Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 109 Perfecting the Chinese typewriter! Please eat an orange, sir!

A well-thumbed "Mechanical Manual" is placed on the table. Various tools are placed messily on the tool table, as well as keycaps one after another.

The keycaps are marked with Chinese character symbols such as "八刋勋冫Buchangdao刂儿", which can be regarded as one of the earliest font input methods.

"It's nonsense to say that Chinese cannot be typed." Lin Yutang said with an indignant wave of his hand. "Our Chinese input only requires three keys to type a word, which is much faster than English input. Now we just need to perfect this idea with technology."

Bao Guowei nodded in approval. In this era, many people feel that the "burden" of Chinese characters should be abolished and the alphabetization of Chinese characters should be realized.

From the perspective of later generations, facts have proven that sticking to Chinese characters is the most correct choice.

The documents expressed in later generations using Chinese characters are the most clear and concise.

In contrast, English is more like a "hill of shit". It requires constant creation of new words and continuous combination of lengthy combinations of words to express the meaning clearly.

Bao Guowei said: "I have heard of the theory of Chinese character combinations. By using the combination of radicals in character patterns, we no longer need to manually search hundreds or thousands of Chinese characters as before."

Lin Yutang nodded, as if Bao Guowei was very knowledgeable. If he were an ordinary person, he would not say so much.

He explained: "This method originally originated from an overseas student named Qi Xuan. However, although there are character models, it still requires manual piecing and searching, and the efficiency is still not high."

"Shu Zhendong, an engineer at the Commercial Press, used the theory of common characters to combine the character models of common characters, and then searched for rare characters again. The typewriter he created was more convenient, but it still required training."

"My idea is to combine the two to create a small, high-efficiency typewriter that truly belongs to us Chinese!"

Mr. Lin Yutang's words were so impassioned that even Bao Guowei was a little moved.

He knew that Lin Yutang's last Mingkui typewriter still had not been mass-produced. This was due to the domestic civil war and the small market at the time.

But no matter what, his development of the Mingkuai typewriter inspired later generations to invent the Chinese input method.

Whether it is the simple computer input method or the Wubi input method invented by Wang Yongmin, they are all in line with Mr. Lin Yutang's ideas.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei had the idea of ​​​​helping Mr. Lin Yutang, he said.

"Sir, have you encountered any problems recently? Why don't you come and listen."

Lin Yutang sighed. He wouldn't say professional things to others, mainly because people don't like to hear it, but Bao Guowei seemed to be different.

"Now I have thought about the design of the rollers. For example, using multi-layer rollers, there are six rollers under each roller, each small roller has six sides, and each side has 28 sub-forms, which can accommodate 8000 people. There are more Chinese characters!”

Lin Yutang patiently introduced Bao Guowei's ideas.

Bao Guowei also paid attention, not because he understood the technical principles, but because he was comparing the completed Mingming typewriter drawings of later generations.

What does Lin Yutang lack? I can just give him some follow-up work, and that will be the end of it?

By leaving the operation to Lin Yutang, he can save a lot of effort.

You must know that in order to be able to manufacture typewriters, he spent almost all his savings, so much so that he had to write books to make money to subsidize the vacancies in manufacturing typewriters.

Writing books is just work, invention may be your real hobby.

"The most important issue is that the composition of the split characters is still open to discussion. There is also how to form a character and use the root to retrieve the Chinese characters. I have completed more than half of it, but there is still no way to achieve perfection."

Lin Yutang frowned and said.

"I'm planning to ask Zhao Xuanzhong for advice. He is a linguist and should have some ideas."

Bao Guowei understood the radicals and the like. He picked up Lin Yutang's radical list and the engineering drawings and read them attentively.

Lin Yutang didn't think the other party was pretending, and patiently explained the rationale to Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei learned Wubi typing for a period of time in his previous life, but later he couldn't memorize the root characters, so he started learning Shuangpin, and the efficiency was about the same.

After pondering for a while, I finally understood the principle.

He immediately said to Lin Yutang.

"Sir, can you give me a pen and paper?"

"What's wrong? Have you got inspiration? Or do you want to write a poem?" Lin Yutang never thought that Bao Guowei would write a poem. He knew that the other party might be inspired by his feelings and wanted to write a poem?

Writers often have a sudden inspiration.

But he never thought that after Lin Yutang brought the pen and paper, Bao Guowei actually drew circles on it.

"Bingwen, what are you doing?"

It took a long time for Lin Yutang to realize that Bao Guowei was actually drawing the keyboard of a typewriter.

When Bao Guowei began to write one character after another, Lin Yutang frowned and looked more and more seriously.

"I was inspired by my teacher's method and improved it a bit," Bao Guowei said. "Chinese characters are divided into upper and lower shape detection methods, and the input can be completed by using the roots of the upper left and lower right parts."

He pointed to the keyboard on the drawing and continued.

"This font is just like what you said. You can output a word with only three keys at most."

"Isn't it a difficult problem to choose words here?" Lin Yutang's head was a little hard to turn around at this moment.

