This mountain is mine

Chapter 212 Miaomiao is Right

In the main hall next door, Yu Miaomiao was reading "The Analects of Confucius" given to her by Liu Yan.

Yu Miaomiao had read this book in his early days, and later when he copied the book, he copied it several times. Not to mention that he could recite all of it, but he was still very familiar after reading it.

At the beginning, Aunt Yu also explained the meaning to her sentence by sentence, but now it seems that it really seems like a world away.

Li Sijin turned the page for her, and she looked at it slowly, just to kill time, and said while reading, "Is this printed with movable clay type?"

Liu Yan lowered his head, sat upright, and only stared at the teacup in his hand, as if the dried flowers in the chrysanthemum tea really bloomed, and he didn't dare to look around.

Hearing Yu Miaomiao's question, Liu Yan hurriedly said, "It's clay type."

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, seeing Li Sijin looking at him and Li Sijin following him, he said again: "I made these words in the Analects a while ago, and printed a lot of them, and these words can still be used. In other books, if there are mistakes or omissions, it is easy to change if it is reused, and the price is also cheap."

After a pause, he cupped his hands again: "Thanks to Madam's reminder, clay type is now cheaper than wooden type, and the price of printed books will definitely be cheaper in the future."

Of course Yu Miaomiao knew the advantages of movable type printing compared to woodblock printing.

But she can't take credit for this, and she doesn't know what the material is, she only knows that it is mainly mud, but after mentioning it a little, they made the movable type, which is not her credit.

She nodded at Liu Yan, "You all made it up. I just said it casually. It doesn't matter. You will think of this sooner or later."

Seeing her looking over, Liu Yan hurriedly looked away.

Yu Miaomiao was born in the Yu family, and now she is married to Zhao Man, and Liu Tingzhou was ordered to supervise Zhao Man. In Liushutun, there are spies wandering around at the head and tail of the village.

Now Liu Yan ran to the door of Zhao's house, it was naturally very embarrassing to see Yu Miaomiao.

Yu Miaomiao came from Yu's family, and Yu's family has been walking with their family more frequently recently, so the two families have a deep relationship.

It's just that Liu Tingzhou hasn't given up on Aunt Yu yet, and it's Liu Yan's mother who failed her.

Although Liu Yan's view of Yu's family was not as disgusting as Liu Siting, who was separated from Zhang Mian after the judgment of Zhang's family, she definitely couldn't get close.

Yu Miaomiao could also guess Liu Yan's thoughts, she didn't intend to make friends with Liu Yan at all, if Liu Tingzhou couldn't succumb to Zhao Man, he could only be an enemy, and her attitude was neither salty nor cold.

The same was true for Qiao Heng who was sitting next to Liu Yan, but he was more active than Liu Yan, looking at Li Sijin from time to time, Li Sijin only read the book with Yu Miaomiao, but he didn't notice anything.

Old man Lan watched while drinking tea, with a contented expression on his face, and he didn't interrupt, just looking at Yu Miaomiao from time to time, what a wonderful granddaughter, what a smart girl.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit dull, in order not to let them disturb Bi Kuo, Yu Miaomiao had no choice but to find something to say.

"It's printed out, but it's no different from the engraving printing I've seen before. The font looks better, but the engraving font is duller. Is this the font?"

"It's Yanti." Li Sijin heard Yu Miaomiao's question, but commented, "The characters in this book are barely passable, and it can be seen that it is Yanti."

Li Sijin was the dean of Fangling Academy before Li Pengju recovered from his illness. Although he seldom taught students, he was highly respected.

No matter Li Sijin's current state looked very wrong, but he opened his mouth to comment, Liu Yan and Qiao Heng were very happy in their hearts.

They really did a lot of hard work on movable type printing.

Li Yuanzi said it well, and Liu and Qiao directly translated it into it, which is actually very good.After all, Dean Li seldom praises others.

"Meow, I'll write a better one for you later."

Yu Miaomiao nodded: "I believe Ah Li's writing must be good-looking."

Li Sijin immediately smiled cheerfully, if Yu Miaomiao hadn't stopped him, he would have liked to show it right away.

Yu Miaomiao said again: "This character is good, but it is too troublesome to carve it out, and the style needs to be strong, different craftsmen can't guarantee that it is exactly the same. If you want to promote movable type printing, you must first convert the font to the public. Unified."

Liu Yan and Qiao Heng tried their best to ignore Li Sijin's anomaly. Hearing what Yu Miaomiao said, they were also thinking about this issue in their hearts. They had already printed "The Analects of Confucius", so they naturally knew the current disadvantages.

They have considered this question before. Qiao Heng is not as complicated as Liu Yan. He was about to ask Yu Miaomiao if he had any ideas, when Li Sijin nodded and said, "Meow Meow makes sense, this is not good, no it is good!"

