Farmer of Shu Han

"Try to engrave another one in Yangwen."

Looking at the blurred words on the paper, Feng Yong frowned and said.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny.

Guan Ji heard the words and re-engraved it again, this time engraving it backwards to make the characters protrude, then brushed the ink again, and pressed it on the paper to print it again.

Although this time was better than last time, it was limited.

The font is still blurred, but the outline can be seen, and some words can be barely recognized.

"Ink is not good."

"Paper won't work."

Feng Yong and Guan Ji said something at the same time, and after they finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Third Niang, tell me first."

Feng Yong said.

"This paper is not good." Guan Ji shook her head and said, "The quality of the paper is too rough. You need to use as much ink as possible for this kind of printing, but this paper absorbs ink very well. Black group."

"I missed it." Feng Yong nodded and said, "Paper is not good, and ink is not good either."

The ink these days is mostly made of natural minerals such as graphite, which is not viscous enough, and the quality is not up to standard. If it is used for writing, it can be reluctant, but for printing, it is not competent.

"But why can the official seal be printed so clearly?"

Feng Yong seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking Guan Ji.

"Of course it's because of the mimeograph..."

Guan Ji replied casually.

"Oil?"

Feng Yong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "That's right! Ink, why didn't I think of this?"

Don't the printers of later generations just use ink to print?

The school conditions in the countryside are poor. I remember that when I was in elementary school, the teachers wrote the questions for the usual tests and final exams, then wrote them on wax paper, and finally printed them out by themselves.

Absolutely purely manual, the only mechanical equipment is the old-fashioned manual printing machine.

That is to say, cover the written wax paper on the upper film plate, then put white paper on the bottom, and finally use a special roller brush to dip some ink and brush it, and a test paper will be printed out.

This old-fashioned manual printing machine is simple to operate, but it also has great disadvantages.

In addition to the low efficiency, if there is too much ink, some places on the test paper will become black spots, and it is difficult to see what the question is.

If there is less ink brushing, the fonts will be too light in some places, and the fonts will not even be visible.

So pay attention to the amount of ink.

When they were in the fifth and sixth grades, most people were already eleven or twelve years old.

At that time, the teacher will often ask the students with good grades in the class to help.

Because this kind of manual printing machine is too simple, it is repeated brushing.

Although simple and monotonous, this matter is a great honor in the eyes of all students.

Because of his good academic performance, Feng Yong followed the teacher to the office to print the test papers every time when the test was about to come, under the envious eyes of the whole class.

Every time after printing, there will always be some black ink stains on my hands.

When you rub it, you can feel that there is a lot of oil in it.

And the oil also seems to slow the rate at which the wood absorbs the ink.

Feng Yong is trying hard to recall, thinking about the knowledge about ink that he has read in later generations.

At this moment, Guan Ji could only hear her speak again.

"I heard that Zuo Bo's paper has uniform thickness and fine texture, which is the best paper in the world. Zhongjiang's ink is as good as lacquer, and it lasts like new. It is the best ink in the world. If you can get these two, you should be able to do it better."

"Zuo Bozhi? Zhong Jiangmo?"

Feng Yong repeated in doubt, listening to this evaluation, it seems to be very powerful.

Guan Ji nodded, seeing Feng Yong's expression, she couldn't help being a little surprised, she thought that these two were well-known people in the world, seeing her elder brother's expression, it seemed as if she had never heard of it before.

However, Feng Tubie was wearing a layer of tiger skin from the mountain gate, and the behavior of the people of the mountain gate was like a dragon entering the clouds in the eyes of the world, and he could only get a glimpse of it.

So Guan Ji didn't think much about it, and immediately explained to Feng Tubie, "Zuo Bo's name is Ziyi, but he is from Shandong. He is the most famous papermaker after Caihou."

"Back then Cai Yong was self-confident and able to write, but Zhang Yi's pen and Zuo Bo's paper did not write rashly, which shows the beauty of Zuo Bo's paper."

"Wait a minute, who is Zhang Yi?"

Cai Hou Fengyong knew that Cai Lun improved papermaking and made papermaking one of the four great inventions.

But this is not right, a name came out of Guan Ji's mouth for a while, why did she seem to have never heard of it.

"Zhang Yibi, Zuo Bozhi, and Zhongjiang ink, these three are the most recommended by scholars all over the world. If you can write with these three at the same time, it will be a dream for scholars."