"Have you forgotten? We can use the number keys!" Bao Guowei pointed down and said. "Following the arrangement method of 87651234, this is more scientific."

He gave an example: "For example, to type the word '扌', just enter "扌" and "工", and eight corresponding alternative Chinese characters will appear. After pressing the numeric keys, the Chinese characters can be output."

In fact, the picture drawn by Bao Guowei was very different from what Lin Yutang thought.

But the point is that he perfected many details, but these details are exactly what Lin Yutang struggled with.

Lin Yutang suddenly didn't know what words to express, he said emotionally.

"Bingwen, am I dreaming? Are you sent by God to help me?"

For a master to say the word "God" is enough to show his excitement.

But Bao Guowei still felt guilty. After all, he just copied Lin Yutang's own drawings from later generations.

He cupped his hands and said, "Sir, you don't have to be like this. You have already done some research. I just improved it."

Bao Guowei said slightly embarrassed.     “I’m just better at analyzing and understanding.”

Towards evening, after dinner at Lin Yutang's house, the two had an in-depth discussion about typewriters.

Lin Yutang was obviously eager to try this design as soon as possible, so Bao Guowei wisely left.

"Bingwen, if the research is successful, I will definitely send you a prototype as soon as possible. Please write to me more in the future, and don't forget this good friend of mine!"

"Sir, you're welcome. If you have any questions in the future, you'll still have to consult with your husband!"

Bao Guowei bowed his hand and left the Lin Mansion with the other party sending him off.

When I came out, the rickshaw driver Lao Yang had just come running from the alley entrance.

Previously, he planned to have dinner at Lin Mansion, so Bao Guowei came out and gave Lao Yang some money and asked him to pay for dinner by himself.

"Mr. Bao! Mr. Bao!"

Lao Yang dragged the car and trotted over. The look on his face was obviously much better than before.

"Lao Yang, have you had dinner? If you can't pull me back, I won't pay!" Bao Guowei joked.

Lao Yang patted his belly, wiped the greasy corners of his mouth and said.

"You gave me too much money for dinner. I had a bowl of mutton noodles, and now I have enough strength!"

As he spoke, he took a bag of fruit from the rickshaw and said, as if asking for credit.

"Sir, didn't you want to buy oranges earlier? I still have some money left for dinner, so I will buy you oranges. Just let me go next time you do something like this."

Looking at the yellow oranges in the bag, Bao Guowei's face twitched and he waved his hands quickly.

"No, you can take this orange back and eat it yourself."

"No sir, this orange is my heart, just take it!"

Bao Guowei felt that he had been taken advantage of this time, and immediately said angrily.

"Take it! Take it! If I tell you to take it back, you can take it back. You are not allowed to buy it when you go to work next time. Only I am allowed to buy it."

"what?"

Lao Yang scratched his head and cursed.

Why are you only allowed to buy it yourself? Sir, you look so strange?

At the same time, Soochow University in Suzhou City.

Xu Zhimo is now a university professor here and founded the magazine "Crescent Moon". Two years ago, his "Farewell to Cambridge" was published in this magazine and became one of the representative works of "Crescent Moon School" poetry.

"Has Bao Guowei published another work?"

Xu Zhimo sat in front of the desk, with the latest copy of The Times under the lamp.

This newspaper is currently only on sale in Shanghai. It takes a lot of effort to get the newspaper in Suzhou City.

Fortunately, Xu Zhimo has many friends in the Shanghai stock market, so it is not difficult to ask them to help buy one.

The reason why he read the "Times" was naturally because of the epidemic in Suzhou City. Bao Guowei's prevention and control methods were very effective in Suzhou City, not to mention the "Story of Epidemic Prevention and Control".

Although the writing style is rather white, the story is novel and interesting, and the methods of preventing and controlling epidemics are also very practical.

And today, Bao Guowei actually composed a poem?

Xu Zhimo buried his head and watched as his eyes opened wider and wider. Then he picked up the newspaper and read it carefully.

"Repost! Must repost!"

He suddenly said to himself excitedly, and then analyzed it.

"The hazy changes in the artistic conception of this poem are similar to my Crescent Poetry School, but also somewhat different. This is a brand new school! I would like to call it the Misty Poetry School from now on!"

"Bao Guowei is definitely a poetic genius. I must go and meet him!"

He had some difficulty controlling his emotions.

"write a letter!"

"Who is there in Shanghai? Shao Xunmei, Yu Shanghang!"

"And Liang Shiqiu from Jinling!"

"Where is Hu Shizhi? Where is he now? Yes! He is in Peiping, and I need to show him this poem too!"

"This is a criticism of the current national government!! A strong indictment of the current situation!"

At the same time, this poem not only fermented among the students, but also began to spread rapidly among the young people in the literary world.

Many people praise the poem for its good writing and at the same time raise questions.

Who is Bao Guowei? After all, this person's reputation is still in Shanghai and Hangzhou, and occasionally some southern regions will get news.

Then someone answered his questions, and then Bao Guowei's past experiences and the general situation of the fundraiser were revealed.

Who to support?

The answer is obvious.

(End of this chapter)