Royal Road

"Engrave this line of words on the wooden board, such as mirror reflection, the font is prominent on the wooden board, the font is good, the font is not changed. Every word must be equal and high."

A group of stone carvers took the note handed by the servant in a daze. Lettering on a wooden board? But the other way around, what is this going to do?

Two days ago, Liang Mansion recruited a group of carvers. Unlike other Buddha sculptures, the amount of work is often quite large, and the money needed to spend is very large. Therefore, in the event of war, the sculpture is likely to be interrupted. In recent years, wars have been frequent, many of them have lost their vitality, and the rest are lingering under the control of the government. Now that the opportunity suddenly appeared, I naturally refused to let it go.

However, after they came to Liang Mansion, they realized that the work they got was a little different from before. A person who had carved the stele asked carefully: "It's okay for the words to be concave inward, but they have to be engraved backwards when they stand out. How to ensure the same height?

"Some of you have carved steles and some have carved Buddhas. Think about it carefully based on experience. The lord of the lord has ordered that if someone makes a qualified engraving first, he will be promoted to the head of a craftsman." A Liang stood with his hand down. In front of this group of people, said loudly.

In a bunch of craftsmen, the craftsman is usually paid the highest and has the most power. Not to mention the recent reputation of Liang's Mansion is so great that even the county lord has to show her favor in every possible way. If you can really become a master craftsman in Liang Mansion, it will be a blessing for several lifetimes!

Hearing that these craftsmen did not dare to ask more, they took the paper and wooden boards in their hands and pondered them. In a short while, sawdust flew across the yard, making noises. Wood is no better than stone. It is easier to use and difficult to control. Some people accidentally used the boards in their hands. They didn't mean to blame them. They immediately offered the new boards without interrupting, and just watched silently by the side.

After tossing like this for more than half an hour, a man finally stood up and handed a carved plate: "Is it possible to engrave like this?"

Aliangzai carefully looked at the board for a while, and said to him, "Come with me."

Unexpectedly, the winner was decided so quickly, everyone's eyes swept over. Although the man was a little nervous, he still patted the sawdust on his shirt and followed.

After leaving the yard, he bypassed a corridor and arrived at the main yard. In other words, it was a craftsman who came out of Fucheng, and the man had naturally heard about the "Buddha". He didn't even dare to lift his head, followed closely behind the steward, and knelt down after entering the door. I only heard a fairly clear voice coming from the main seat: "It's all right so soon? Show me."

Taking the wooden board from A Liang's hand, Liang Feng looked at it carefully. I have to say that the carving is really good. The fine handwriting can keep the lines unchanged. What's more rare is that the font height is consistent and the force is quite accurate. . No nonsense, he picked up the brush on the side and spread a thin layer of ink on the wooden board, attached it with paper, and brushed it lightly. When I opened the paper again, I saw a line of clear text printed on the paper.

Liang Feng nodded slightly, rushed down and asked, "What is your name?"

"The younger one is named Wei Fonu, a Buddha carver from the county government." Wei Fonu quickly replied.

It seems that this is also an ancestral carver, Liang Feng said again: "How did you carve this anti-book character?"

Wei Fonu replied honestly: "Put the paper upside down and stick it on the wooden board, and it will be fine to carve it in the shape of a letter."

This is the standard embossing method, and it is a smart way to come up with the correct method so quickly.

Liang Feng said: "From now on, you will be the master craftsman of Liang Mansion Bookstore. I will provide you with ten engravers, one ink distributor, and five servants to assist you. Your task is to engrave. Book edition, engraved with Buddhist scriptures."

Wei Fonu saw sweat immediately on his head: "But the little one, the little one doesn't know how to read, and he didn't care about people..."

"It's okay, you are responsible for the quality of the engraving. I will let people do it for text collation and book binding. The bookstore belongs to one of the four workshops in my mansion, and the people in the workshop are all households in the Liang Mansion. "

The word yamhu immediately excited Wei Fonu. As long as you become a noble householder, you don't need to be forced to serve by the government. Moreover, you will have food and accommodation in the government. Maybe there will be acres of land last time. This is much better than being a craftsman.

He hurriedly said: "The little one will do his best to engrave the plate!"

