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The cold dew has arrived, the weather has turned from cool to cold, the days are short and the nights are long, although the sky has been brightened, but the heaven and earth are still hidden in the gray sea of fog, the Yangtze River and the river side of Wuchang, Hanyang, Hankou three places, are shrouded in dense fog. The morning was a bit sombre.

Despite the darkness of the day, the streets were crowded with pedestrians as usual.

In less than a year, the city of Wuchang, which was once burned by the fire, has resumed its former prosperity, this once empty, as far as the eye can see, the city is full of burning ruins, at this time has completely changed its appearance, the streets and alleys are more spacious than in the past, the houses are more magnificent, and even the people inside and outside the city have reached more than 200,000, so that if you go on, you can't think of next year, this Wuchang will be able to restore the liveliness and prosperity of the 500,000 population in the past.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! China Daily ......"

The barefoot newsboy, running and shouting in the fog, whether it is the newsboy who sells the newspaper or this newspaper, it is a unique thing in Wuchang, and this "China Daily" was founded half a month ago, for ordinary people, this newspaper is the best channel for them to understand the current affairs of the Governor's Office, and for the Governor's Office, this newspaper is the object of their enlightenment thoughts.

"Where is China going? …… Look at Chu Xiangshizi's argument that the Manchu chieftain is not a Chinese person......"

In the sound of selling newspapers, such a sentence suddenly shouted.

"Look at the people who instigated the civil uprising in Hunan Province were executed yesterday! Look at the head of the trial department and say freely - the law must be responsible for the public, and the law will not be gracious! ”

The newspaper was fresh, and even the machine used to print the newspaper, the Western wheel printing machine, was extremely fresh.

In the endless sea of people, a young man who was walking in a hurry suddenly heard "The law must blame the people, and the law will not be gracious!" When he turned his head to look, the newsboy was gone, but there was a fainter and weaker cry from the crowd:

"Look at the decree of the governor's office, an official takes a sedan chair and is dismissed from his official position......"

The young man who was walking in a hurry walked towards the newspaper office. But today, at this time, he did not wear a horse coat, but wore a clean blue cloth Han style Confucian dress, although he has never been famous, but is only a child in his thirties, but he has always regarded himself as a scholar.

In fact, although the Governor's Office requires him to cut his braids, on the other hand, he can't help but wait for everyone to grow his hair and twist his hair into a bun on the top of his head, just like the clothes, and the custom-made official robes in the Governor's Mansion are the same Han style. This always reduces the impact of cutting braids on people.

Under the eyebrows, a pair of eyes that look straight into everything. Listening to the shouts of the newsboy, his brows narrowed slightly, and he slowed down his steps even more, and soon he walked to the newspaper office, and just as he was about to enter the newspaper office, he heard a surprise shout nearby.

"Huairen!"

Listening to someone shouting his own words, Zhao Fengqin looked back, only to see a young man who was also wearing a Han-style Confucian robe, looking at him with joy on his face, this person was only in his twenties, he was ...... It seems to be a little familiar at the look, but I can't remember it for a while.

"Brother Huairen, Zhao Huairen!"

For Li Guansen, who had just come to the book and newspaper hall and was thinking about how to get in, he walked over with a happy face when he saw his acquaintance, and when he got closer, he saluted him.

"Do you remember my little brother, Li Guansen! You and I once lived next to each other at the inn at the foot of Yuelu Mountain......"

Take a closer look, don't you!

In order to seek guidance from a famous teacher, he went to Changsha to seek guidance from a famous teacher, and in the inn under the Yuelu Academy, he had been neighbors with the person in front of him for several months, Li Guansen, Li Cishan!

"Brother Cishan, what are you?"

Finally remembering who this person in front of him was, Zhao Fengqin hurriedly returned the salute.

"To tell you the truth, brother, my younger brother came here this time, and he wanted to take the entrance examination of the Ministry of Engineering, but he never passed this arithmetic level, so he had to return to his hometown and study hard!"

The so-called Ministry of Industry School, is after Xi Zhimo became the director of the Ministry of Industry, a school founded in Wuchang aimed at cultivating basic engineers, after all, now more than a dozen government-run factories need technicians who can work, can work and know the machine, but because of the name of a "Ministry of Industry", it makes many people think about it, thinking that they can enter the Ministry of Industry after graduation.

And Li Guansen is one of the people in this imagination, but when it came to the exam, he found that the Ministry of Engineering School does not have high requirements for articles, but is extremely strict with arithmetic, because of this, he will be brushed down in the initial examination, for him who finally came to Wuchang once, he naturally hopes to see the world here before returning to his hometown in Hunan.

"You and I have been separated for a few years, I don't know where Brother Huairen is now, but in this book and newspaper library?"

High level?

If the typesetter is also a high level, but Zhao Fengqin did not have the slightest inferiority complex, but said with his fists clenched.

"Feng Qin has no success in studying, and he dares to speak up there, but he is just doing a row of words in the newspaper hall!"

"Typesetting? I don't know if Brother Huairen has never seen the scene of the cow dragging machine? ”

Li Guansen's words made Zhao Fengqin immediately understand the other party's intention, for the people who come and go to Wuchang, the most unusual scene in Wuchang is probably the ox pulling machine printing in the printing workshop in the book and newspaper hall, and even those who have good deeds, see the scene, and compose poems to remember it. Obviously, this Li Guansen in front of him is afraid that he also wants to see how this cow drags the machine!

