Traveling through the Three Kingdoms: She brings unlimited supplies to build infrastructure

Chapter 281 Chapter 282 Movable Type
It’s just a book, and Gongsun Yan is not stingy.

Just as she was about to nod, she heard her grandfather cough heavily, his eyes full of displeasure.

Gongsun Yan had no choice but to give Gao Huai a helpless look.

Gao Huai was immediately disappointed and wanted to ask again when Xiao Qi Jing Gong was not around.

Gongsun Cheng jumped off the carriage, saluted the two elders, and then stared at the husky.

The husky also stuck out its tongue and watched him wagging its tail.

Seeing this, Gao Huai laughed and called a boy servant, watching the dog go to play with Gongsun Cheng.

"Watch carefully, don't hurt A Cheng."

After giving instructions to the servant, Gao Huai followed Gongsun Jing and his grandson to the lobby. From time to time, he received unfriendly glances from Gongsun Jing.

In the vast interior of the newspaper office, half of the space is lined with two rows of desks.

A dozen old men were sitting at the desk. They were all knowledgeable and virtuous people in Lingzhi City.

Based on the principle that they were still young and should come out to shine, Gongsun Yan dug them all out again.

Usually he only needs to sit here to control the factory, and Gongsun Yan pays tribute to him by spending money on food, drinks and novelty items.

In the other half of the hall, there is also an intern storyteller, telling some stories.

The old men drank tea, listened to books, and talked about knowledge and current affairs all day long, and they lived a happy life.

As for those who work, they have their filial children and grandchildren.

An old man often brought four or five filial children and grandchildren with him. Gongsun Yan knew that these people all came here to publish books and become famous.

She wouldn't mind having more children from aristocratic families who don't receive monthly salary and have received high-quality education working for her.

The newspaper office is the first line of contact with new things. After a long time, these children from aristocratic families may become hers!

Before entering the hall, Gongsun Yan saw Gao Huai's eldest son Gao Jin standing by the door.

As soon as he saw Gongsun Yan, he showed a wry smile.

"Uncle Gao." Gongsun Yan was still very polite to this honest elder.

"Ayan is here."

Gao Jin is Gao Huai's eldest son.

Gao Huai came to the newspaper office. He didn't want to work but just wanted to take the benefits, drink tea and listen to books.

So he called his son, who was playing happily at home, to work for him.

The whole newspaper matter actually fell on Gao Jin.

When Gao Jin was old, he should have raised his grandson at home.

Now I have to face my father who is making trouble without reason and getting healthier as he lives longer, which is also very tiring.

Just now, his father violated the office regulations by bringing the dog here, and even chewed up Jinggong's book.

Gao Jin didn't want to be pushed out by his father and used as a scapegoat for a dog, so he hid here quietly and acted like an unfilial son.

Gao Jin had the word "bitter" engraved on his eyebrows and in the corners of his eyes, and Gongsun Yan also sympathized with him very much.

There is no need to work hard when you have money and leisure, but when you are old, you are pulled out to be a cow and a horse.

But sympathy is one thing, doing things is another.

Gongsun Yan asked: "Uncle Gao, how is the printing of Lingzhi's enlightenment textbooks?"

No matter how bitter Gao Jin felt, he was still a member of an aristocratic family and would not lose his status in front of his juniors. Su Rong immediately replied: "The printing workshop in the backyard is rushing."

As he spoke, he made an invitation gesture and asked Gongsun Yan to come and see him.

Gongsun Yan turned around and wanted to call Gongsun Jing and Gao Huai, but the two old men heard that they had something to do and refused to go because they had inconveniences.

Gongsun Yanzhide followed Gao Jin to see the new printing workshop.

To maintain confidentiality, the printing workshop was located behind the newspaper office.

As soon as you enter the printing factory, you can smell a smell.

Even though he knew that this place was all environmentally friendly ink provided by the system, Gongsun Yan still twitched his nose.

He reminded Gao Jin: "Uncle Gao, please pay attention that the waste materials in this workshop are handled according to the procedures." Gao Jin smiled kindly and said: "Don't worry, Ayan."

He has been mediocre all his life, and his greatest advantage is his willingness to abide by the rules.

A group of people entered the printing workshop.

This workshop was far less efficient than the assembly line of later generations.

The workshop was established based on the principle of reproducibility, and all plate making, printing and cutting are all done manually.

Under the leadership of Gao Jin, they first came to the most important plate-making room.

Several young people with painful expressions sat in front of the machine.

These are all children from poor families who came from government schools and signed a confidentiality contract that is no different from a contract of betrayal.

The typesetting machine in front of them has an overall structure modeled after the [-] double-pigeon movable type Chinese typewriter produced by the Magic City Typewriter Factory.

The principle is simple. Press the handle to link the character mold, and tap quickly to leave character marks on the wax paper.

Then use the typesetting wax paper master to print in batches.

But this simple principle is indeed the real king of torture.

The two thousand characters on the dial can blind an unskilled person.

Everyone sitting in the typesetting room now is gritting their teeth and looking cross-eyed.

Gongsun Yan had no other choice but to prepare some cassia seed tea later.

After all, careers always require sacrifices.

She looked at the master page in her hand that was full of typos, and smiled kindly: "This is a job where practice makes perfect, and it requires practice. Everyone, why don't you just move to the newspaper office?"

Gongsun Yan tilted his head with a smile and said: "There is an exquisite courtyard in the backyard of the newspaper office. This way, if you work overtime late, you no longer have to worry about the curfew."

After taking one look at her smile, none of the energetic young men here dared to raise their heads and look at her.

No matter how beautiful she is, she still has a life to look after. They still know the rumors about the governor’s residence working overtime in the devil’s cave!
They have already experienced firsthand how good this beautiful lady in front of them is at tossing people.

Seeing that none of them spoke, Gongsun Yan clapped his hands together and said, "This is such a happy and democratic decision!"

Amid sighs, Gongsun Yan and Gao Jin walked out of the typesetting room.

Looking back at the young people who were fighting for the ground, Gao Jin felt that it was good. He had already moved in. There were many people and it was lively!

Gongsun Yan looked puzzled when Gao Jin suddenly sneered.

After that comes the printing room and cutting and binding room.

These jobs no longer require literacy, the work is not heavy, and the pay is high.

They are all special posts for the families of military households in the city.

When they saw her coming, the craftsmen wearing anti-cut gloves stood up and saluted.

Gongsun Yan responded one by one with a smile before picking up a bound textbook.

This is a math book.

The paper is produced in a paper mill outside the city, the plate making is purely handmade, and the binding is made of twine.

Although the stencil ink comes from the system, replacements from this era can be used if necessary.

This kind of textbook is actually very rough and the handwriting is a little crooked, but it can be copied in batches.

At this time, Gao Jin suddenly said: "Ayan, I wonder when the city college will start classes? I have a grandson, can he be sent to him for enlightenment?"

Gongsun Yan raised a smile: "Why didn't Uncle Gao choose to study at the Gao Family School, but instead chose Lingzhicheng Middle School?"

Gao Jin smiled bitterly and picked up a mathematics book, opened it, looked at the strange characters inside, and sighed: "After a while, I will learn the Book of Songs and Prophecy at home, and I'm afraid it won't be of use."

If they cannot join in time, these ancient families will eventually become relics of time.

Gongsun Yan seemed to have heard something very interesting, and his eyes were full of smiles.

She put down the book and put her hands in her sleeves: "Uncle Gao thinks so, it's really great."

(End of this chapter)