At the same time as the people in the back house of the Liu Si in Guangzhou were thinking about the situation, a group of visitors of all shapes and appearances were also welcomed by the small river outside Guangzhou.
Among them, the oldest person with a blue shirt and loose robe is the Annan scholar Qiu Huan, who is still strong in spirit and still has a strong spirit, but is witty and humorous.
Then, it is Fan Chuo who always maintains a meticulous image no matter where he is, and looks like a fellow Annan, who is a kind of gentleman, and is now the chief official of the household.
And the youngest one looks quite elegant and handsome, but he is faintly depressed and frowning; he is the former celebrity (spy) who has recently been relaxed; Pi Rixiu;
Accompanied by Fan Zhuo and Qiu Huan, who are important officials of the left-behind department, they came to a workshop on the edge of the Xiaojiang River; nowadays, there are many mushrooms springing up on the edge of the Xiaojiang tributary near Guangfu. , New hydraulic workshops and workshops driven by huge water wheels and rotating shafts.
It’s just that with the constant clanging of work and the roar of mechanism rotation and impact all day long, there are also many sewage streams of different shades that flow into the rivers along the ditches and pools, and let the nearby The color of the water on the shore became a bit colorful.
It’s not surprising that they are quite knowledgeable people. You have to know that all kinds of waterwheels, waterwheels, water dragons, water rollers, and water rollers have frequently appeared in civilian applications; but no one thought that they could be more sophisticated and compact. The structure is so centralized that it can replace a lot of manpower.
They came to a special workshop this time. When they got closer, they could smell the heavy carbon ink mixed with castor oil. When they got closer, they could smell a trace of pig iron and castor oil. The fishy smell mixed together after the paper heats up.
After entering the hall, the noisy people and the strong smell of hot wind rushed forward, and they were walking around on the mechanism that looked like a small building with many large and small hubs and shafts. The expression was solemn and serious. The uniformed service and craftsmanship all show that this is a workshop that uses water power to print.
"Leather, this is what I want to call you to see in recent days..."
And Qiu Huan, who had been unraveling Pi Rixiu on the road, also seldom constricted and said with a serious expression.
"If you have any thoughts or thoughts, feel free to ask..."
However, Pi Rixiu had already opened his mouth wide and lost his voice on the spot. Although he had had his own experience of setting up a bookstore and a printing workshop in his early years and the corresponding regrets, he was only invited by a senior carpenter to carve some woodblocks, and then used it. The bluestone ink is stamped on the paper; but how can you ever see such a scene where hundreds of people are running and operating a huge machine at the same time.
"Excuse me, what name is this called..."
It took him a while to recover a little, and pointed to the whole dish of things that a worker had taken down from the four-walled corridors.
"Mr. Hui, these are the movable type carved from lead and bronze,"
The opponent stopped for a while and responded without time to think.
"As long as they are arranged one by one in the slot bed of the printing machine, it is the corresponding article to be printed..."
Of course, the threshold for trying movable type printing throughout the entire era is actually not as troublesome as most of the later generations think; in fact, in the earlier era of this era, some cements used to repair the engraving and firing into pottery movable type were unearthed. . It is only for a long time that the ancients have tried tin type, wood type, copper type, lead type, clay type, etc., before they have determined the more durable copper and lead alloy type.
"Is this grate oil..."
Then Pi Rixiu noticed that the ink they used was also unusual. It seems that the sticky oil is filled in a special leaky barrel at a high position of the machine, and it flows slowly along the guide groove to the thick roller, and then is wiped out evenly by the horizontal brush, and then it is lowered and rolled again. On those layers of fonts.
"As Mr. said, the ink and the paper attached to the grate oil are very good, not easy to be stained, faded, and only need to be dried slightly afterwards..."
Then Pi Rixiu paid attention to a detail here. Although there are a lot of people running here, in fact, only three or five workers take turns to take care of the water-powered rotary printing press, refilling ink, feeding materials, and cleaning at intervals; a single machine can be used for twelve hours a day. Tens of thousands of pages were printed in operation.
If it is a printing workshop, dozens of machines will start printing at the same time. Coupled with the typesetting organs whose shelves are generally raised and lowered, it is not a problem to print hundreds or thousands of books every day.
After all, the content of most books in the entire era is still quite concise and concise, unlike later generations that are extremely complicated and thoughtful, and the tomes are poured out of the long-form; this way, once they are formed on a sufficient scale, they can be sold and circulated on the market. The cost of books was reduced to one-sixth to one-tenth of the original.
We must know that although there have been engraving and printing in this era, the prices of books are still high and the sources are limited, so that many people want to read and prepare to copy them; this will also be an important advantage under the rebel regime. And point of profit. Soon the docking of a big ship on the river broke the orderly sound here again.
