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

Amei subconsciously glanced at Feng Yong and then said:

"Reported to the male king and the female king, the maid made another one of the printing machines, and the printed characters were much clearer than before, but I just didn't know if the talisman meets the male king's requirements..."

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

This woman just doesn't know the good hearts of people.

I just comforted you and said that there was no result on Amei.

Now you know you are wrong? It doesn’t matter if this girl slapped me in the face, it would 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.

"It's just that random printable thing? You really made it?"

Amei was a little unconfident. She looked at Feng Yong and said stutteringly: "The printed words are clear, but I don't know if they fit the male's wishes..."

Before she could finish her words, Guan Ji stood up suddenly, stepped forward in front of Feng Yong in one step, and pulled Feng Yong up.

At the same time, he said to Amei, "Hurry, take us to have a look!"

"Go back to the lady, it's too hot outside and it's hard to go out. My maid has already moved here."

Amei said quickly.

When Guan Ji heard this, she noticed that Amei had faint sweat on her hair.

"Let them move in quickly."

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

The basic materials are stylus, wax paper, steel plate, ink, printing table and other things.

Whether it is a stylus, steel plates, or printing tables, it is actually not difficult to make.

Even if you can't make it, there can be other substitutes.

After all, Han Zhongye, under the name of A Dou, has been closely related to himself since its inception.

Now that Zhang Xingyi is in contact again, it is just a matter of one sentence to create something.

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

These days, the quality of candles is so poor that they burn for a long time that they have to cut candle flowers. This is something that only wealthy families are qualified to use.

No one has ever seen wax paper before, but there are a lot of oil paper.

In order to make this wax paper, even the ones on the Huqiang School Guardian were placed in oil lamps, and the beeswax produced in the bee sites under Zhang Xingyi's name were handed over to the manufacturing bureau to waste.

Just because of this, Zhang Xingyi has been muttering to herself a lot.

Seeing Amei installing the mimeograph machine herself, Feng Yong recalled his youth in his previous life and felt a little moved, and couldn't help but itchy.

Install wax paper on the yarn frame, put white paper on the printing table, and finally press the yarn frame tightly, pick up the ink roller, and carefully brush it.

Finally, I lifted up the gauze frame and took out the white paper. I found that the font on it had been printed with neat craftsmanship, which was the Thousand-word Enlightenment Book of Fengfu's specialty.

Feng Yong couldn't help but laugh.

Guan Ji's head came over and her eyes were shining.

In the end, I couldn't satisfy myself and snatched the paper from Feng Yong's hand, and couldn't put it down: "With this kind of craft, the students in the world must remember Alang's goodness!"

"The words are still a little blurry."

Although the characters printed by mimeographs from later generations often have a bit of ink, generally speaking, as long as they are well printed, they are still clear.

Unlike now, there are always some vague burrs on the edge of this word.

This should be gauze, wax paper and ink or one of them is not satisfactory.

After hearing Feng Yong's words, Amei suddenly became a little nervous, "Since the male lord is not satisfied, then I will find a way."

"Don't listen to him!"

While holding the paper, Guan Ji finally appreciated enough and stopped the verbal saying: "Don't listen to him, that's enough!"

"In the past, people who had no books at home wanted to ask for knowledge, but didn't even have the chance to copy a book. Now? First, there are woodblock prints, and then there are mimeographs."

"Now, others beg us to borrow books and buy books, not us beg them to learn books."

Guan Ji carefully put down the paper, and her little face was full of pride:

"At first, how many people in Shu said that Alang was a clever word? Who dares to say that now? As long as they have been to Nanxiang to seek a book, who wouldn't say good things about Alang?"

"Cao Thief..." Feng Yong muttered, "I heard from those gossipers who went to Cao Thief to spy on intelligence that Cao Thief is proclaiming that I am a virtuous person and is not worthy of being a literati."

Cao Thief considered himself the orthodox world, and had a huge psychological advantage over the Han Dynasty in terms of civil and military affairs.

Otherwise, after Liu Bei's death, he would not have sent people to Sichuan to persuade Zhuge Lao Yao to surrender.

Unfortunately, in the battle of Longyou, the Han Dynasty beat Cao Wei to the point of turning.

In addition, in the past two years, the Han Dynasty has been constantly squeezing the land of Liangzhou, but Cao Wei can only stare at Guanzhong without any help.

It’s okay if you are suppressed in martial arts, but the few articles circulating from Shu in recent years are not only amazing works, but also have a vague trend of creating a new style of writing.

Cao Cao, Cao Pi and Cao Zhi created the Jian'an literary style and was one of the most complacent civilized governance in Cao Wei.

If the Han Dynasty caught up in this regard, then the statement that Cao Wei has always emphasized that he is the right person in the world is worth discussing.

So a few years ago, Feng Yong's articles were introduced to Wei, and it was still a sound of praise.

After all, the Great Wei has a broad mind.

However, after the Battle of Longyou, Feng Junhou's evaluation was getting worse every day.

I will never mention any magnificent articles, only saying that there is no moral character, and there is a certain quirk, but I am not a literati...

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

The articles written by Emperor Wu are ancient and straightforward, and the articles written by Emperor Wen are beautiful and generous. The articles written by King Dong'a (Cao Zhi was transferred to Donga in the seventh year of Jianxing) are even more derived from the national style.

They all follow the ancient texts and have an innovative style.

You are a clever person who is so mean, and you have no ancient poetry and essays and essays. What is your thing?

"That is a slanderous word from the thief, how can you believe it lightly?"

Guan Ji retorted bluntly, "Poetry and essays are the mind and mind. When Alang's writings are read, they make people feel straightforward and unable to control themselves. This is the beauty of poetry and essays."

"If it is to fall into the rules and follow the ancient monuments, and thus lose its original intention, and has a physical but no spirit, then it is at most just a craftsmanship text. What's the point of reading?"

When Feng Yong heard his wife's praise for him without any concealing her, he immediately laughed as if he had eaten magpie shit.

"Si Niang's secretariat needs this thing the most. Amei, please call Si Niang and let her see that her beeswax is not in vain."

Classic books are best printed with woodblocks, but various documents that are often modified such as official documents and test papers are the most convenient for manual mimeographers.

Otherwise, you can’t just let someone carve a page for a document, right?

How wasteful that?

Therefore, you still have to copy the official documents for your daily life.

With the formation of the school and martial arts hall, the taste of the three-year simulation and five-year college entrance examination should also be allowed for those children to taste it.

Thinking of this, Feng Tubi, who was full of malicious intentions, couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Guan Ji was unhappy when she heard this person’s first thought of Si Niang.

Seeing his vulgar smile again, his eyebrows were raised!

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

"Ouch!"

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

"Xijun, what are you doing? Say something if you have something to say..."

"Si Niang can use this thing, can I use it?"

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Chapter completed!