Guan Ji had no choice but to explain to Feng Tubie in detail, "Zhang Yi was the first to become famous and the oldest. He died thirty years ago, and his method of making brushes has also been lost. But Cai Yongwen was famous all over the world, but he only used Zhang Yibi, we can see the beauty of the brushes he made."

"As for Uncle Zuo, I heard that he is still alive, and some people say that he has died of old age. From the rumors I heard from my younger sister, even if he is still alive, he is probably in his sixties. His paper surface is smooth and compact, It looks like a glow covering it, the ink is not easy to penetrate into the paper, and the quality is excellent."

"The youngest one is that Wei Dan, styled Zhongjiang, who is a native of Guanzhong, and is very good at making ink. His ink is fragrant, thick and dark, and will not fade after a long time. He is also good at calligraphy and can also make brushes. , can be regarded as a rare character, I heard that he is now a doctor with Cao Bandit."

What is a doctor? The official is not as big as me.

Seeing that Wei Dan was highly praised in Guan Ji's tone, Feng Tubie felt uncomfortable.

Immediately, he said a little sourly, "It's just making ink, what is it? San Niang, just wait and see how I can make the best paper and ink in the world. Not only can I compare with Zuo Bo, but even Wei Dan We must bow down."

When Guan Ji heard Feng Yong's childish words, she only thought he was angry, so she laughed.

Seeing Feng Yong's resentful look, Guan Ji said softly, "The brush and ink are elegant in the prosperous age. My brother's talent lies in governing the country. In a prosperous age, you can help the Ming emperor, and in a troubled age, you can calm the world. So what is it? Can a person who can write and ink compare?"

"Besides, elder brother has already achieved such achievements at such a young age. Thinking about Wei Dan, who is now in his forties and is no more than a doctor, how can he compare with elder brother?"

Oh, it turns out that Wei Dan is also a bad old man.

Having said that, I am relieved.

After hearing Guan Ji's words, Feng Tubie felt very happy.

The heart of comparison was gone, but when I saw the paper on the case table, I remembered that I was finally slapped by reality.

Feng Yong was finally able to calm down at this time, and thought about printing for a while.

The emergence of printing is inseparable from the improvement of fonts, such as Xiaozhuan, which is more suitable for lettering.

The official script used today is more suitable for writing.

As for regular script, it is more suitable for printing.

I remember that the history books say that Zhong Yao invented the calligraphy style from the official script. Zhong Yao is not dead at this time, but he should have already created the regular script.

But Feng Yong has never seen anyone on the side of the big man use regular script.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing again.

Whether it is Zuo Bo, Wei Dan, or Zhong Yao, they are all from the north, and none of them are from the south.

From the small to the big, the northern Central Plains is the center of the world, and the talents are at their peak, which is beyond comparison in the south.

"Why is brother sighing?"

Guan Ji asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Feng Yong shook his head, shaking off the distant things, and continued to bring his thoughts back to his eyes.

"This paper is easy. It's just this ink..."

As long as future generations have attended nine-year compulsory education, who knows that there are four great inventions in China?

Cai Lun improved papermaking, which is also recorded in history books.

It is to use bark, broken fishing nets and other things from a wide range of sources.

The principle may not be summed up by the ancients, but Feng Yong, who has learned physical chemistry and biology, still knows it. The most important thing is plant fiber.

Therefore, plants with the most fiber content are the best source of raw materials for papermaking under current technical conditions.

But there is one point, the source must be extensive and easy to obtain.

Fiber-rich, readily available plants…

Thinking of this, Feng Yong stared blankly at Guan Ji.

"What are you looking at, brother?"

Seeing Feng Yong looking straight at her, Guan Ji panicked, so she couldn't help asking.

"Ma, Sang..."

Feng Yong murmured, and suddenly laughed, then stretched out his arms and hugged Guan Ji tightly, "I thought of it. Sangma Sangma, it really is a good thing."

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Guan Ji only felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest, she really didn't expect Feng Yong to make such a presumptuous action suddenly.

Subconsciously, he was about to push it away, but he suddenly withdrew his strength.

She knew that if she pushed it out, it would be a trivial matter for her brother to hit several somersaults on the ground, but it would be a major matter if he got injured.

At the moment, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, put a little distance away, and asked with a flushed face.

After Feng Tubie hugged her tightly, he realized that he seemed to be too excited, but felt the soft body in his arms, but he was a bit reluctant to let go.