The crowds who got busy with the whistle blew, loaded and unloaded from the boat truck after truck of ink and bundles of various new papers; among them, there were both high-end mulberry paper and cheap and rough ones. Jute paper; there are also hydrated pine smoke ink with a familiar and clear smell, and oily pyrene ink.
It's like feeding an invisible gluttonous monster that can't eat at all. Then it turned into a rough book that was transported out of the trolley from the other end. The book was bound and cut with burrs left. As long as the cover and wrapping were pasted, it would be a serious new book.
But compared to Pi Rixiu, after the initial shock and impulse, a certain mixed feeling, not even a taste, followed; he can imagine that once this kind of thing is widely spread, the world will be crazy about it. And chasing scenes; especially those scholars who were born in poverty and were shy in their pockets.
But why this kind of things that are good for the country and the people enough to spread and spread to future generations are always the same and cannot be used by the court, but appear in the hands of these grass thieves who kill officials and rebels and persecute the powerful and powerful families as commonplace? Is it today? Is the kingdom really a sign of the absence of destiny, or is it time for the ancient aristocrats who have consistently mastered the path of teaching the way to the world
He can even imagine that after the spread of such cheap books; the so-called propositions and truths of the grass thieves who were originally like horrors have since got rid of the limitations of the fallacies and deviations of word of mouth, and truly have The folks have formed the basis and prerequisite for the corresponding trend of thought and speech. He can even imagine the response and linkage of poor scholars who are struggling with hunger and lack of progress after seeing these books of tales.
And what I have seen in the village, forcing young and strong children and children who have been taught crude words, relying on these books can easily understand and accept the heresy of the grass thief. Instead of being limited by the way of preaching and teaching karma by private words and deeds like the past masters and disciples, the easy bewitching has created a large number of blind followers who naturally accept and support the cult of the grass thief.
In addition, those grass thieves are setting up the workshops, once they learn to be used by the grass thieves in the future; it is simply cutting off the roots and influence of the old government, and no longer intends to use the foundation of the imperial court; and taking a deeper step from the long-term perspective To act in this way is also cutting down and digging out the footsteps of the family of clans who claim to be the family business of passing scriptures and pursuing studies.
Although he feels disgusting for those family members who dominate their knowledge and monopolize the way to advancement, but thinking of the prospects and possibilities of these "sweet sweeps" and "the word fall", he still can't help but give birth to negative aspects such as shuddering, loss and emptiness. Emotions come.
His surprises and shocks have been accumulating, and he has gone through a whole night of tossing and sighing repeatedly, and he was taken back to the harbor by the sea without knowing it; he saw a man walking tremblingly off the boat. After the person, he suddenly vented like a trigger.
"Brother Lu Wang?!!! Is that you, Brother Lu Wang?"
Lu Guimeng, who is not a word for words, did not expect that after he fell into the hands of Wang Sanlun, the "poisonous sarcophagus" who claimed to "bite a bite to the bone", there would be another day in his life. He thought that he would end up slowly dying of illness in Suzhou jail, but suddenly he was taken out one day and sent to Hangzhou nonstop.
Then he gradually realized that what he could get out of the hands of the cool official, Wang Sanlun, was the face and the means of Dong Chang, the Badu Tuan who occupied the great tycoon in Hangzhou; but as things that had been swallowed by Wang Cishi, those It is impossible for the family property, including the confiscated land, house and property, to return.
And his family members and relatives were also exiled and fleeing; Fuli Township, the prosperous Lujiacun at the foot of Guzhu Mountain, were all gone in a blink of an eye, and only his dying bones were left. .
However, what surprised him was that Dong Chang and Dong Tuanlian, who had freed him, had no intention of meeting him or admonishing him. Instead, he spent three or four days of training in his frustrated mood. After that, he sent a large ocean ship to the sea without stopping.
By the time he came all the way faintly on his boat, he was already in the middle of the Guangzhou port city that had fallen into the hands of the grass thief. This simply left him inexplicably and inexplicably overwhelmed with grief and anger. Who is it that spent so much time concocting and tossing him
At the moment when he saw the other party waiting on the trestle bridge, Lu Guimeng's confusion and doubts that had been trapped in his heart, burst out like a sudden solution. This is surprisingly the old friend and best friend who is said to have voted for the grass thief and was so exhausted by it.
"Ximei, Ximei, you have hurt me..."
However, the thoughts and conversations that accumulated a thousand words on Lu Guimeng's mouth could only turn into a loud sigh:
In the distance, a person who had just walked down was also watching this scene with interesting curiosity.
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