Qiao Heng took a sip of tea and almost spat it out.

He first rubbed his eyes, seeing Li Sijin leaning beside Yu Miaomiao with a look of admiration, then he rubbed his ears again.

I heard Li Sijin continuing: "Well, Miaomiao is so smart, this is troublesome, it's ugly, I have to change the font, Miaomiao, is there a better font than Yanti?"

Qiao Heng looked at Liu Yan on the side with a strange expression. Surprise flashed across Liu Yan's face, and the two exchanged glances. Hearing that Fourth Master Li was ill, it seemed to be true, and he was still seriously ill!
Both Liu Yan and Qiao Heng had seen Li Sijin before, and they couldn't believe that Li Sijin would have such a good temper, let alone go along with a woman blindly and without limit.

The two were still in astonishment, but Yu Miaomiao didn't notice anything.

She was discussing with Li Sijin, "You can use Song-style characters. Although there is no style to speak of, they are horizontal and vertical, and the fonts are square. It is very easy to carve, and it does not take time. Moreover, the craftsmen can carve exactly the same. Song-style characters are not yet It takes up space and saves paper.”

Li Sijin immediately said: "Yes, it's better to use Song style."

After a pause, he blinked and asked Yu Miaomiao again: "Meow, what is Song style? Meow, please write it for me."

Yu Miaomiao was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it, it seemed that she had never seen Song-style characters here before. She wondered, isn't Song-style characters the font of the Song Dynasty?Not popular yet?Li Sijin has never seen it before?
She tilted her head and saw Liu Yan and Qiao Heng looking at her with piercing eyes.

Mr. Lan looked at Yu Miaomiao with some sadness, and said distressedly: "Meow, you figured it out by yourself, right?"

Mr. Lan knew that the female members of the Yu family relied on copying books to earn a living. He thought that Yu Miaomiao must not have copied books less, but according to the rules of the big Han family, writing and ink in the boudoir cannot be passed on to the outside world. Had to change the font.

Listen to what Miaomiao said, even when copying, you have to think about writing small fonts to save paper.

This girl didn't know what kind of life she lived before.

Yu Miaomiao was totally unaware of Mr. Lan's heartache and distress. She felt a little headache at the moment. It seemed that the Song style characters hadn't really been born yet.

She nodded at old man blue indiscriminately, and got over it.

At this time, Li Sijin had already hurried to the desk, began to grind, and greeted her, "Meow, how to write Song style characters, you say I will write, I want to see."

Seeing his eagerness and anticipation, Yu Miaomiao couldn't help being amused, and said with a smile: "It's just that the writing has no character, everyone can write exactly the same according to this rule. I can't describe it to you, so let me write it for you. "

Li Sijin's eyes brightened and he nodded.

Yu Miaomiao has already passed by, her right hand hurt her palm, and it has healed well recently, and she has not bled again, Mr. Lan also used Gu on her, although it is still wrapped in gauze, but it is not so painful anymore, and her fingers are still It's very flexible, and besides, it doesn't take much effort to write a Song typeface.

"Can your hand hold a pen?" Li Sijin asked.

Yu Miaomiao nodded, sat down on the chair in front of the table, dipped the pen in ink, pondered for a while, and started to write stroke by stroke. Holding the pen like this, the hand still hurt a little, but the bleeding didn't stop.

Enduring it, she wrote all the gestures separately, and wrote a few more words. After thinking about it, the basic gestures were all included, and then she put down the pen.

Song typeface, she copied the copybooks when she was in middle school, which is the copied Song typeface. Individual characters are not good-looking, but they are suitable for writing on the whole page. The written composition is the same as the printed one, very neat.

As soon as he put down the pen, Li Sijin's expression froze slightly, and he was still chanting words.

"Horizontal thinner and vertical thicker, pointing into the pendant and dew like a knife, hook like a forehead like a sweep, the upper and lower sides of the mouth is longer, and the horizontal end has a mountain curve and corners. It is really suitable for craftsmen. It is much easier to write and engrave according to this rule. Don’t worry about inconsistencies in the characters, it doesn’t matter if you only have craftsmanship but no strength of character.”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yu Miaomiao with shining eyes, full of smiles, "Meow, your writing is very good, this word is very good for printing."

Yu Miaomiao looked at Li Sijin in amazement, he clearly knew the essentials of the Song style calligraphy just by looking at it, if she couldn't even describe it so well.

"A Li, have you" recovered?

Before the last three words were spoken, Li Sijin immediately looked at her with the same smile as before, "Huh?"

Yu Miaomiao swallowed back what she hadn't finished speaking, thinking it was a pity in her heart.

At this time, Old Man Lan also came over to look at it. He was even more blind than Li Sijin, and he kept nodding his head: "What Miao Miao wrote is good."