"Good." Liang Feng smiled, "Craftsmen must also carefully select. Careful and good craftsmanship can engrave characters, and other poor craftsmanship can be carved, engraved, and polished. You must divide the work and cooperate. Here is a plate, you take it. Take a look, decorate carefully and be elegant and graceful."

How to say Liang Feng has seen some ancient books and knows the format in general. As for the decoration details, just let the craftsman enrich it.

Wei Fonu wanted to pick it up, but when he looked up and saw the person on the seat, he suddenly froze in place, stunned for a moment and hurriedly bowed his head. His family has carved Buddha for generations and is familiar with all kinds of famous paintbrushes, but Ren Ru's brush can't describe such a look. This Liang Family Patriarch really deserves the name of "Buddha"!

Feeling full of gratitude, a little more pious, Wei Fonu dare not even lift his head, obediently accepted the drawing paper, and withdrew.

Sitting on the seat, Liang Feng also let out a sigh of relief. Nowadays, his qualifications are still relatively low, and he cannot promote medical books from top to bottom at all, but books and these things have their own more convenient methods of dissemination. The bookstore is built for this.

In this era, there has not been any printing, even in the Wangwen Mansion or Huai'en Temple, it is only possible to copy the scriptures by hand. Books are precious things that only a few people can own. If they come from a poor family, no matter how clever the talent is, it is difficult to borrow enough books for study.

It is precisely because of the monopoly of this knowledge that printing becomes insignificant. Those high-ranking families have their own manpower and material resources, so why bother to spend time studying this? But for Liang Feng, engraving is very important. As long as you have this weapon, you can copy a large number of books. Why can't the medical books left by the doctor Jiang be spread all over the world?

However, the cost of engraving is also surprisingly high. Not to mention those engraving craftsmen, ink and paper are also expensive. If it was given away for nothing, he would not be able to support it with his current wealth. But what if the medical book is added? For example, buying a copy of "Diamond Sutra" and a free copy of "New Treatise on Febrile Diseases", anyway, the theory of epidemic prevention originated from the Buddha's dream, and it is not abrupt in love or ritual. And after those ladies and believers buy back the scriptures, medical books will naturally enter more high-minded mansions.

Typhoid fever is not a family disease, and scholar-officials have a lot of knowledge in medicine. As long as one more person sees it, one more person knows how to prevent typhoid fever and how to treat it. If those who are proficient in medicine see it, it will promote the development of medicine. It is possible to realize the last wish of the doctor Jiang.

More importantly, as long as he has printing, he has the means to spread knowledge. These two books are just testing the water. What if the scripture history, the agricultural book, and other Buddhist scriptures are printed? Selling knowledge is never a cheap business. He needs more talents and high reputation. This thin book will become the cornerstone of his footsteps. This is much more important than the title of "Buddha".

Time does not wait for me, only a new path is left!

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Five horses galloped and drove across the official road, and pedestrians evaded one after another on the road. This horse looks like a good horse, even if it is in the state borders, there are not many rides, let alone a team of five rides. No matter which nobleman's strong soldier is, it's always good to stay away.

"The team is right, shouldn't it be time to stop and rest?" After riding this for a long time, a knight couldn't help but comment.

"It's not far from Wuxiang, you must be there tonight." Yi Yan answered coldly, with a stern face.

With the words of the team being right, others did not dare to refute, so they urged the horse to move forward, and finally felt the ground at night.

It is now the autumn harvest, but there are no crops to be seen along the way, dry and cracked wasteland is everywhere. Several broken houses were on the side of the road, the doors were wide open, and there were no people in the houses long ago.

These five cavalry are all Jie people, their complexion naturally became dignified, slowing down their horses and moving forward. Yiyan's village is in the east of the county. Before getting close to the village entrance, a few fuzzy figures rushed out of the thatched cottage and ran towards the mountains. Yi Yan frowned, pinched the horse's belly, and ran after him.

The horse ran too fast, seeing that it could not hide, the few people knelt down, and one of the skinny men kowtowed his head and begged for mercy: "Master soldier, please forgive me! There are only old people and children in the house, or take me. Let's go..."

"Yida?" Yi Yan jumped off his horse and walked up quickly.

Hearing the familiar local accent, the guy raised his head dumbly, and after watching for a long time, he reacted, and grabbed Yi Yan's arm: "You are Yi Yan? That kid from the Sang family?"

