"There are also special horizontal knives and crossbows of the latest equipment of our army, which are given to the old generals."

"Good, good! The old man had heard of these two things a long time ago, and they were weapons that could only be distributed by the elite of Bai Mayi, and the old man had already wanted to make a set. After Han Baohu handed over the military uniform to the servant, he hurriedly took the horizontal knife and the crossbow to see. This horizontal sword is a horse combat saber specially assigned to the highest-ranking generals, and it is specially made from the scabbard to the blade, which is different from that used by ordinary sergeants. The repeater was the standard equipment of the early Hakuma Yi Battalion, and it was not an improved version that was being equipped. But these two things were enough to make the old general happy.

After coming out of Han Baohu's mansion, Yang Er declined Han Baohu's request to accompany him, and took the servants to the academy alone to visit Xue Daoheng, a contemporary Confucian he had never seen.

An hour later, he came out of Xue Daoheng's mansion. Yang Er and his entourage climbed up along the stone steps that had been leveled, there was a pavilion every short distance along the way, there must be a stone tablet in the hall, there was a poem or word written by Yang Er on the tablet, these tablet pavilions were for the students of the college to admire the poems and discuss the place of knowledge.

When you come to the top of the King's Peak, the stele pavilion here is Yang Er's famous masterpiece "Qinyuan Spring-Snow". Yang Er looked at it and knew that these were all Zhang Heng's actions, and these seemingly simple operations were indeed very effective, and they had subtly shaped Yang Er into a saint of this era. King's Peak has already built a fence, and it is not as bare as it was a year ago. Yang Er looked at the west from the railing, where a red sunset was falling little by little, and the afterglow of the sunset was reflected in the thin clouds, which was very beautiful.

When I returned to Luzhou Mansion, it was already the time to hold the lamp, and the three daughters in the mansion did not accompany Yang Eryi all the way during the day, but went to the small courtyard of Ma Shumou in the backyard. Listening to Zhong Jian, who accompanied him, they all went to the backyard to see Uncle Ma making paper and carving engravings.

As soon as he entered the inner mansion, he saw the three girls gathered at a table and buried their heads in discussing something, knowing that Yang Er was only discovered when he got closer.

"Sister Chuchen, what are you ---" Before Yang Er finished asking, he saw a few abacus on the table, Wang Dai was still holding a brush in his hand, Abeiyi was constantly studying ink, and Chuchen was still whispering something.

"Brother, our sisters are going to record the method and mantra of this abacus into a book. I asked Brother Ma during the day, and he said that the fine white paper he made was very suitable for printing all kinds of books, so this bead algorithm naturally had to be printed more, so that more people could learn it. Chuchen explained, and then buried himself in sorting out the mantra entries with Wang Dai.

"Sister Dai, your brother Wang Bo is the best at business, I don't know how you compare with him?"

"Husband, the concubine has been following her father since she was a child, and she is not weak to him, but it is just inconvenient to show her face."

"Although my brother's business is big, it is not exclusive, and the price of goods is mostly affected by peers, because everyone has goods, and the price is the price, and it is impossible to operate exclusively and have the right to speak on price. And right now, your paper-making and printed books can be made into your exclusive business project in my Dasui, and no one can compete with you, so you can set the price however you want. Yang Er shook the folding fan and said to the three women who were busy, and I don't know if they listened again.

"What did you say, husband? Do you want my sister to put the fine white paper on the market and supply it to the Great Sui world? Wang Dai suddenly stopped the pen and turned her head to ask in disbelief.

"That's natural, this Ma's fine white paper is white and smooth, and it is a must-have for scholars and students. Once mass production will inevitably be expensive Luzhou paper, marketing the whole country. Sister Dai, you are very likely to surpass your brother in wealth as a result. In addition, the use of new printing technology can efficiently print ancient and modern classics, open bookstores for sales, and also make a lot of money from students all over the world. Of course, the price of books should not be set too high, so that ordinary families can afford books. Yang Er said gracefully, looking light and light. But a few simple words made Wang Dai and Chuchen both stunned.

"That Taoist classic can also be passed down after being printed into a book?" Izumi asked hurriedly.

"Of course, as long as you Taoists are willing to make public the classics and morals of various doctrines, you can write anything."

"Good! Sister, this business for the benefit of all people, our sister has done, how about it? After all, Wang Dai was born in a merchant family, so of course she could capture this as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"It's good, it's just that if you want to print and sell Taoist classic scriptures, you still need the approval of the master and the ancestors." Izuku hesitated.

