"Try carving another Yangwen."

Looking at the blurred words on the paper, Feng Yong said with a frown.

The ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

When Guan Ji heard this, he engraved it again, this time in reverse, protruding the font, and then brushed the ink again, and then pressed it on the paper again.

Although this time is a little better than the last one, it is limited.

The font is still blurry, but the outline can be seen and the words are barely recognizable.

"Ink doesn't work."

"Paper doesn't work."

Feng Yong and Guan Ji said a word at the same time, and after finishing speaking, the two glanced at each other and smiled.

"Sanniang, you say it first."

Feng Yong said.

"This paper doesn't work." Guan Ji shook his head and said, "The paper is too rough. In this kind of printing, you must brush as much ink as possible, but this paper absorbs ink very much, and if you absorb more ink, it will easily become a black ball. ”

"I missed it." Feng Yong nodded and said, "Paper can't work, and ink can't do either." ”

The ink of these years is mostly made of natural minerals such as graphite, which is not sticky enough, and the quality is not good.

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

Feng Yong seemed to be talking to himself, as if he was asking Guan Ji.

"Naturally, it's because of the use of mimeographed ......"

Guan Ji replied casually.

"Oil?"

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

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

I remember when I was in elementary school, the teachers would write the questions themselves, write them on wax paper, and print them out by themselves.

Absolutely purely manual, the only mechanical equipment is the old manual printing press.

That is, the written wax paper is covered on the membrane board above, and then the white paper is placed below, and finally a special roller brush is dipped in ink to brush, and a test paper is brushed out.

This old-fashioned manual printing press is simple to operate, but it also has significant drawbacks.

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

If the ink is brushed less, the font will be too faint in some places, or even the font will not be visible.

So pay attention to the amount of ink.

When I was in the fifth or sixth grade, most people were already eleven or twelve years old.

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

Because this kind of manual printing machine is too simple, it is to brush and brush repeatedly.

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

Feng Yong has a good academic performance, so every time he is about to take the test, he follows the teacher behind the teacher to the office to print the test paper in the envious eyes of the whole class.

Every time I finish printing, I always have some black ink on my hands.

When you rub it, you can feel a lot of oil mixed in it.

And it seems that oil can also reduce the rate at which the wood absorbs ink.

Feng Yong was trying to recall, thinking about the knowledge about ink that he had seen in later generations.

At this time, I only heard Guan Ji speak again.

"I heard that Zuo Bo's paper, with uniform thickness and fine texture, is the most paper in the world. The ink of Zhongjiang, a little like lacquer, lasts as new, and is the most ink in the world. If you can get both, I think you can do better. ”

"Zuo Bo paper? Zhong Jiangmo? ”

Feng Yong repeated suspiciously, listening to this evaluation, it seemed to be very powerful.

Guan Ji nodded, seeing Feng Yong's expression, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and said in his heart that these two people are both famous in the world, looking at his brother's look, it seems that he has never heard of it.

However, Feng Tujiao is covered with a layer of tiger skin from the mountain gate, and the people of the mountain gate act like a dragon in the eyes of the world, and they can only detect a scale and half a claw.

So Guan Ji didn't think much about it, and immediately explained to Feng Tuqiu, "Zuo Bozi Ziyi is from Shandong, and he is the most prestigious papermaker after Cai Hou. ”

"Back then, Cai Yong was self-conscious, and he didn't write on Zhang Yi pen and Zuo Bo paper, which shows the wonder of Zuo Bo paper."

"Wait a minute, who is Zhang Yi?"

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

But this is not right, Guan Ji will have a name in his mouth for a while, how can he seem to have never heard of it.

