A few days after Zhang's mother left, the shopkeeper Ji took Li Jinbao and Zhang Da, an engraving craftsman, to the front yard to ask Cui Xie to see Cui Xie. Also printed a border, please enjoy Cui Xie.
The size of the paper is similar to A4 paper, and it is slightly longer. Half of the paper is pure color paper, and the other half of the paper is printed with a border of vermilion tangled flowers and grass on the four sides. There are six lines of grids in the box, and there are natural traces of water splattered at the corners of the paper, which is more elegant. The lower left corner is printed with the fast number of their Zhirong study.
If this paper is compared with the notebooks and letter paper used by modern students, it can be said to be crude. Can really hold it in his hand, feel the smooth and comfortable feel, look at the simple and warm color matching, straight and even border lines, Cui Xie thinks that this note is very delicate and elegant.
-At least there are grids on the paper, which is much stronger than the ordinary bamboo paper and cotton paper that he used to practice calligraphy for many days.
And all its unsatisfactory parts, aren't they just waiting to be changed for him, the transmigrator
He tried to write a few words on the paper, and sure enough, he drank water without getting dizzy, and the writing was smooth and smooth. If you are used to using this kind of paper from the very beginning, I am afraid that you will not be able to write easily with less paper in the future, right
Anyway, he couldn't help but write a few more lines, and silently subtitled the whole paragraph "Zixia asks filial piety".
The two craftsmen looked at him nervously, and the shopkeeper Ji was even more heart-pounding. It was not until he lifted the pen that he held his breath and asked in a low voice, "Does the master think this paper is still eye-catching?"
Li Jinbao rubbed his hands together and smiled and said, "This is out of a hurry. It's not the most exquisite. It can be improved. If you want to look good, you can add some mica powder, and the paper will be shiny."
Zhang Da was more silent, his hands were tangled in his sleeves, but he lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Cui Xie shook his head, and drew a few whole or half-shelled chestnuts on the corner of the paper. He also drew a lot of chestnuts he had eaten in the past two days, and now he can draw with a pen without the real thing. Li Jinbao watched from the side and saw that although he was painting some small things, he seemed to be standing up to make a paper.
Cui Xie smiled lightly: "I learned it before, and I can draw a few strokes. I want to know, if you can print a pattern with different shades of color like this?"
The shopkeeper Ji half-opened his mouth, not daring to say no, and he couldn't say the word "OK", so he was vague and perfunctory.
Li Jinbao was a little anxious, looked at him like a naive child, and said with a forced smile: "How can this be printed? When the plate is carved, the places where the ink is applied on the plate are all even, so it can only be printed in the same shade. , how can this deep and shallow be printed?"
Cui Xie also smiled, and asked him, "Why can't it be printed out? When you color it, some places are darker, and some places are lighter, so why not print it out?"
Li Jinbao used to say: "How can it be that easy, sir, you think too simple, we are old in this business..."
Zhang Da suddenly pulled him, moved closer to Qianyun, stroked a chestnut with simple lines and shadows with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Young master, it might not be easy to print like this all at once, but you can do it. First use light ink to print the deep areas, and then use the pen to outline the lines.”
Finally got to this point.
Cui Xie let out a "uh" and said casually, "How long can I describe it like this? It's too troublesome."
All three nodded, thinking that he was about to withdraw this unreasonable request. He smiled, and in a layman's way, as if he had just thought of it, he said it casually instead of premeditatedly saying: "Then reprint it again with a line engraved, or it will be different in shades of color. , Divide a plate into several pieces for coloring, and then put it together and print it? I don’t think it is difficult.”
Zhang Da's lips opened and closed, and he murmured: "Well, that engraving is easy. I can also engrave one or two editions, but it is not easy to align. What should I do if it is printed..."
They didn't have this technology in their workshop, and Cui Xie didn't know how to operate it on the ground. The chemistry books were not so detailed. But the idea of color registration has been successfully given, can it still be stuck in this step
He patted Zhang Da's shoulder and encouraged: "I know I'm a layman, and I can come up with something imaginative, but the shopkeeper Ji brought you here today because you are the first engraver in our shop. You can try it out for me first. One, you don't have to carve chestnuts, just carve what you are good at, and you don't have to have ink colors, change a few bright colors, so as not to be difficult to separate. Let's take it slow and try it slowly."
Zhang Da lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly looked up at him, and said boldly: "Young master looks up to me, I will definitely do it well. But these days I have to carve new things, so I can't engrave them for the shop, I hope you young master. …”
"Of course I'll pay you for what you carve, whether it's good or bad. If you do it well, you'll get a bonus—if another craftsman does it first, I'll give him the bonus too. Not only the craftsman, but also the Printing, color matching... I have specially allocated fifty taels of silver here, and I will give a bonus to whoever thinks of a way to print the color picture first."
The pupils of the three of them dilated at the same time, swallowed their saliva, and wished they could put their faces into his silver bag. The shopkeeper Ji gritted his teeth and stomped his feet hard: "The villain has to be forgiven by the young master for a serious crime. If he dares to deceive and does not do this job well, God will not allow me! Don't worry, the young master, I will definitely urge the craftsmen to print out what you want as soon as possible when I go back. what you want!"
Cui Xie looked around their faces, smiled and said, "I hope so, I'll wait for your good news."
These techniques were originally researched by literati and craftsmen of the dynasty during the Tianqi and Chongzhen years, and there are no advanced techniques. Although they have not appeared before, as long as the window paper is broken, I am not afraid that these workers will not be able to do it.
