Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 52 I'm Just a Village Chief
No matter whether they are the Four Heavenly Kings or the Four Talents, no matter whether they made a lot of noise at the beginning or kept silent until the end, none of them got the upper hand in this 4V4.

Even if Qiu Xueshi had done his best to suppress the score, it was like writing poems and painting, but how could he suppress it when it came to war chess? The student named Zhou Huan was holding the chess pieces of the Wei Dynasty, while the opponent was holding the chess pieces of the grassland. This was a war that had happened before, and the Wei Dynasty was defeated miserably and lost fourteen cities, even Yumen Pass was taken by others, resulting in the Li family father and son still having to guard the northwest in Chang'an.

This was a doomed defeat, but in the end Zhou Huan was able to minimize the losses with his own dispatch and planning, reducing the number of cities from fourteen to four, and Yumen Pass became a pass that was difficult to conquer, trapping the enemy's manpower there and causing heavy losses. If they advanced again, they might even be pushed back by reinforcements from inside the pass.

In fact, it seemed that the Wei army was defeated at the Kunshou Pass, but in fact, the Northern Barbarians had no choice but to retreat and could not enter the pass at all. They even defeated a very elite cavalry of the enemy, causing serious damage to the entire Northern Barbarians.

If this result had been achieved five years ago, it would have basically been promoted as the Great Victory of Yumen. This young man was able to survive a losing chess game. What a talent! Even Qiu Xueshi was quite satisfied after seeing the final conclusion of the war game. He even wanted to take all four children away, but he thought that the academy would not agree, so he naturally gave up the idea.

However, the most important thing for him at this moment is to find the key to the technique of creating characters. This is a very important matter, which is directly related to making money. Everyone knows how expensive this book is. Having such a skill to make money part-time is like picking up something, and you don't even have to bend down.

When he looked at Xia Lin again, his eyes unconsciously showed a little more enthusiasm. The competitions later on were not that important. Challenge? What challenge? Can challenge be as exciting as money?
After the policy essay was finished, Qiu Xueguan had already shown partiality. He criticized the round-faced scholar named Zhang Yuyue and even said with a bit of anger: "You little student, how dare you talk about national policy? This is the policy essay you wrote? It's nonsense, and you are so proud of it. In my opinion, your second place is questionable. I will check it carefully to see if there is any suspicion of favoritism or fraud."

Zhang Yuyue's cerebellum was shrunken by these words. Although he was not from a famous family, he was still the new runner-up. Why did this guy start to scold him so viciously?
But he really had no choice. This academic official was beyond the Three Realms and not within the Five Elements. This article reached the ears of heaven. No matter who was the second or third place winner, anyone other than the top scholar who went against the academic official would be seeking his own death.

So after being scolded, Zhang Yuyue had to bow to Qiu Xueguan with a red face, then turned around, covered his face with his sleeves, and hurriedly left through the crowd as if escaping.

The villagers who were watching were very enthusiastic, clapping and cheering, their blood boiling. The villagers didn't understand the social etiquette, they just knew that their children won and won beautifully, and from ancient times to the present, any family that had a child who could study would be very happy, even if more than a thousand years later, if a rural child was admitted to Tsinghua University or Peking University, they would sell all their belongings to hold a three-day buffet.

Now people have come up and dealt with the new runner-up. No matter whether it is reasonable or not, just ask whether it is exciting or not, and whether you are happy or not. That's it.

The students on Zhang's side looked a little dejected, but Zhang was not panicking at all. After all, they tied in the first round, so there was still a third round. However, it was getting late, so Zhang suggested that the remaining matches be played tomorrow and that he take the students to have a good rest tonight.

Then, as a coach, he found Xia Lin with a grim face. Then Xia Lin, with a smug look on his face, followed Lao Zhang to the place behind the west wall where people were carried with his hands behind his back.

Everyone felt that Old Zhang was bowing down just to give his students a chance to rest. When they thought about him having to face that arrogant beast Xia Lin alone, the students of Yuzhang Academy felt a pang of pain in their hearts.

But actually...

"Anything else? Take it out."

At this moment, Lao Zhang was searching Xia Lin's pockets while cursing, "Your father is living on coarse food outside, and you are making a fortune here. Take it out, do you hear me?"

"No more!" Xia Lin turned his pockets over to show Lao Zhang: "You took all the five hundred taels of cash."

"If you don't believe me, take off your shoes for me."

"Don't take it off!"

"Don't force me to do it." Lao Zhang rolled up his sleeves and said, "Take it out yourself, or you will be embarrassed if others see it."

Xia Lin refused to obey, so the two of them started to quarrel in the yard. It happened that a student from Yuzhang Academy passed by here looking for a toilet. When he saw them, he quickly retreated and sat down in tears...

When the students next to him asked him about it, he burst into tears and said, "Mr. Zhang is fighting with that beast Xia Lin for us..."

