Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 513 The fellow is still a craftsman
Liu Kuoyuan's time-traveling experience is purely filled with tears of bitterness, and Wen Mianmian thinks he is so miserable, is it a cannon fodder script?
Maybe cannon fodder is not even counted!

"Didn't you show off when you went to pay your respects? Use your bachelor to frighten Mr. Liu."

Speaking of this Liu Kuoyuan was even more uncomfortable, "It was because he showed off that he was punished. If he didn't show off to the point, he was punished by my aunt."

"Who in the crossing army is not a mess, even survival in the wilderness is better than this, my fellow, if my boy hadn't picked up a newspaper, I don't know who to ask, maybe when I was caught I don’t even know if I’m killed.”

"I'm just a dick, and I just passed the IQ. You can't expect me to have an IQ of [-] after wearing it. Except for the change of the shell, it's the same as before."

It's terrible, who the hell said that after crossing, you can blow up the sky, you can counterattack all the way, and I am the only one in the sky and the earth?
They are all liars!

The tears were wiped, and the sleeves were wet, and then I asked, "My fellow, when did you come, what did you do before, why is your life so good, do you dare not speak loudly to you, it's wrong Are you going to be beaten to death?"

Wen Mianmian took a sip of tea, "I'm different from you, I was born with a memory."

"About identity, I'm very embarrassed. I was born wearing gold and silver."

It is still unclear whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, so it is better not to reveal everything.

Liu Kuoyuan's eyes were red again, envious.

The two communicated for a while and Wen Mianmian got to the bottom of Liu Kuoyuan. He is better than him. The intangible cultural heritage - the inheritor of movable type printing. Death.

Still a hero.

"Yo, are you a craftsman?"

Liu Kuoyuan nodded, "Let me tell you, the printing of your newspaper is not good, and the font size is not completely unified. You use movable type, which costs a lot. The contents of the newspaper's daily reports are different, and you have to engrave tens of thousands of dollars." It can be seen that it should have been a bit rushed at the beginning, and it was not detailed."

"I have also seen these books, most of which are manuscripts, and the engraving and printing are not particular."

After talking for a long time, I looked up, "See if you can hire me, I can optimize these for you."

Wen Mianmian asked the most realistic question, "Have you learned all the characters here?"

I think she studied secretly for a long time when she came here, or else she was semi-literate.

Liu Kuoyuan was stunned, and shook his head with difficulty, "I have been imprisoned for so long, and I have read a lot of books, but I don't know some words, and no one can ask for advice."

Wen Mianmian felt that this person was a bit miserable, so forget it, let's pull him out.

After making up his mind, he stood up, "Let's go, I'll take you to the printing workshop, first you can make a sculpture for everyone to see, remember, show your best skills, you have to give me a reason to go to Liu's house to get you ?”

"In addition, my name is Wen Mianmian, my father is General Wen Sheng, and my husband is King Annan. You will call me Wangfei from now on."

After speaking, he sat down again, and taught him the rules here, so as not to go out and talk nonsense.

There are too many rules, and it will take half an hour to talk about it, and it was already mid-afternoon when they arrived at the printing workshop.

The printing workshop is very busy, and the master craftsman in charge of engraving is even busier. The wooden movable type is used here. After a long time, a piece of character is prone to unevenness, which affects the printing effect and needs to be replaced at any time.

The master master hurried to greet Wen Mianmian when he saw Wen Mianmian, and Wen Mianmian let him see how Liu Kuoyuan carved.

Seeing the familiar tools in front of him, Liu Kuoyuan sat down, picked up a piece of wood that had been cut, and looked at it. First, he polished the wood evenly, and then he picked up a pen and wrote a very beautiful reverse script on the wood. What Wen Mianmian doesn't know is that this is a test of kung fu, the strength of the fingers, whether the wrist can be stabilized, etc., all need long-term practice.

As soon as the word Liu Kuoyuan came out, the master's eyes lit up.

Several masters around also gathered around, watching without blinking.

Liu Kuoyuan, who put down his pen, picked up a sharp carving knife and chipped away little by little the places where there were no characters on the page, and slowly dug out the shape of the characters, which had extremely high requirements on his wrists and fingers.

The sawdust fell little by little, and the font gradually became clearer. After changing the knives of different shapes several times, it was finally completed after a stick of incense.

The master carefully picked it up and looked at it carefully, then brushed a little ink, and stamped it on the white paper like a stamp, and an extremely upright and clever word 'Sheng' appeared on the paper.

The old master turned around and went to the shelf where the word blocks were placed, found a 'sheng', and covered it in the same way. The gap between the two words on the white paper was particularly obvious, and Liu Kuoyuan was superior.

"Admiration, admiration."

The old master was full of emotion, "This son has such good luck at such a young age, it can be seen that his hard work is profound, and he can't have this skill without long-term immersion."

The masters around also expressed their approval and appreciated Liu Kuoyuan very much.

Liu Kuoyuan wanted to twitch, but suddenly thought of Wen Mianmian's advice, and nodded modestly, "You're welcome."

The master rubbed his hands and asked Wen Mianmian, "Dare to ask the princess, this young master wants to stay here."

They are all craftsmen, and they rely on their skills to make a living. What he didn't have the nerve to say was that this young master's skills far surpassed his. It would be great if they could learn a little bit.

Liu Kuoyuan looked at Wen Mianmian anxiously, all he wanted now was a job.

Wen Mianmian did not disappoint him, and said to the old master: "This young master is the young master of Mr. Liu's house in Jingzhao Shaoyi. He is very interested in movable type printing and has been taught by experts. Let’s check for omissions and make up for vacancies, and we will come here for a while, and then you can tell him more about what he doesn’t understand.”

"Ouch, you're such a villain."

The master hurriedly surrendered, but he didn't expect Liu Kuoyuan to have such a powerful background, it's just that he doesn't look like a nobleman in this attire.

Then Liu Kuoyuan looked around the printing workshop, and waited to go out before saying: "It's better than I imagined. In fact, going back to the past, movable type printing has not been widely popularized, so there is nothing so advanced. This skill is proud of the fact that when the society does not have much demand for books, woodblock printing is enough."

"After all, you can't print movable type if you don't prepare [-] to [-] blocks. Clay sculptures are easy to break, copper is not very adhesive, and wood is very good. Even if I look at it, I have to change it. After my grandfather's inspection Yes, Tangli wood works best."

"Your grandfather?"

Wen Mianmian blinked, but didn't react for a while.

Liu Kuoyuan sighed, "My own grandfather, that is a real master, has been studying this all his life, but unfortunately my dad doesn't want to learn it, but I did, that's it."

This is really a sad story.

(End of this chapter)