Chapter 67

He did not care to copy the volume of ancient books, but took Jiang Chan to talk about the movable type printing.

Jiang Chan thought hard for a long time in combination with the records about movable type printing she had seen in Chinese books. "I think we can make clay movable type, carve the desired words on the font, burn them, and finally typeset them in the font. It should be done."

The more Jiang Sen thought about it, the more feasible it was. He walked around the study with his hands on his back. He wished he could see the finished font with his own eyes now. Lin gave him a move when he saw Jiang Sen's anxious appearance.

"Isn't there a brick kiln firing pottery in the town? You can go there and ask if others can burn such a font first? It's not too late for you to make plans later."

Jiang Sen immediately took uncle Zhong to the brick kiln in the east of the town. It's rare to see that Jiang Sen is so obsessed with food. Jiang Chan is very surprised.

Lin Shi looked at Jiang Chan and said, "your father is excited. When he really makes these things according to what you said, it will be good after this fresh energy."

Ginger cicada is silent.

Since Jiang Chan casually said something about movable type printing, Jiang Sen became obsessed with it. Whenever he had time, he ran to the brick kiln in the east of town. On weekdays, his friends shouted that he would not go to the party.

Several of Jiang Sen's friends fell in love. This afternoon, just after school, Jiang Sen cleaned up a little and was ready to leave the college. As a result, he was stopped by Li Ruisi and other friends.

Li Ruisi is still carrying a fan in the cold weather. The fox's eyes stare at Jiang Sen with a smile: "Jinzhi, there's something wrong with you recently. What are you doing?"

"Yes, it's mysterious. What are you doing?"

"I think you always go to Zhendong recently. What else is there to see in Zhendong except the brick kiln?"

"I don't know. What beautiful women are there in this brick kiln?"

Jiang Sen frowned: "go, go, can you talk nonsense? You want to know? I'll show you."

This is also Jiang Sen's idea early in the morning. Good things should be shared with friends.

As soon as Jiang Sen said this, everyone knew that there was something strange. They all followed Jiang Sen to the brick kiln in the east of the town.

The owner of the brick kiln immediately laughed when he saw Jiang Sen. recently, Jiang Sen is a big customer here and has taken care of a lot of his business. Especially this clay movable type, he made a lot of money.

"Master Jiang, I have prepared all the clay movable type you want. Do you want to take it back now or not?"

Although I don't understand what Jiang Sen wants this clay movable type to do, they have to supply what guests want. Jiang Sen glanced at a few friends who were still confused, and impolitely stuffed the clay movable type brought up by his master's house into their arms.

He was worried that no one would help to transport it back to Jiang's house today. Is there a ready-made candidate to send it? The corners of Jiang Sen's mouth are warped. Is his excitement so beautiful?

After all, this thing is made of clay. It's still very heavy. Several friends all turned pale. A line of six people went back to Jiang's house panting with six big boxes.

Literati are like this. Almost all of them are weak. After arriving at Jiang's house and drinking several bowls of tea in a row, Li Ruisi was relieved.

Li Ruisi wiped his sweat: "I'll say first. If it's not something strange, I'll leave immediately."

"Yes, he also took us to do coolies for you. Brother Jin, you are so unkind."

Jiang Sen waved his hand: "don't be impatient, don't be impatient! Jiang Zhong! Jiang Zhong!"

Jiang Zhong is naturally uncle Zhong. Hearing Jiang Sen's summons, he immediately came over with two square iron plates with several paper bags in them. Wang Ma followed with two iron plates and looked at the people in the underground hall.

Jiang Chan held Lin's hand and walked slowly behind. When Lin came in, he saw the wooden boxes and immediately brightened his eyes: "the font is ready?"

"Isn't it? Several friends helped move back."

Jiang Sen is not the one who breaks the bridge. He points to his five friends who are tired and paralyzed in the Taishi chair and gives Jiang Chan a gift. Several people received this gift from Jiang Chan and hurriedly sat upright.

"Little cicada, let's start now?"

Jiang Chan naturally nodded and agreed. She took the ancient book borrowed by Jiang Sen and Li Ruisi a few days ago and turned to the front page. There were a lot of words. Just start from this page.

Uncle Zhong had an eye to move the iron plate with a frame. Jiang Chan easily opened several paper bags on it, which was a kind of gray medicine.

Wang Ma and uncle Zhong spread the medicine evenly on the bottom of the iron plate. Jiang Sen has been looking for the corresponding font according to the ancient books. After finding the corresponding font, he put the font in the iron plate according to the layout of the ancient books.

How many people don't understand now? Li Ruisi took a breath and squeezed it out. Jiang Sen looked carefully at a font. He found that these fonts were of the same size, with words engraved on the top, and the font was engraved reversely. If they were turned over and stained with ink, wouldn't they be the correct words?

This time, Jiang Sen was completely surrounded by five friends. It didn't take long for a page to be typeset. Jiang Chan pursed her lips and asked Uncle Zhong to bake with fire at the bottom of the typesetting iron plate, making the medicine in the chassis melt slightly.

Then flatten the words with the iron plate just brought in by Wang Ma, so as to become a real version. Next, it's time to brush ink. Li Ruisi has to rob Jiang Sen's work this time and brush ink on the font with an inkstone.

A talkative friend stopped talking now. He quickly took off a piece of paper, quickly covered it on the inked font, pressed it gently, and took off the paper.

Jiang Sen had already sat down and looked at several people working. Li Ruisi leaned over and saw that everyone was very clear, which was much faster than seriously copying books.

When his slender fox eyes narrowed, he saw Jiang Sen sitting on one side: "Jinzhi, why didn't I know you had such a talent?"

Jiang Sen blew the tea in the tea bowl, "this is our little..."

Lin quickly pinched Jiang Sen's arm. Jiang Sen's fingers trembled and immediately changed his mouth: "I racked my brains to think of it. How can you easily see it?"

Li Ruisi naturally saw Lin's action. He narrowed his eyes. Since Lin didn't let him say it, it's estimated that it's reasonable for her. Moreover, Jiang Sen has already taken his own body, and it's meaningless to ask again.