The students were so passionate that they all stood up as soon as they heard it, ready to support Lao Zhang. The students from the country academy across the street naturally helped Xia Lin. Both sides stood up, and it seemed that the literary fight was about to turn into a physical fight. At this moment, Xia Lin and Lao Zhang limped out.

Just now, the two of them accidentally fell down the stairs while fighting, and then they hugged each other and did an invincible roller coaster ride from the twenty-seven steps all the way to the bottom. Lao Zhang's canine tooth was knocked out in half, Xia Lin's little finger was twisted, and one of them hit his knee and the other sprained his foot.

Even Old Zhang did not let go of Xia Lin's shoes. He pulled out the two thousand taels of cash hidden in his shoes and put them into his pocket.

The two men walked out in such an embarrassing manner and returned to their respective camps. Xia Lin covered his hands and cursed: "Zhang Zhongchun, you deserve to die! You know you deserve to die! You evil beast." "Don't bark like a dog!" Old Zhang covered his mouth and spoke with a whimpering sound: "Look at how I deal with you!"

After saying that, he turned around and waved his hand: "Let's go, take a break today, and fight again tomorrow."

Old Zhang led a group of students and left in a mighty procession, then went straight to the village post station. Without further ado, each of them ordered a set meal of 828 yuan. No matter how hard life was, they could not let their children suffer, and no matter how poor they were, they could not let their bodies suffer. Anyway, Xia Lin had money, so he could just spend it.

At this moment, Xia Lin was sitting there, looking at the smiling Qiu Xueguan in front of him. After the two of them stared at each other for a while, it was Qiu Xueguan who took the initiative to speak. He took out the book in his arms and asked, "Daosheng, I think this book is exquisite..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Lin started laughing: "Master, you are talking about the printing technology, right? Come on, I'll take you to see it."

It was so straightforward, really too straightforward. Qiu Xueguan had met many people who were full of nonsense, but this was the first time he had seen someone so straightforward. He simply stopped talking nonsense and followed the limping Xia Lin to a room in the academy with a sign saying "Printing Room".

After entering, there was a smell of ink, and then Qiu Xueguan saw many strange tools and a very special set of engravings.

"This is?"

“Printing tools.”

Xia Lin walked over and took out some wooden wedge-like things from a box that was labeled with numbers. They were about the thickness of a stick of incense, but had strange radicals on them.

Qiu Xueguan was curious, so he picked it up and looked at it for a while, but he didn't know how to form words on it.

"This is called Wubi Zichai, which is movable type printing. The ones on the positioning pins are called character roots, and these character roots can be used to leave marks on the compacted board."

Xia Lin found a few needles and tapped a few times on a piece of waste board. Then a finger-sized word appeared. He pointed at it and said, "This is the word. When the whole board is carved, we can print it. Although the prelude is a bit complicated, the number of words can be increased or decreased at any time. It is clearer and more convenient than the current printing."

After reading it, Qiu Xueguan was amazed. He had roughly understood the secret, but suddenly he asked curiously: "But what if we encounter those complicated characters?"

Xia Lin had anticipated this, and took out a book called "Character Creation Comparison Table" from the side. "This is the cursive script that I selected from the calligraphy of Zhang Zhi, Wang Xizhi and others in the previous dynasty. It simplifies the complicated characters so that it can be easily printed. When the time comes, you only need to make some notes. However, this may not be convenient for other places to use. My academy has already started to recognize the complicated characters."

"Recognizing traditional Chinese characters... Hmm, interesting. It is a good method, interesting." After saying this, Qiu Xueguan suddenly thought of another question: "What if there are rare characters?"

Xia Lin smiled and opened another box. Inside were some horizontal and vertical characters that were half or even more than half the size of normal radicals. "Here, rely on this. For engraving, there will be a wooden frame in the shape of a square placed on the board. The characters are divided into four parts: up, down, left, and right. If there is a difficult character, it will be carved like a flower."

"Great! Great! How much does it cost to write a book?"

"Well... it's hard to say. It depends on the size of the book. There are about 20 words on this page. A skilled craftsman can carve one and a half pages a day. A volume of The Analects has 492 chapters and chapters, with a total of words, and requires plates. Three skilled craftsmen can complete it in more than ten days. Once you're done, as long as there's enough ink, you can print it. Just roll it lightly with a soft-bristled roller brush. One plate can be used for... well, about books, and then the ink needs to be cleaned. After cleaning, it can be used repeatedly. As for how much it can print, I'm not sure."

"This……"

"How about giving one set to Qiu Xueguan?" Xia Lin was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He didn't sell equipment, he specialized in consumables. This thing would just be a mess if printed with ordinary ink. No matter what he printed, he had to use his professional ink.

Ink is the basis of making money. As for opposing the aristocratic families? He is just a village head, and this matter has nothing to do with him, but he is definitely a natural enemy of the aristocratic families, because in the future he will make money from these idiots.

Money! Only with money can one have a strong army and strong horses. As for really waiting until he has the ability to oppose the aristocratic family.

Haha... Isn't it much easier to break into Chang'an than to pass the entrance exam into Chang'an?
(End of this chapter)