Chapter 513 The fellow villager is still a craftsman

Liu Kuoyuan's time travel experience is pure and bitter tears. Wen Mianmian thought he was so miserable. He was the cannon fodder script, right?

Maybe cannon fodder is not considered!

"You didn't show off while you were going to pay your respects? Use your bachelor to shock Lord Liu."

Speaking of this, Liu Kuoyuan was even more uncomfortable, "It was because he showed off that he was cleaned up. He didn't show off to the point, but he turned around and was cleaned up by my legitimate mother."

"Who is not in the time-traveling army is so prosperous. Even if you survive in the wilderness, it is better than this. Messenger, if my servant had not picked up a newspaper, I wouldn't know who to ask for, and maybe when I would be

I don't know if I kill it."

"I'm just a loser. I've just passed the IQ. You can't expect me to have an IQ of 18. Except for changing the shell, it's no different from before."

It's so scary. Who said that you can make a big splash after traveling through time and counterattack all the way? I am the only one in the world?

They are all liars!

The tears were wiped out, and the sleeves were wet. Then I asked, "Mr., when did you come? What did you do before? Why are your life so good? Don't you dare to talk to you loudly? You said the wrong one.

Will be beaten to death?”

Wen Mianmian took a sip of tea and took a breath of tea, "I am different from you. I am a fetal one, and I am born with some memories."

"As for identity, I'm very embarrassed. I'll wear gold and silver when I'm born."

It is better not to tell whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, so it is better not to tell all the secrets.

Liu Kuoyuan's eyes turned red again, and he was envious.

The two of them exchanged their stories and found Liu Kuoyuan's bottom, which was better than him. Intangible cultural heritage - the inheritor of movable type printing technology. The inheritance is inheritance, but in order to eat, he still embarked on the path of social animals, and saved people.

Death.

Still a hero.

"Yo, are you a craftsman?"

Liu Kuoyuan nodded, "I tell you, your newspaper is not good enough to print, the font size is not completely unified, it is used to use movable type, this is a very expensive, the daily content of the newspaper reports is different, and it has to be carved tens of thousands of times.

It's all right, I can see that I should have been a little hurry at the beginning, not very meticulous."

"I have also read these books, most of which are handwritten, and the woodblock printing is not very particular."

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

Wen Mianmian asked the most realistic question, "Have you known all the words here?"

I remember that when she came, she had been working secretly for a long time, otherwise she would have been semi-illiterate.

Liu Kuoyuan was stunned and shook his head with difficulty, "I have been locked up for so long, but 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 really miserable. Forget it, let’s pull him out.

After making a decision, he got up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the printing house to see it. You can first carve a piece of cake and see it. Remember, show your greatest ability. You have to give me a reason to go to the Liu family 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 a princess in the future."

As he said that, he sat down again and popularized the rules here to avoid talking nonsense.

There are too many rules, and it is only half an hour to say this. It is already half an afternoon when they arrive at the printing house.

The printing workshop is very busy, and the master in charge of carving is even busier. Here we use wooden movable type. If a piece of character is used for a long time, it will easily become uneven, which will affect the printing effect and need to be replaced at any time.

When the master saw Wen Mianmian, he hurriedly greeted him. Wen Mianmian asked him to see how Liu Kuoyuan carved it.

Seeing the familiar tools in front of him, Liu Kuoyuan sat down, picked up a piece of cut wooden block and looked at it. He first polished the wooden blocks evenly, and then picked up the pen and wrote an extremely beautiful reverse writing article on the wooden block.

What Wen Mianmian doesn’t know is that this tests the strength of the kung fu, whether the fingers can be stable, etc., all require long-term practice.

As soon as the word Liu Kuoyuan was released, the master's eyes lit up.

Several masters around also surrounded him and looked at him without blinking.

Liu Kuoyuan, who put down his pen, picked up a sharp carving knife and cut off the parts without words on the page little by little, slowly digging out the shape of the font, which had extremely high requirements for his wrists and fingers.

The wood chips fell down little by little, and the font gradually became clearer. I changed the knife of different shapes several times before and after a stick of incense, the font that was finally repaired and flat was finally completed.

The master picked it up carefully and watched it carefully. Then he brushed a little ink and stamped it on the white paper like a stamp. An extremely straightforward and vivid word "Sheng" appeared on the paper.

The master turned around and found a "win" on the shelf where the characters were placed. He covered it with the same method. The gap between the two characters on the white paper was particularly obvious, and Liu Kuoyuan was better at it.

"I admire you, I admire you."

The master sighed, "This young man has such a good fortune when he is so young, which shows how profound his efforts are. He cannot have such skills unless he is immersed in it for a long time."

The masters around them also expressed their recognition and admired Liu Kuoyuan very much.

Liu Kuoyuan wanted to show off a few times, but suddenly thought of Wen Mianmian's advice and nodded modestly, "You are welcome."

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

They are all craftsmen and have to make a living by relying on craftsmanship. What he has no nerve to say is that this young master's ability is far superior to his, and it would be very good if he could learn it.

Liu Kuoyuan looked at Wen Mianmian with a gaze. What he wanted now was a job.

Wen Mianmian did not disappoint him and said to the master: "This young master is the young master from Master Liu's mansion in Jingzhao Shaoyi. He is very interested in movable type printing and has received guidance from experts. I specially invited him to give it to him.

We will check for the missing and fill in the gaps. We will come here for a while. Then you can tell him more if he doesn’t understand.”

"Oh, it's a villain."

The master quickly bowed his hand, but he didn't expect that Liu Kuoyuan had such a powerful background, but he didn't look like a noble young man in this outfit.

Then Liu Kuoyuan looked around the printing house and waited to go out and said, "It's better than I thought. In fact, when we traced back, movable type printing books have not been widely popularized, so there is nothing advanced.

The skills are so proud that when society has little demand for books, woodblock printing is enough.”

"After all, it is not possible to print movable type without preparing 20,000 to 30,000 pieces. The clay sculptures are easy to break, and the copper is not adhesion, so the wood is very good. Even if I look at it, I have to change it. After my grandfather's inspection, I compared it with

Yes, Tangli wood has the best effect.”

"Your grandpa?"

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

Liu Kuoyuan sighed, "My own grandfather is a real master. He has been studying this all his life. Unfortunately, my father doesn't want to learn it, so I learned it, that's it."

This is a sad story.
Chapter completed!