"Zhang Yibi, Zuo Bo paper, Zhong Jiangmo, these three are the first things in the world that are jointly promoted by the world's readers. If you can write with all three at the same time, it will be a dream for a reader. ”

Guan Ji had to explain to Feng Tujiao in detail, "Zhang Yi became famous the earliest and the oldest, he died thirty years ago, and his pen-making method has also been lost. But back then, Cai Yongwen was known all over the world, but he only used Zhang Yi's pen, which shows the wonder of the pen he made. ”

"As for Uncle Zuo, I heard that he is still alive now, and some people say that he has died of old age. From the rumors that Xiaomei heard, even if he is still alive, he is afraid that he will be in his sixties. The surface of the paper is light and compact, and the view is like a glow covering it, and the ink is not easy to penetrate into the paper, and the quality is excellent. ”

"The youngest is that Wei Dan, the character Zhongjiang, is a Guanzhong person, who is very good at making ink. Its ink is fragrant, the ink is thick and black, it does not fade for a long time, and he is good at calligraphy, and he can make a pen, which is also a rare character, I heard that he is now a man on the side of Cao Thief. ”

What is Langzhong? The officials are not as big as mine.

Seeing that Guan Ji admired that Wei Dan very much in his tone, Feng Tujiao was not a taste in his heart.

At that moment, he said a little sourly, "It's just to make ink, what is it?" Sanniang, you wait, see how I make the best paper and ink in the world, not only to compare that Zuo Bo, but even Wei Dan has to bow down. ”

Guan Ji listened to Feng Yong's childish words, and only thought that he was angry, so he smiled.

Seeing Feng Yong's angry look, Guan Ji said softly, "The matter of pen and ink is elegant in the prosperous era. The talent of the elder brother lies in governing the country and securing the country. The prosperous times can help the Ming Jun, and the troubled times can calm the world, how can it be compared with people who can only write and ink? ”

"Besides, my brother has already achieved such a feat at such a young age. Thinking about Na Wei Dan, he is now in his forties, and he is only a Lang Zhong, how can he compare with his brother? ”

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

I was relieved to say that.

Listening to Guan Ji's words, Feng Tuqiu's heart was very happy.

The heart of comparison is gone, but when I see the paper on the desk, I remember that I was finally slapped by reality.

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

The emergence of printing technology is inseparable from the improvement of fonts, such as small seals, which are more suitable for lettering.

The official script used today is more suitable for writing.

As for regular script, it is a font that is more suitable for printing.

I remember that the history books said that Zhong Xuan invented the book style from the official book, and Zhong Xuan was not dead at this time, but he should have already made the regular script.

But Feng Yong had never seen anyone use regular script on the Han side.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh again.

Whether it is Zuo Bo, Wei Dan, or Zhong Xuan, they are all Cao thieves in the north, and none of them are southerners.

From the small to the big, the Central Plains in the north is the center of the world, and the talents are prosperous, which is not comparable to the south.

"Why is my brother sighing?"

Guan Ji asked with concern.

"Nothing." Feng Yong shook his head, shook off the distant things, and continued to pull his thoughts back to his eyes.

"It's easy. It's just this ink ......"

In later generations, as long as you have attended nine years of compulsory education, who does not know that China has four major inventions?

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

It's something from a wide range of sources, such as tree bark and fishing nets.

The principles may not be summarized by the ancients, but Feng Yong, who has learned physics, chemistry and biology, still knows it, and the most critical of them is plant fiber.

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

But there is one thing, the sources must be wide and easily accessible.

Plants with a high fiber content and easy to obtain......

Feng Yong thought of this, and his eyes looked at Guan Ji in a daze.

"What is my brother looking at?"

Guan Ji saw Feng Yong looking at her directly, and she was a little panicked, and couldn't help asking.

"Ma, Sang, ......"

Feng Yong muttered, suddenly laughed, then stretched out his arms and hugged Guan Ji tightly, "I thought of it." Mulberry and mulberry are really good things. ”

"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 suddenly make such a rash move.

Subconsciously reacted to push away, but suddenly withdrew the force.

She knew that if she pushed it out, it would be a small matter for her brother to make a few heels on the ground, and it would be a big deal if he was injured.

At that moment, he had to grit his teeth, stretch a little distance, and asked with a red face.