"What are you afraid of! Back in the capital Huichun Hall, you go and ask Immortal Master Sun if he is willing to print his "Thousand Golden Fang" into a book, and the Immortal Master will definitely be willing. ”

"Huh? What is "A Thousand Golden Prescriptions"? Why have you never heard Uncle Sun talk about it? Izumi looked at Yang Er with wide eyes.

"Oh, this ---, Immortal Master Sun may have just written the beginning, right? It's still early, it's early. Yang Er saw that Chuchen asked, and immediately reacted, this Sun Simiao's "Qianjin Fang" may not have been written yet, and it should have been written many years after the establishment of the Tang Dynasty. So he hurriedly came out of the dust.

"My sister is not in a hurry, I will go to discuss with Uncle Ma tomorrow, he has a workshop there, and it will be okay to assign a place for my sister to make a printing and papermaking workshop, and then my sister will first make paper and buy paper and then publish books, which is a righteous act for the benefit of millions of readers in the world, and this merit is not small." Wang Dai hurriedly took over the conversation and said to Chuchen.

"Yes, yes, yes! You sisters go straight to find Master Ma, but you also have to buy shares for your brother, and everyone can make money if you have money! Hehehe! Yang Er shook his fan and laughed and walked out of the study.

At this time, it was time for dinner, and Yang Er hurried to Ma Shumou's backyard alone. It is estimated that Brother Ma is preparing to drink wine and eat meat at this time! At this time, it was just in time.

Sure enough, when Yang Er saw Ma Shumou, he was drinking alone, and there was a plate of crispy peanuts on the table, obviously the good dishes had not yet been served, Yang Er walked in and sat directly opposite Ma Shumou.

"Brother, my good dish hasn't been served yet, why do you smell it!" Uncle Ma threw a peanut into his mouth and said with a wine cup.

"Then you still need to smell it, Brother Ma didn't have good wine and good food that day. But brother, I haven't eaten enough every day to eat and sleep. Yang Er said with a smile. At this time, the virgin mother had already put the dishes and chopsticks for Yang Er and poured the wine. Then he went out with a smile and went to Zhang Luo. Yang Er also unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

After a few moments, the table was full of good dishes. This virgin has already learned the first-hand cooking method passed down by Uncle Ma's relatives, and the fried dishes are full of aroma, and the cooking level is not below Uncle Ma's.

"Brother Ma, my little brother is discussing something with you. You know that for hundreds of years since the Eastern Jin Dynasty, our China has been in turmoil, and the Wuhu Chaos has almost wiped out our Han people. Now Emperor Wen of Sui Yang Jian has unified northern China, but there is still a Turk in the north, and the younger brother in the south is ready to take it next year. In the future, the country will need a lot of management talents, but now there are still too few scholars, you see that in the first year of the imperial examination, there are only a few thousand scholars from all over the country, and too many children have no books to read. You know why? Yang Er said while drinking.

"How can you not know that there is not even a bookstore on the street of Luzhou Mansion in your bustling city, and children are copying books from each other when they read, this and that! It has to be changed. Ma Shumou and Yang Er touched one and said it, and his words seemed helpless.

"Originally, the younger brother wanted to wait for the unification of the south to get the throne to solve this matter, but now it seems that there is no need to wait until then, doesn't Wang Dai and Chuchen want to publish a book? You just have to work hard, you know these things anyway. The younger brother plans to print all the existing Confucian classics and sell them in Luzhou at the reserve price. In the past few days, I have been silently writing out the elementary books for children, such as "Three Character Classic", "Hundred Family Names", and "Disciple Rules", and all of them have been printed into books and distributed free of charge to children. Let more children have books to read, and at the same time, it will also attract more readers from other provinces to gather in Luzhou, Hedong, and take refuge with my younger brother. Yang Er said to Ma Shumou earnestly.

"Brother! This printing is completely fine, simple. However, it is to engrave thousands of words and mold them out and print them after typesetting. A little troublesome is this paper, now the paper on the market can not be used, too rough, wipe the butt are idle and hard, need to make fine white paper, the past two days I have been preparing for this, adding related equipment, I have to do it myself. However, the money paper used to go to the grave made with my brother's current level of papermaking is better than the current paper. Under the improvement of the process, it should be possible to make better quality white paper, rest assured. After the paper is made, you can print a large number of books, so you can prepare it here! Soon you will have good paper. Uncle Ma whispered while drinking.

