Without wasting time, she went directly to visit Cheng Cheng.
Even though Cheng Cheng was already prepared, he was still frightened by Jiang Pengji's efficiency.
"Uncle Cheng, my nephew came to visit this time, and shamelessly asked my uncle to do my nephew a favor."
Jiang Pengji went straight to the point, omitting complicated greetings and greetings, and went straight to the subject after saying hello.
Cheng Cheng hadn't seen Jiang Pengji for many years, but he had been following news about her, and had a very high basic impression of her.
If someone else asked this, he would probably frown secretly. Jiang Pengji said this, but he asked patiently.
"My nephew said it straight, if he can help, he will naturally not refuse."
Cheng Cheng sent his wife and children away early in the morning, and now there are only him and Jiang Pengji who came to visit in the hall.
Jiang Pengji moved Hei Shen Heizi beside him to him, and then pushed it in front of Cheng Cheng, motioning for the other party to open.
Cheng Cheng wondered in his heart, and still did as he did.
The audience in the live broadcast room thought that Jiang Pengji had prepared some trump card, and one by one excitedly waited for Cheng Cheng to reach out and open the box.
When Cheng Cheng unlocked the lock with his slightly thin hands with thick calloused knuckles and opened the box, the audience in the live broadcast room was disappointed.
What... I thought there was some treasure in the box, but it turned out to be a thick piece of paper with a white color.
Cheng Cheng was also surprised. When he looked up at Jiang Pengji, he saw a peaceful smile on the corner of the boy's lips, which made him frown.
When he picked up the knife paper, the touch of the knife made Cheng Cheng discover the clue.
"This is not bamboo paper."
He spoke in a statement.
In order to hide Cheng Cheng's tens of thousands of books, Jiang Pengji secretly supplied a large amount of bamboo paper, which was of good quality.
Cheng Cheng loves books like his life, and most of his time is wasted on copying books. He has been dealing with bamboo paper for several years, how can he not see the difference between the two? Even if their colors are not much different, the touch feeling after starting is very different, and you will know the difference when you touch them.
Jiang Pengji said, "It's really not bamboo paper, this kind of paper can be called 'xuan paper' by Uncle Cheng."
Cheng Cheng repeated doubtfully, "Xuan paper? Newly made by your papermaking company?"
"It can't be regarded as a new one. It has been made for many years, but it has not been released to the public."
No wonder... Cheng Cheng nodded as he listened, and for a while, he began to grind ink and wrote a few words on the "xuan paper".
Seeing his flowing script and vigorous handwriting, many viewers became his fans in minutes.
Jiang Pengji smiled and asked Cheng Cheng, "How does Uncle Cheng think of the quality of this 'xuan paper'?"
Cheng Cheng put the pen away, looked at the words on the "xuan paper", stroked his beard with satisfaction, and smiled, "It is tough and moisturizing, smooth but not slippery, and the ink is very moisturizing, it is indeed a good paper. Dense and white, the texture is clean and tidy, it is really the best."
When he started writing just now, Cheng Cheng found that the rice paper was very easy to dissolve. He hesitated to use the pen, and the paper could form a grinding ball.
The words written are moist and plump, and when he runs the pen, it is like flowing water, which makes him addicted to it.
Not only that, the paper thickness of the rice paper was very uniform and free of impurities. He sipped it with his fingers, and it seemed that he could fold it quite well.
Cheng Cheng stroked Xu and said, "My nephew's papermaking workshop wants to sell these 'xuan paper'?"
Jiang Pengji smiled without saying a word. She motioned Cheng Cheng to open the folded rice paper, which contained a mystery.
Cheng Cheng was astonished. With the incident just now, he was full of expectations for the next surprise.
The newly made rice paper is very large, and there are hundreds of sheets in one knife, which can be cut as needed.
The black box where the rice paper was placed before was not large, so the rice paper should naturally be folded into a long strip.
Cheng Cheng unfolded it, and found that there were still several sheets of paper full of ink written on it.
The characters on the paper are full of arrogance and arrogance.
Cheng Cheng said, "My nephew has become more diligent again."
This handwriting is much better written than before.
Cheng Cheng took a closer look at the content on the paper, and found that it was an "article" with no content and disorganized order. , all garbled!
He was puzzled and looked at the second one, but it was still garbled.
The third one is still garbled.
The fourth picture, still I don't know the so-called garbled...
Cheng Cheng blinked suspiciously, not knowing what Jiang Pengji was doing for him, commenting on her words
After flipping through more than a dozen sheets in a row, a flash of light flashed in Cheng Cheng's mind, and he finally found out that something was wrong.
He quickly spread out a dozen sheets of paper, placed them on the desk, and then folded the sheets one by one, revealing only the first column of characters. Putting them together again, he found that these characters were exactly the same in size, shape, and stroke thickness!
No matter how powerful calligraphers are, it is impossible for them to write more than a dozen characters that can be completely overlapped and flawless.
"Nephew, is this stamped?"
Cheng Cheng quickly wanted to understand the key.
Only when the seal is stamped can the handwriting be guaranteed to be 100% consistent.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "The principle is the same, but that thing shouldn't be considered a seal."
Even though Cheng Cheng had a lot of knowledge, now he couldn't figure out what Jiang Pengji was thinking.
He smiled wryly, as if begging for mercy, "Nice nephew, don't betray yourselves, anyway, leave a little face for the old man."
Jiang Pengji took out a few wood seals from the dark compartment of the box, and there were a few words engraved on them, which were the first words of those pieces of paper.
She said, "Uncle Cheng has already seen the rice paper, and then look at these wooden prints, what do you think?"
Cheng Cheng took the wooden seals and found that they were the same size and shape, side by side, perfectly satisfying the obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He is not a fool, Jiang Pengji reminded him so clearly that he had a little more idea in his mind.
That's right... Why didn't he think of this way
If you use this kind of wood print to arrange the content you want, and print it on it, isn't it an article
Sure enough, she said, "A few years ago, my nephew was ignorant and used bamboo paper to deceive my uncle's family of tens of thousands of books, and even made my uncle copy it hard. I don't know how much energy and time it took, but after being scolded and taught by my father, my nephew felt deeply guilty. After deep reflection, the little nephew suddenly thought of this method. If you let the carpenter carve the commonly used characters as wood seals, and if you want to print any book on weekdays, you can use the wood seal to print out the content of the book, and you can print it out in a moment. Isn't one copy more convenient and faster than manual transcription?"
Cheng Cheng felt that his heart was beating wildly, and he was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the things in his hand, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Jiang Pengji seemed to be gentle, but she was actually a little aggressive, "Uncle Cheng has collected tens of thousands of books in the hope that they will be widely circulated, so that future generations can appreciate the civilization and glory of their predecessors? The isolated book is precious, but if something happens, it will be destroyed. If the book is published, no one will know the contents of the orphaned book. The little nephew remembers it clearly, and this is what Uncle Cheng has always regretted. If everyone has one copy of the book, even if an irresistible disaster occurs, it will always be passed down to future generations. Does this make sense, nephew?"