After Feng Tujiao hugged people tightly, he realized that he seemed to be overexcited, but he felt the soft body in his arms, but he was a little reluctant to let go.

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

Guan Ji felt that Feng Yong's arms were still tight, and immediately gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Ahem, Sanniang, I'm excited for a while, I can't help myself, don't blame it."

Feng Tu felt Guan Ji's gesture of pushing, and hurriedly let go of it.

Guan Ji's martial arts, that's not a joke.

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

Guan Ji's face was flushed, and he glanced at Feng Yong, with a little blame in his eyes, but it seemed to have a little ripple.

"What is my brother excited about?"

"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 to see." ”

In fact, from the very beginning, the first thing Feng Yong thought of was to make paper.

The reason is very simple, when I went to the thatched house, the thin bamboo slices, I don't know how many times I scratched my chrysanthemums.

Every time I go to the thatched house, it hurts hotly, and that kind of taste is really worse than death.

And the bamboo piece is still public, wash it when you run out, and use it again next time......

In order not to feel the hot pain anymore, Feng Tu Turtle had no choice but to choose some wide leaves.

I used the leaves, but it didn't hurt, but I almost itched to death, and who knows how much fluff there is on the leaves of wild trees and weeds?

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

It's a little rougher, but at least it won't hurt anymore and it won't itch anymore.

It's just a little more troublesome.

But he is also a landlord with subordinates, and if he runs out, he will throw it to his subordinates to deal with, so naturally it will not be troublesome.

As for the paper, although the things are expensive, Feng Tu Turtle has not used them secretly.

It's a pity that the quality is too poor, and a little bit of force on the fingers will pierce the paper......

Then that day, Feng Tu Turtle was disgusted and didn't eat for a day.

So when Feng Yong started, what he wanted to do most was actually to make his own paper and think about making the paper he wanted.

It's a pity that although he knows the principle, he has zero practical ability.

I didn't have any conditions at hand, so I had to give up in the end.

Later, I got used to using pebbles, and I didn't think about tossing this thing anymore.

Now that Guan Ji has stirred up this matter again, the original idea suddenly swelled like a weed.

Lao Tzu now has the conditions and has the manpower, why not try to make paper?

Not for anything else, just for that roll of white and soft toilet paper, then it has to be a project!

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

There is no one in Hanzhongye, can't there be anyone in Shaofu?

Shaofu can't find it, can't the generals of the foreign dynasty be found as prisoners?

It's a big deal to have another PY deal with Zhuge Old Demon......

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

If you can't get printing, how can you break the monopoly of the Maison's intellectual resources?

Although Feng Tuqiu's most essential idea was for that roll of white and soft toilet paper, he believed that Zhuge Old Demon's eyes would not fall on his chrysanthemum, but on the family's chrysanthemum......

As long as there are craftsmen who can make paper, 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, it will not be too difficult.

After many experiments to obtain the optimal solution, Feng Yong is the least afraid of this.

It's just that even if it solves the problem of paper, this ink is not easy to solve.

Guan Ji said that Zhongjiang's ink is fragrant because of the fragrance contained in the ink, and nine times out of ten it is rosin.

Who doesn't know rosin ink?

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

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

Adding ink can not only make the ink more sticky, but also make the printed words last longer without fading.

It's just that how to make good ink from pine branches is an unknown problem for Feng Yong.

Because he doesn't know how to make ink.

In line with the idea that I don't need to understand, as long as my subordinates understand, Feng Yong once again hit the heads of the departments of Hanzhong Metallurgical and Metallurgical Supervisors.

Or is it the same sentence, if you can't get ink, how can you do printing?

If you can't get printing, how can you break the monopoly of the Maison's intellectual resources?

Although Feng Tuqiu's most essential idea was to pretend to be forced in front of Guan Ji, he believed that Zhuge Old Demon's eyes would not fall on him pretending to be forced or not, but would pretend to be forced in front of the deceased family with this thing......