"Brother, if you don't let go, my little sister will make a move."

Guan Ji felt that Feng Yong's arms were still tight, so she gritted her teeth and said.

"Ahem, San Niang, I couldn't help myself because of my excitement, don't blame me."

Feng Tubie felt Guan Ji's gesture of pushing, and immediately let go.

Guan Ji's martial arts, that's no joke.

You can split the corner of the case with your bare hands, and it's not too easy to torture a soil turtle with one hand.

Guan Ji's face remained blushing, and she glanced at Feng Yong, with a little blame in her eyes, but also a little water ripples in her eyes.

"What are you excited about, brother?"

"Paper."

Feng Yong picked up the paper on the case and shook it, "This paper is too bad, I want to try to make some paper."

In fact, from the beginning of time travel, the first thing Feng Yong thought about was making paper.

The reason is very simple. When I went to the hut, the thin bamboo slices scratched my chrysanthemum many times.

Every time I finish going to the latrine, I feel a burning pain. That kind of feeling makes life worse than death.

And the bamboo slices are for public use, wash them after use, and use them next time...

In order not to feel the burning pain anymore, Feng Tubie had no choice but to choose some wide leaves.

After using the leaves, the pain was not painful, but it was almost tickled to death. Who knows how many fluffs are there on the leaves of wild trees and weeds?

Finally, I came up with a way to carefully select some slightly flat pebbles by the river.

Rough is a bit rough, but at least it won't hurt anymore, and it won't itch anymore.

It's just troublesome.

But I am also a landlord with servants at any rate, and I will throw it to the servants to deal with it when I run out, so naturally it will not be troublesome.

As for paper, although it is expensive, Feng Tubie has used it secretly.

It's a pity that the quality is too poor, and the paper is torn through a little force with the fingers...

Then that day Feng Tubie was so disgusted that he didn't eat all day.

So at the beginning, what Feng Yong wanted to do most was to make paper by himself, trying to make the paper he wanted.

It's a pity that although he knows the principle, his actual operation ability is zero.

There was no condition at hand, so I had to give up in the end.

Later, I got used to using pebbles, so I didn't think about tossing about it again.

Now that Guan Ji provoked this matter again, the original thoughts suddenly surged like weeds.

Now that I have the conditions and manpower, why don't I try to make paper?

Not for anything else, just for that roll of white and soft toilet paper, that also needs to be launched!

I don't know how to make paper, so don't the craftsmen of Hanzhong Metallurgical Engineering know how?

There is no one in Hanzhongye. Could it be that no one can be found in the Shaofu?

The Shaofu can't be found, so can't the general prisoner from the outer court be found?

The big deal is to make another PY deal with the old demon Zhuge...

If you can't make paper, how can you do printing?

How to break the monopoly of intellectual resources of the aristocratic family without printing?

Although Feng Tubie's most essential idea is for that roll of white and soft toilet paper, but he believes that Zhuge's eyes will not fall on his chrysanthemums, but on the family's chrysanthemums...

As long as there are craftsmen who can make paper in hand, Feng Yong is sure to solve the quality of paper.

After all, the principle is there. As long as you know the process and change the raw materials, you will not have too much difficulty.

The optimal solution was obtained through many experiments, and Feng Yong is not afraid of this.

It's just that even if the paper problem is solved, the ink is not easy to solve.

Guan Ji said that Zhongjiang's ink is fragrant because of the fragrance contained in the ink, and most likely it is rosin.

Rosin ink, who doesn't know?

If you want to print, you can apply some grease on the engraving surface to prevent the wood from absorbing ink too much.

Ink ink, so you need to add some oil to the ink.

Adding oil to the ink not only makes the ink more sticky and slippery, but also keeps the printed characters from fading for a longer period of time.

But how to make good ink by burning charcoal with pine branches is an unknown problem for Feng Yong.

Because he doesn't know how to make ink at all.

Based on the idea that I don't need to understand it, as long as my subordinates understand it, Feng Yong once again put his idea on the departments of Hanzhong Metallurgical Supervisor General and Superintendent.

Still the same sentence, if you can't get ink, how can you do printing?

How to break the monopoly of intellectual resources of the aristocratic family without printing?

Although Feng Tubie's most essential idea is to pretend to be aggressive in front of Guan Ji, but he believes that the eyes of the old monster Zhuge will not fall on whether he pretends to be aggressive, but will hold this thing to pretend to be aggressive in front of his family...