The military camp has been dusty for the past few days, and it is Xu Huang who is practicing his flying tiger riding hard, and the entire school martial arts field is filled with the sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing.

Ever since Jin Yang had seen the White Horse Yicong, he was deeply shocked by the combat power of that iron cavalry, and vowed to train a leading Saibei Xiongshi.

Huangfu Biao seems to have nothing to do, the scout can already take charge on his own, and even deduces the Eight Extremes Technique to the whole army, and he, the captain, is simply doing nothing.

Huang Zhong is the same, the sharpshooter battalion has been tempered, everyone can open a stone hard bow, shoot 500 steps, and even more, three arrows in his hand can shoot a bead stunt, which is very powerful.

Huangfu Biao once wanted to learn Huang Zhong's divine shooting, but he lacked talent, did not have the due eyesight, arm strength and wind speed perception, this kind of god-level archer is one in a million, the innate factor is very critical, and it is difficult to create the acquired effort.

"Where is this going, General?"

Huang Fu Biao inadvertently walked in front of the vendor selling osmanthus cakes, and met Huang Zhong who came to buy osmanthus cakes.

"Brother Hansheng, come to buy osmanthus cake again? Didn't you say that you wouldn't let the little boy eat this sweet and phlegm-producing thing? ”

"The general doesn't know, the child has not eaten this cake for a year, practiced martial arts hard, and his body is gradually healing, and now it is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will buy a little to relieve his hunger!"

Huangfu Biao couldn't help but be overjoyed, to see the hawker skillfully buckle the cake out of the mold, the beautiful word of blessing printed on the cake, very gratifying, and so the sweet and glutinous aroma came to the nose, and the surroundings were immediately surrounded by gluttonous children.

"Why is the general staring at the peddler in a daze, what's so strange?"

Huang Fu Biao pointed to the process of making cakes from the vendor and said, "Brother Hansheng, you see, this person uses a mold of Fu characters to print the word Fu on each cake, which is very fast. No matter what kind of books in the world are made of words into sentences, and sentences into chapters, if you carve a mold for each word and print it on paper, wouldn't it be much faster than copying a book? ”

Huang Zhong didn't expect that his own general would see the subtleties and touch the bypass, and the common osmanthus cake buckle mold that everyone would associate with printing books.

"But this mold of thousands of words is huge and complex, and it is not easy to print!"

"It's okay, it's just that this mold is too big, and you need to be able to carve a small seal carefully before it can be printed on paper!"

The longer Huangfu Biao grows, the more excited he becomes, he seems to have found a shortcut to copy the collection of books and copy them in batches, and now he can draw a large number of unique classics from Dongguan, and even the most lacking military books and internal affairs, strange craftsmanship, Mojia mastery, etc., can be perfectly mass-produced, and his Jishi Academy will not lack books.

"There is a capable man in the west of the city, who is nicknamed Walnut Monster, and is famous for being able to carve characters with walnuts, so the general may wish to ask him to try it, and he should be able to make this mold."

"Thank you brother for telling me, I took the first step!"

When Huang Zhong bowed his hand to say goodbye, the emperor had already turned over his horse and ran to the west of the city.

There are many hawkers in the west of the city, and there are many of them, and they are particularly prosperous.

All kinds of business shops and stalls, from the street to the end of the street, medicinal herbs, furs, precious stones, porcelain, tea, antiques, and even some jugglers, it is really everything, so lively.

Huang Fu Biao turned around, and finally stopped at a small shop, where an old man was sleeping by the stall, a straw hat over his face, and a slight snoring sound.

The stalls are full of walnuts, there are crane bones of immortals, there are ghost-faced Yamas, there are smiling faces of Maitreya, there are mighty and majestic martial artists, there are also scholars with good literary qualities, their shapes are different, lifelike, it is really ingenious and amazing.

"Thirty pieces of text, Tong Su is not bullied, do not disturb if you are sincere!"

An offer came from under the straw hat, but the straw hat was not even lifted, so it didn't sound like an offer, more like an eviction order.