"It's me." Yi Yan helped him up and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you the only one left at home?"

Heda smiled bitterly: "Everyone else left home and fled, leaving me and my mother. These days, there are always officers and soldiers who come and say they want to buy us to Youzhou, and we can survive by being slaves... "

Yi Yan has tasted the taste of being sold as goods. The big shackles are on his shoulders, two people are in pairs, lack of food and water along the way, whether it can live to the ground is one thing. The thin man in front of him is only a bone. Isn't it a dead end to be caught?

He screamed: "This group of officials! Don't be afraid, this time I came to the village to recruit people in the name of the lord. As long as you work hard, you can go with me!"

Proda was stunned for a moment, then looked at the horses behind him again, and carefully asked, "Did you recognize the lord? Who is that person?"

"Shenmen Tinghou is Liang Langjun who has just rescued Jinyang recently."

"Liang Langjun? Is that the ‘Buddha’?" Wuxiang is also closer to Jinyang. Hearing this, not only Cada, but the eyes of those around him lit up.

"I heard that'Buddha' saved the people of Jinyang!"

"Some people also say that he can get rid of the pain with just a touch of his hand!"

"Will'Buddha' accept Jie people as tenants?"

Hearing the villagers mentioning the lord’s name, Yi Yan couldn’t help showing a proud look in his eyes: “It’s that Liang Langjun. He treated people with compassion, not only took in the refugees, but also let us join the trilogy. This horse was also given by the lord! "

There was not only one person standing behind him, and the knights also began to help. Yi Yan turned around again and took out two dried bean cakes from the furnishings and stuffed them with the few people; "Eat some cushions first, if you can go south with me all the way to Liang Mansion, there will be fields to cultivate!"

None of these words were as convincing as the pancakes in his hands. Several people were hungry for a few days, how could they be able to bear it, and they gorged themselves to eat. A few months ago, such a situation was still commonplace in Yi Yan. However, with the lord's side, there was never a single person in the entire Liang Mansion who went hungry. That's hundreds of lives! The lord alone saved them all. Yi Yan has never experienced the difference in Liang Mansion so personally for a moment.

He wants to bring back more people to the lord, those who are honest and credible, brave and loyal. He wants the lord to have a stronger trilogy and save more lives! He has to return to the lord as soon as possible!

Yi Yan took a deep breath and said, "Yuda, take me to meet the other people in the village. I want to tell you this news, if someone is willing to go to Liang's Mansion, they can go on the road tomorrow!"

Cada almost didn't choke, but under the moonlight, the eyes on the opposite side were so shiny, like stars in the sky. He was stunned for a moment, and ignoring the pancakes in his hand, he pulled up Yiyan and ran towards the village.

In just one day, Kuaima passed through village after village, and the dry ground was covered with dust. Family after family of hungry Jie people took up their poor little bags and walked out of the house. They have no way to survive, and naturally they are not qualified to be attached to this country anymore. They didn't know where they were going, but the tribe kid with gray-blue eyes and riding a horse told them that someone would be able to save them, along with their old and weak parents, and hungry wives and children.

A good man called "Buddha".

Jie people believe in Buddhism, and there is nothing more they look forward to than the title of "Buddha". In this troubled world, if there is no such kind of compassion as the Buddha, how can they be kind and save them these poor people?

An old man who didn't even speak Chinese very much, struggling to follow behind the team, muttering words.

"That is not the Buddha, but the incarnation of the Medicine Buddha. He sits high on the lotus platform, forms the seal of the Three Realms, and issues a great aspiration to save sentient beings. If anyone believes in him, he will be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and return to the realm of bright glazed glass. The twelve generals, Qiqianyasha, smoothed out all the evil spirits for him. My Buddha is merciful and cares for my people..."

Amidst the murmur of prayer, two hundred beards with high noses and deep eyes moved slowly towards the Liang Mansion.

The author has something to say: Engraving printing appeared a little later, probably only in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and it only became popular at the end of the Tang Dynasty. The popularization of printing emerged with the rise of the poor, and it was quite developed in the Song Dynasty, and movable type printing began to appear. But movable type is too demanding for book editors, so I'll use engraving for the time being.