looked sticky and oily and filled in a special leaking bucket on the high-level of the machine, and slowly flowed along the guide groove to the thick roller, and then evenly wiped off by horizontal brushing, and then lowered and rolled on the plates of those layers.

"As the gentleman said, the ink character with grate oil is very good to attach to paper, but it is not easy to be stained and lightened. It is just a little drying afterwards."

Then Pi Rixiu paid attention to a detail here. Although there are many people running here, in fact, the hydraulically driven rotary wheel printing machine only takes three or five workers to take turns to take care of it, replenish ink and feed materials every once in a while, and clean it up; a single machine can print out tens of thousands of pages of book work continuously for twelve hours a day.

If dozens of racks of machines are started at the same time in a printing workshop, plus those type-type machines that lift and lower the shelves, it is no problem to print hundreds or thousands of book books every day.

After all, most books in the entire era are still quite concise, unlike the most complex and thoughtful large-scale works that are often filled with long and long discussions in later generations. In this way, once they are formed in a sufficient scale, the cost of books originally sold and circulated on the market can be reduced to one-sixth to one-tenth of the original.

You should know that although there have been some woodblock printing in this era, the price of books is still relatively high and the source is limited, so many people have to prepare to copy them by themselves if they want to study. This will also be an important advantage and profit point under the rule of the rebel regime. Soon, a large ship docked on the river, breaking the orderly sounds here again.

The crowds who became busy with the sound of the whistle loaded and unloaded truckloads of ink and bundles of new paper from the ship; among them were high-end mulberry paper, cheap and rough jute paper; there were also clear hydrated pine smoke ink with familiar smells, and oily pyrene ink.

It's like feeding an invisible gluttonous monster that is not full at all. Then it becomes a cart from the other end. It has been bound and has a thick blank with a cut and left with rough edges. As long as the cover and foreskin are pasted, it will be a genuine new book.

But compared to Pi Rixiu, after the initial shock and impulse, something followed was a feeling of mixed feelings but even disgusting; he could imagine that once this thing was widely circulated, people would be crazy and chased by it; especially those scholars who were poor and short of money.

But why is this kind of thing that is beneficial to the country and the people that is well-written and famous for later generations always unused to the court, but appears in the hands of these thieves who kill officials and rebel and persecute powerful families and aristocratic families as commonplace? Is it true that the current dynasty is really a sign of the absence of destiny, or is it time for those ancient aristocratic races who have consistently mastered the teachings of teaching and teaching the Tao to truly face the period of great changes in the world?

He could even imagine that after such cheap books were spread, these so-called propositions and principles that were originally similar to the distorted sayings, and since then they have got rid of the limitations of word-of-mouth fallacies and deviations, and have truly had the basis and premise for forming corresponding thoughts and speech paths among the people. He could even imagine the poor scholars who were struggling with hunger and suffering and lack a way to progress, and what kind of response and conjunction would arise when they saw these evil words books.

The young and strong and children who had been forced to receive rough texts and taught in Tunzhuang could easily understand and accept the heresy of the thief by relying on these books. Instead of being limited by the way of teaching by the past masters and disciples, the teaching methods of teaching by private words and deeds were easily conspired, creating a large number of blind followers who naturally accepted and supported the principles of the thief.

In addition, the lectures that the thieves are being organized, once they learn to become the use of thieves in the future, it is simply cutting off the roots and influence of the old government and no longer interested in the foundation of the court. To look deeper in the long run, it is also cutting down and digging out the aristocratic families who claim to preach the scriptures and study as their family business, and rely on their advantages in their careers and teaching.

Although he was deeply evil about the practice of those aristocratic families controlling their knowledge and monopolizing the path to success, when he thought of these prospects and possibilities of "sweeping the floor with politeness" and "despised the holy words", he still couldn't help but feel negative emotions such as chilling, loss and emptiness.

"Pizi, you still think they are just humble and despicable, don't you know the thief who day and night..."

In the end, what he couldn't walk in his mind was the meaningful words that left behind when Qiu Huan was leaving.

"Maybe the destiny of the Tang Dynasty for 300 years is about to be fully reached..."

Pi Rixiu's surprise and shock have accumulated without any release. After a long night of tossing and sighing, he was taken to the harbor by the sea again without knowing it. After seeing a person tremblingly walking down from the boat with his own eyes, he suddenly felt like he was triggered.

"Brother Lu Wang?!!!!!! Is it you, Brother Lu Wang?"

Lu Guimeng, who was not a different name from Lu Wang, did not expect that after he fell into the hands of Wang Sanlun, the "poisonous viper" who claimed to be "biting a bite into the bones", he would have another day of seeing the light of day in his life. He thought that his ending would slowly die of illness in prison in Suzhou, but suddenly one day he was taken out and sent to Hangzhou by car.

Then he gradually realized that what he could get out of the cruel official Wang Sanlun was the face and means of Dong Chang, a great hero in Hangzhou. However, as something that had been swallowed up by the governor Wang, the property that had been confiscated, including the property of the land, houses, and property were impossible to come back.

His tribe and relatives were also exiled and fled; Fuli Township, the vast and prosperous Lujia Village under Guzhu Mountain, was scattered in a blink of an eye, and only his old bones were left.

However, what surprised him was that Dong Chang, who had freed him, had no intention of meeting or evading him. Instead, he left him in a difficult mood for three or four days to cultivate, and then sent a large sea boat to sail.

After he came all the way over on the boat in a daze, he was already in the Guangzhou Port City, which was trapped in the hands of thieves. This made him inexplicably and inexplicably at a loss. Who was so busy trying to concoct and torture him?

When he saw the other person waiting on the pier, Lu Guimeng had been in a state of confusion and doubt that had been trapped in his heart, and it broke out as if he had suddenly resolved. This was said to have committed a thief and had opened his eyes to him to implicate his old friend and close friend.

"Shi Mei, Shi Mei, you are so sorry for me..."

However, the thoughts and verbal words accumulated by Lu Guimeng's mouth could only turn into a loud sigh:

And a person who had just walked down in the distance was also looking at this scene with interesting curiosity.
Chapter completed!