"Well, if you need funds and personnel, you can find a younger brother. By the way, let Wang Dai and Chuchen give you a hand first! They are also idle. ”

"What money is not money? What I have here now is, no matter how much money I have these years, it is useless, can I buy apples? Can I buy a car? What a fucking backwardness! ”

"Yes! Without modern industry, it's depressing! Come and drink, don't want those, just let it be! ”

Yang Er and the two drank until late at night, each getting drunk.

When Yang Er woke up early the next morning, there was only Abey by his side, and after asking, he found out that Wang Dai had dragged out of the dust to the backyard early in the morning. After Yang Er had breakfast, he also took Abeyi to Ma Shumou's backyard, he knew that there were now two places to go around, one was the movable type carving workshop that Wang Dai and Chuchen were very interested in, and now more than ten craftsmen were gathered here to carve a regular script font on a small clay block, and after carving, these clay blocks were of the same size and size, and there was a special person to put them in the furnace to dry. After drying and shaping, they are neatly placed in a wooden box. First, in the courtyard next to him, Uncle Ma led the virgin mother to personally guide more than a dozen young workers to fiddle with something by a big pool, Yang Er couldn't name these equipment, only knew that these were special paper drying tools, and the pool was full of white paste-like liquid. Ma Shumou on the side kept sprinkling a white thing into the pool.

"Brother Ma, what are you throwing into it?" Yang Er also asked curiously.

"Brother, you don't understand, if you want to make white paper with high purity, you have to sprinkle this whitening thing, which you can understand as talcum powder." Uncle Ma said proudly.

Another pool also has Ma Shumou's apprentices who are doing according to his method. In Yang Er's opinion, everything is going well. It is estimated that the first batch of finished paper will be seen soon.

After turning around, Yang Er returned to Wang Dai and Chuchen's workshop. At this time, the second daughter seemed to be working very seriously, just as Yang Er was not there, and ignored Yang Er who came closer. The two of them, one of them kept writing on one end of the cube-like clay block mold; One is inspecting the finished movable type that has been baked, and if there is a crack, it will be picked out and recast. The two of them are very serious. Yang Er felt that he had become a superfluous person here, and he didn't even have a person to talk to, so he also walked back to his study with interest.

"Xiao Yi! Grind ink for brother. Yang Er rolled up his cuffs and said to Abeyi behind him.

I also have some time for this time, and after the afternoon, I will go to the Luzhou military camp to inspect the newly equipped troops. This time period is completely enough for Yang Ermo to write a "Three Character Classic".

"At the beginning of man, nature is good. Sex is similar, Xi is far away----" An hour later, Yang Er's study heard the sound of Abeyi reading, and she read the full text of the "Three Character Classic" that Yang Er had just written silently. It's just that Yang Er deleted all the content that should not be in this era in his dictation, making the content much less.

It is rare to write so many words, and Yang Er now hates using a brush. I write so-so, but I'm tired of writing. But under the existing technical conditions, it is completely impossible to make a fountain pen or ballpoint pen, which are the products of modern industrialization, and Yang Er does not dare to ask for extravagance. You can pluck a few goose feathers and try to write with a quill pen, Yang Er thought about this.

"Xiao Yi, take this "Three Character Classic" to the backyard and hand it to Wang Dai, and let her make the characters on it first."

After listening to Yang Er's instructions, Abeyi immediately took the paper on which he had written and ran to the backyard. After a while, I saw Abeyi running back out of breath again.

"Master, Sister Dai asked you to come over for a while."

"Alas! I knew it. Yang Er stood up weakly and followed Abeyi to the backyard.

Before arriving at Wang Dai's workshop in the backyard, I heard Wang Dai reading the "Three Character Classic" loudly, and heard Chuchen shouting loudly: "Brother Shi is really a god!" ”

"How did Sister Chuchen know now that her brother is a fairy Linfan?" Yang Er triumphantly stepped into the room, shaking the folding fan and shaking his head.

"Brother, is this really what you wrote? According to the little sister, this is a book for children's enlightenment! Xiaomei only watched it twice, and she could almost recite it. Izumi smiled and said.

This "Three Character Classic" was originally a book for 6-year-old children to learn words, but it also contains many historical allusions and the truth of life, this is the best children's enlightenment textbook, if it can be printed into a book, when the first thousands of copies are printed, bound and handed over to the countryside for private acquaintance, as a teaching material. But the fantasy stories told by my brother can be slowed down into books. ”