As long as the technical problems are overcome, he can have a hard disk in the country... The film, the beauty and beauty in it can be included in the painting, and I am not afraid that the book will not be worthy of the appropriate picture in the future.
This technology was handed over to the workers to conquer, and he also forgot a problem, and he can read with his husband at ease for the time being.
When he had memorized the four books, chapters and sentences, he could see the rhythm and rhythm at a glance when he read the poems, and he had memorized another Book of Songs. Mr. home apprenticeship.
He came to the door with a gift, but Mr. Lin was not so happy, but rather nervous, he said, "You came to study so early?"
It's getting late, it's already August 15th, and it's about to celebrate the birthday of Confucius. If you don't enroll, will you wait until the leap August
He looked at the teacher with his big clear eyes, and saw that he was not at ease, he coughed twice, took the gift from holding the inkstone, and said in a pleasant voice, "Okay, I know that you are eager to study. , I will accept you for admission today."
As he spoke, he guided him to pay homage to the Confucius in the classroom, and then he did the big ceremony, and after a few words of caution, he was allowed to enter the classroom and sat in a good seat by the window to listen to the lecture.
Cui Xie has the temperament of an adult. He is not in a hurry, nor is he tired of studying. He listens carefully to the lectures and endorses them in class. student. Whenever Mr. Lin sees this new disciple, he always thinks about the fact that he asked him to compile a book, and he can't help but feel a little restless.
He was first entrusted by Cui Xie as a disciple, and the next day the shopkeeper of Zhirong Study came to invite him to the restaurant for dinner, and directly presented him with two pieces of fine satin and twenty taels of white silk-wrapped silver ingots. If this matter can't be done beautifully, his old face will not be able to see students.
So thinking about things day and night, he didn't even pay attention to teaching, and let the students study below.
Northern Zhili's style of writing is not as good as that of Jiangnan.
Mr. Lin sighed in disappointment, went back to his bedroom at night, lit the lamp and looked at the newly sold "Li Changlu Grottoes Encountering Immortals" from Jiangnan, sighed at the talented Jiangnan like a crucian carp crossing the river, and suddenly remembered - who said there is no north Of the talented people from the south of the Yangtze River, don’t there exist talented people from Jiangnan and Jiangbei, two Beijing and thirteen provinces living in Beijing
Some of these people will always be willing to write a few novels for the bookstore, and by the way, they will also make a name for themselves
He was refreshed, and immediately picked up a pen to write a letter to an old friend he knew when he went to Shuntian Prefecture for the examination, and sent a full 10 taels of silver and a few pieces of good ink to polish the pen. The letter also included two baskets of Jintang pears, a local specialty, with two knives and good papers. Taking advantage of the friendship between the two of them who have failed the same exam for many years, he begged each other to ask him to find a real talent for himself. The content is romantic but not obscene, and a good manuscript that can withstand the scrutiny of readers.
That friend was really reliable, and in just over a month, he sent him a set of handwritten manuscripts.
But it's not a long novel of cost, but a collection of four short essays - all stories about a down-and-out scholar who meets a goddess/fairy/banshee/ghost, who has to give a thousand dollars and marry a beautiful woman. The authors are different. Interesting but consistent. If you read it carefully, the writing will be pleasing to the eye and the mind without being splendid and colorful; the poems may be chewed and entertained without being delicate and beautiful.
He read it carefully, and helped the proofreader to correct a few words that were not clear enough. He felt that there was nothing to add to it, and the long-hanging heart finally fell.
It was getting late, and Cui Xie went home early. He didn't want to keep this hot potato for another moment, but Cui Xie was his student. He didn't have the reason to be a teacher to meet the students, so he wrapped the manuscript in oiled paper, sent his younger son to Cui's house, and told him not to steal on the road. Look.
Fortunately, his son was only in his early ten years, and he was forced to read by his father since he was a child. He was not interested in things with words, and did not read these bad books. He just threw the package into Cui Xie's hand, and said vaguely, "My father's homework for my brother."
Holding the inkstone, he picked up a few pieces of lotus root starch and sweet-scented osmanthus cake for him, and he happily ate it and ran away.
Looking at the thickness of the bag, Cui Xie moved, and understood why Mr. Lin still sent "homework" after leaving the hall.
He was eating at the moment, afraid that the manuscript would be dirty, so he went to wash his hands with incense round soap and pancreas several times, and dried them carefully with a new towel before opening the paper package and reading this masterpiece.
Holding the inkstone next to him and watching it, he was also very fascinated. Cui Yuan looked at the two of them with a self-absorbed look, and held their breath until they finished reading, and couldn't help but ask, "How is it, is this book good?"
He didn't ask this because he loved reading books, but wanted to know if the book would sell. After all, the family’s savings are limited, and there are so many shopkeepers and clerks, so the sooner you make money, the sooner you can pay for your son to study and start a career.
Choi Xie couldn't answer.
The historical difference of more than 500 years made him unable to appreciate these articles from the conception to the content. unreasonable.
He had no choice but to look at the reaction of holding the inkstone - the child read it in a daze, as if he had read some peerless and beautiful text, and repeatedly recited the love poem written by the male protagonist, so this is probably a good text.
Although he looked at these articles far less than the four famous novels, three words and two beats, and even felt refreshed when he couldn't read the articles on the Internet, there are only a few novels in the Ming and Qing dynasties that have been passed down to modern times and still have a large number of readers. , and you can't demand this kind of purely commercial fast food at the level of a famous book.
After he figured this out, he patted the top of the inkstone and said, "I'll give this manuscript to you. Take it back and copy it twice. I'll go to a craftsman to study how to print the book."