Seeing this loving and caring eyes warmed Yu Miaomiao's heart.

After hearing Li Sijin's evaluation, Liu Yan and Qiao Heng couldn't sit still any longer. As soon as they stood up, they heard footsteps.

Bi Kuo came in with a smile, "What kind of character is praised by the fourth master, I want to see it."

Bi Kuo only heard Li Sijin's last sentence, and the others did not hear it. Similarly, Zhao Man behind him also only heard this sentence.

Seeing Li Sijin standing next to Yu Miaomiao like an idiot, pointing at the paper on the table, he didn't know what Miaomiao wrote.

His face sank, he quickly passed Bi Kuo, and walked to Yu Miaomiao's side in two or three steps, his cold eyes swept towards Li Sijin, but Li Sijin didn't notice anything.

Seeing Bi Kuo and Zhao Man coming in, Yu Miaomiao looked at Zhao Man, seeing that he looked really bad, and was a little worried about what Bi Kuo had said to him, so his expression changed.

Zhao Man approached, lowered his head and glanced at the handwriting on the table, and when he saw it, there were a few neat words: "My heart is a stone, I can't turn it around, my heart is a piece of cake, I can't roll it away".

Zhao Man's sincere evaluation was not very well written, the words were soft and a little floating, and Li Sijin was clearly talking nonsense.

He didn't say that.

Seeing the content on the paper, his eyes were bright, and he took a few glances at Yu Miaomiao.

Yu Miaomiao secretly scolded him, this narrow-minded man knew that he was only happy when he saw these words.

If he really wrote something else, I don't know what he wants to achieve, and she won't be allowed to make a pair.

But looking at her hand again, the gauze hadn't been removed yet, and she started writing, her expression suddenly became severe again.

At this time, Bi Kuo picked up the piece of paper to read, stroked his beard and nodded.

"If this font is used in printing, it is very appropriate. Convenience is the most important thing. The content of book knowledge is the most important. Try using this font in the future. You two don't need to write it yourself and give it to the craftsman to make."

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Zhao Man picked up her hand to see that there was no bleeding, so he felt relieved, and gave her a warning look, but met Mr. Lan's knife-like eyes.

Old Man Lan muttered: "You brat, stare again..."

There was no one paying attention to the meeting of the two people's eyes, Liu Yan and Qiao Heng also approached Bi Kuo, and were about to look at the paper, when suddenly the white paper flickered in front of them, and Zhao Man had already pulled it away.

In front of everyone, he folded the paper and put it away.

Seeing everyone dumbfounded, Zhao Man was confident.

This was originally written to him by his wife, and others are watching it, so what's the matter.It was fine if he didn't know before, but now that he is present, no one can even think about it.

Staring at him coldly, Qiao Heng and Liu Yan immediately turned their eyes away in embarrassment, and turned to Bi Kuo.

Bi Kuo raised his eyebrows to look at Zhao Man, then laughed immediately, and looked at Li Sijin: "Sijin, I can only write it once if I have the trouble."

After a pause, he continued: "When the characters are engraved, first print your collection of poems and vocabulary. You can't read the fonts in different sizes, and you won't be in a good mood."

Li Sijin thought about it, and it was for this reason that he picked up his pen and began to write.

Li Sijin's index finger is also injured, but his writing is very powerful, which is much better than Yu Miaomiao's. It is still Song style, which is exactly the same as Yu Miaomiao's strokes just now.

When Zhao Man saw it, his face became even darker.

It turned out that Li Sijin wrote the same as Yu Miaomiao, first he took apart the strokes, and then he still wrote a sentence, "My heart is a stone, and I can't change it, and my heart is a stone, and I can't roll it."

When Old Man Lan saw it, he smiled first, and patted Li Sijin on the shoulder, "Little Si, you wrote well."

Bi Kuo quickly took it over, blew it, and handed it to Liu Yan: "Put it away, and engrave the words according to this later. Let's go and have a look together now, along the Weishui River, pick a good place, and come over to install the hydraulic yarn some other day." car."

Yu Miaomiao was even more excited when she heard the words. This is a big event. She hurriedly asked Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Wen to find a kettle and fill it with tea for everyone to take along the road to quench their thirst. She is still not used to drinking the river water.

Wen Shi came over in a low voice and said, "Madam, the kettle is not enough."

Yu Miaomiao hurriedly said: "Take three medium-sized gourds for watering, one carved for landscape painting, one painted, and the one with curved neck and convex surface wrapped with plum blossoms."

Wenshi hurried to prepare not to mention it.

Yu Miaomiao looked at Bi Kuo, Liu Yan and Qiao Heng and smiled happily.

Now that her gourds have been processed slowly, they just happened to ask them to help with advertising. These three people usually see many more people than her, so it would be good to sell them exclusively to students.

(End of this chapter)