After a day, Zhao Yun came to the small valley again, and at this moment he was only accompanied by Zhang He.

Seeing the printed pages, Zhao Yun frowned, and suddenly remembered the thread-bound books he had read in the home of an old pedant in the county town when he was a child in his previous life.

In my last life, my parents died too early, and I don't remember the appearance of cotton shoes. It seems that there is an old family next door to the orphanage, and they often use paste to glue together pieces of old cloth.

However, how exactly is the paste made? He slapped his thigh suddenly, startling Zhang He, who was reading excitedly next to him.

Hebei people like to eat dumplings in later generations, and dumplings are made of flour, which must have strong adhesion.

The purity of flour today is naturally not as good as that of 2,000 years later, and there is still a lot of wheat bran mixed in it, but it can still be sticky.

As soon as he thought of it, Zhao Yun immediately instructed Zhao De to let his subordinates prepare the paste.

It's still good in this era, when the owner's mouth moves, there are others to help you do it.

In order to identify which ratio is most appropriate, several types of paste are made.

The first wooden basin was moved over, Zhao Yun's face was green, drier than the driest porridge, how to glue the pages?

Zhang He also came to be interested, anyway, the pages of the book are there, and there will be time in the future, commanding on the side, and trying pots and basins.

Zhao De asked people to make a record, and Zhao Yun poked his head to take a look: a little flour and a little water, boiled into a paste.

At that moment, he sighed and taught them to concretize and digitize the records.

Seeing the glued books, a room full of people even burst into tears.

Although many people are not at all aware of the impact of the emergence of epoch-making books on history. After all, the first time I saw it, it was not the same as the bulky bamboo and wood slips.

"What is this?" Zhang He hadn't paid attention before, immersed in the joy of paper books, and he pointed to punctuation.

"Sentence reading, or punctuation." Zhao Yun was very apprehensive in his heart and replied casually.

The gradual demise of the family was at the end of the Tang Dynasty, to be precise, it was the Huangchao Uprising, killing local tyrants everywhere, caring if your family was not a family, plowing the court and sweeping the holes, basically eradicating.

What appeared in the Tang Dynasty was engraving printing, but Zhao Yun directly said the principle of movable type printing in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Zhang He's age is not young, and he even has a few children, but his vision will never be as good as Xun Shuang's old birds.

The three of them had been in pain and happiness for days, and they had never been so tired, until the four of them came.

The Zhao family and the Mengxue gentlemen, many of the scholars who came to study were led by teachers to learn art, and the level was still above them.

For this reason, without waiting for Zhao Yun to explain, Xun Shuang and the others waved their hands and divided the students into grades.

The kind of Mengtong who has no foundation is naturally the dish of the Xixi people of Zhending and Changshan.

Among the short people, choose the tallest ones, not all of them are low-level, and they can also choose a few levels among them, who can teach scholars who are new to literature and ink.

Zhao Yun took the newly bound books and came directly to the sacrificial wine study, which has been occupied by Xun Shuang now.

Anyway, the sacrificial wine itself is nominal, and after he leaves, Yanzhao Academy must have a leader.

Sometimes, Zhao Yun even wondered if he was like the later generations, and the whole honor sacrifice wine came out.

"What is this?" Xun Shuang was a little displeased, and saw his son-in-law commanding his subordinates to move large bags of things to the study.

Weng and his son-in-law were alone, and Zhao Yun spoke very directly: "Father-in-law, please take a look!" ”

Xun Shuang is high, otherwise it would be impossible for him to resolutely withdraw from the officialdom.

Originally, in time and space, if it weren't for the pressure of officialdom, he was afraid that the Xun family's sons and nephews would suffer, and it was estimated that he would not go out of the mountain again.

But at this moment, how can Xun Ciming have a half-clear appearance?

The beard that is usually well maintained, he stroked it fiercely, what kind of son-in-law did God send him? It can't be described as going against the sky.

The paper is smoother than it has ever been, and it is ingenious to glue each piece of paper together to become a book. Despite the different font sizes, this new thing is bound to leverage the intellectual fabric of the whole world.

"Is this a new type of sentence reading?" Xun Shuang has such a vision, he doesn't need his son-in-law to explain, and he found out immediately.

"Father-in-law Mingjian." Zhao Yun smiled, seeing the old man's excited appearance, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

The appearance of books will inevitably cause the crazy suppression of the family, and the great family must do everything possible to monopolize knowledge, otherwise it is impossible for them to continue to dominate society.

First and foremost, it is the people who push the books out of the box, who are under the most pressure.

When Cai Yong and Zhao Wen were approached, they thought that Xun Shuang had something to discuss.

As soon as they saw the books, the two were no longer calm.

Zhao Wen's appearance was the most intoxicated, he gently stroked the slightly rough title page, his eyes closed, and he smelled the ink.

"Yun'er, it's rosin, right?" He showed even more loving eyes, wishing that this son was his own son.

However, Zhao Wen knew very well that it was better to help as a clan uncle. 、

If you really want Zhao Yun to pass on to you, it doesn't matter if you really want Zhao Yun to pass on to you, it doesn't matter if you really want the Zhao family to do it, anyway, Zhao Meng is worrying about the matter of the family's heir day and night.

But in the Zhao family of Shu County, the old man shook his head and suppressed unnecessary distractions.

"Uncle, it's Rosin." Zhao Yun smiled bitterly: "Actually, what kind of materials are in it, Yun is not very clear, they are all made by craftsmen." ”

"The recipe must be kept secret," Cai Yong turned his head and said solemnly: "The best!" ”

The old man is so ruthless? Seeing his beheading posture, Zhao Yun couldn't believe that this was his father-in-law, who had always been gentle and elegant.

"Come, come here," Cai Yong also felt a little too much, and he changed the subject: "What do you mean by reading these sentences or punctuation?" The old man didn't understand. ”

He is such a person, straight to the point, maybe it is also the reason why he lost his life in the original trajectory.

In the eyes of the world, Dong Zhuo is a heinous bastard, sleeping in the palace, living in the palace, and changing emperors at will.

But Cai Bojiao felt that Dong Zhongying was his own Bole, and even went to mourn.

"Father-in-law, this is a comma, indicating that the sentence has not been finished." Zhao Yun complained in his heart, pointing out one by one.

"This is a full stop, and using it means the end of the sentence."

"An exclamation point is the tone of admiration or exclamation of the speaker."

"The dash, in Yun's view, is sometimes similar to the function of the colon, which is to explain the words or characters in front of it."

Listening to what he said there, the three old men had already been numb to the shock.

From Zhao Yun's birth to the present, jaw-dropping things have happened one after another, and it is not strange.

"Brother Ciming, I'm sorry for you to go back to Yingchuan." After all, Zhao Wen has been in the officialdom for the longest time, and he began to assign tasks: "The old man will go to the capital in person." ”

"Brother Bo Xian, you will sit in Zhending and deal with the family in Jizhou. The old man arranged it like this, but he didn't want the appearance of books and sentences to be monopolized by a few big clans. ”

Subsequently, he instructed Zhao Yun to let the family of Jingzhou and Yangzhou contact the family and come to discuss the promotion of books.

There are some things that the young Zhao Yun may think about too complicated, but once they are made public, they will become simpler.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

(This chapter is written with some incomprehensible ideas, and I hope that readers will continue to say three times, three rivers, three rivers, and important things.) Anyway, it won't be a few days before the weekend ends. ）