"The car turns over the sea of ink and the wheel is round, and a hundred kinds of strange compilations are passed on; Busy with old cattle and unsolved, don't plough Helong and plant book fields"

Reading this poem on his lips, Zhao Fengqin shook his head and said.

"If the second mountain brother can come two days earlier, it can be seen that the last time I saw this old cow, I am afraid that I will be disappointed now!"

"Oh? Why is that? ”

For Li Guansen, who was about to return to his hometown in Hunan, the reason why he came to this bookstore was to see the scene of the old cow printing books, so that he could show off to outsiders when he returned to his hometown, but now he was a little disappointed when he said this.

"Brother Cishan didn't know that this book and newspaper hall was originally the place where the official documents of the governor's office were printed, and began to use Western hand-cranked rotary rotary machines, although the printing speed was hundreds of copies per hour, but it was still not ideal, and it was quite labor-intensive, so in order to relieve the burden of manpower, the printing office used oxen to pull the machine to print on behalf of manpower, which was a great news at that time. Some literati have written poems to remember it. ”

Explaining the origin of the "Lao Niu Seal Book" in the Book and Newspaper Museum, Zhao Fengqin explained.

"But now after the newspaper library prints newspapers, even if a rotary printing machine is added, the printing speed cannot meet the requirements, so now the book and newspaper library has switched to a steam engine primer, so the old cow naturally does not need to ......use it anymore."

"Oh, I wonder if Brother Huairen can take the little brother to see this steam engine printing book?"

Although he can't see the ox-drawn machine printing book, but Li Guansen still wants to see the world, for this request, Zhao Fengqin naturally did not refuse, in fact, if he wants to see it, he doesn't need to go through himself at all, he only needs to go to the concierge to say a word, and he can enter the visit.

Before people entered the printing workshop, Li Guansen heard the sound of the machine, in the sound of the machine, he was stunned by the scene in front of him when he came to the workshop, only to see that both ends of the workshop were full of thick paper, including printed, there was also unprinted white paper, with the roar of the machine, the paper was printed with words, and dozens of sheets were printed between breaths. He hadn't seen books printed in libraries, but those library printing books could only print hundreds of them every day, which could be compared.

"Huai, Brother Huairen, how fast is this book printed?"

"Six or seven hundred per hour! However, according to Mechanic Peter, this is not the fastest machine, there are even faster machines in Europe! ”

When mentioning the machine, Zhao Fengqin's eyes have some admiration, only close to the machine, understand it, will know its greatness, just like this small printing press, that is, including thousands of parts, what kind of intelligence must be to make this machine?

Looking at the action of automatic paper rolling printing when the printing machine rotates, and then looking at the scene of the iron machine moving with the moving axis, Li Guansen was even more amazed.

"This book printing machine is so exquisite, even if Lu Ban is reincarnated, he will be amazed!"

While admiring the machine, he pondered for a moment and casually said a poem.

"The inscription Mohai rises from a high-rise building, enshrines the immortal Li Yehou; I am afraid that the secretary will not see it, and Wenchang Flame will take the opportunity to lead it". （1）

After casually writing a short poem, Li Guansen shook his head and sighed.

"I can't believe that this iron-cast machine is so ingenious and ...... when I see this machine today."

In Li Guansen's sigh, he looked at the machine again and thought to himself.

"If you bring this printing press back to Hunan and set up a printing house in your hometown, won't you be able to reap the benefits?"

Just when this thought came to his mind, he saw the mountains of paper in this printing room, and thought that since there was this government-run bookstore, the printing of the private bookstore would naturally be affected by it. Although he reads averagely, Li Guansen's mind is quite flexible.

"It seems that this bookstore business can't be done......"

Although Li Guansen's words were not loud, and they were covered by the sound of the operation of the machine, they still reached Zhao Fengqin's ears, and it was convenient to interject when he said this.

"If Brother Cishan wants to do business, you might as well consider machine reeling!"

As a typesetter, Zhao Fengqin in addition to typesetting books and newspapers, also need to arrange some official documents of the governor's office that are not involved in secret, among those official documents, there are not only official documents for the establishment of a silk reeling factory, so he also knows a little about machine silk reeling, which will listen to the idea of running a bookstore from his old friend, so he casually mentioned it.

"Machine reeling? Dude refers to raw silk? ”

"Yes, it is to use the machine to reel raw silk, I Huguang is rich in silkworm cocoons, raw silk, if the brother runs a factory, with the machine to reel raw silk, it will be a great profit! You must know that this machine reeling silk can be used by more than a dozen people! And it only takes thousands of taels to become a factory! ”

Hearing Zhao Fengqin say this, Li Guansen immediately became interested and asked repeatedly.

"Dude, do you know where you need to go if you buy that machine?"

(1) This poem is "Yongmohai Pavilion" a man named Huang Junshan, after seeing the Mohai Bookstore using a cow to pull the machine to print the book, at this time, the last two words are modified here, and the "morning glory" is changed to "machine citation". (To be continued.) )