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Ding Laowai didn't dare to think about this overwhelming fortune. One hundred coins were enough to make him live a stable old age. He had the motivation to start working without urging him.

First, I applied paste to the wooden board and then pasted the picture. After drying it in the sun, I took the tools and started carving it. The wood chips flew in less than a stick of incense to complete a painting.

He carefully polished the burrs with a small file and handed them to Yan Wei's hand, and said with a gaze: "Let's see if the old man's skills are okay?"

Yan Wei took it in his hand and saw the characters on the wooden board appear vividly and could not help but praise: "It feels better than what I painted. My father-in-law just keeps doing it. He will give you his usual money after making one. He will never be incurred on the spot."

Ding Laowai thanked: "The old man knows the integrity of the husband, but can he only make this one today? The old wife at home is sick and now she has the salary given by the husband and wants to take medicine."

"It's okay, it's important to treat diseases. I'll only carve this one today."

Yan Wei left five stagnant of money for Ding Laowai and returned to Zhangshanfang. As soon as he entered the house, Wei Chi Ming couldn't wait to ask, "Brother Yan, why can't I understand why you made this broken wooden board?"

Yan Wei smiled, "Immediately, you will understand."

What he wanted to do was naturally woodblock printing. Woodblock printing appeared in the middle and late Tang Dynasty, and movable type printing was in the Song Dynasty. However, the low-cost movable type printing technology failed to eliminate woodblock printing.

The biggest reason is that the quality of woodblock printing is amazing. Whether it is complex words or complex patterns, they can produce good results. Scholars from the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties were also fond of woodblock printing, and even in the 21st century, woodblock printing was still useful.

Yan Wei put the engraved plate on the table table, dipped it ink with a brush and evenly applied it on the wooden board. After the raised figures were soaked, he took a piece of paper that had been cut in advance and spread it on it. He took the roller and pushed it gently. When he picked up the paper again, there was already an extra pattern on it.

It was not very clear, and many places were blackened. After trying several times, he finally printed out an intact pattern, which was not worse than the hand-painted half point.

After mastering the trick, the printing speed immediately increased. Seeing that Yan Wei had printed out more than ten paintings in a short time, Yuchi Ming looked incredible, "God, I'm making a painting so easy and simple, let me try it! Let me try it!"

Yuchi Ming, this fool, spent twenty or thirty pieces of paper in a row to master the trick. He looked at the perfect pattern with pride and shook his fingers as thick as a carrot, "I can draw with these ten fingers, so why can everyone draw?"

"It has nothing to do with your ten fingers. With the carved version of the "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" only half a stick of incense at most." Yan Wei asked seriously: "If I value the "Hundred Birds Paying to the Phoenix" for twenty cents, how many copies do you think I can sell?"

Yuchi Ming's two bull eyes were chaotic, "I can't figure it out if I'm stupid. No matter what, Brother Yan has to let me participate in this business."

A printing workshop was quickly spread out in the Yan family, and three people were definitely not enough. Fortunately, Yuchi Ming had a book boy and maid who could help, and all of them signed the contract to sell their bodies and was absolutely reliable.

Yan Wei and Yuchi Ming were responsible for printing, Zhang Buer and Shutong Xiaozhu were responsible for sorting and sorting, and the sewing was handed over to Yuchi Ming's personal maid Wanniang.

A woman sat upright on the desk in the inner side, pinching the silver needle with her green onion fingers, rubbing between her neat temples and then tying it on the paper manuscript. With a little force on the thimble on the palm of her palm, the silver needle easily shuttled through the paper manuscript several times, and finally tied a knot, which became a thread-bound book in the Song Dynasty.

Zhang Buer was absent-minded, and his eyes glanced at Wan Niang's thick waist, which was like a millstone, and swallowed secretly.

Shutong Xiaozhu used his elbow to hold Zhang Buer, "Brother Buer, you put it in the wrong place. These are the twenty-eight pictures, why did you put it in front of you?"

"Oh, I can't count the words and I can't count them. I only remember the pictures. I bought them and looked at the paintings. I don't care which one they were."

Xiao Zhu scratched her scalp and said to herself, "Well, it seems to make some sense."

"Of course, I'll have ten years more meals than you!" Zhang Buer suddenly lowered his voice and pointed at the thick back inside and said, "Has Wan Niang ever been betrothed by someone?"

Xiao Zhu smiled and replied, "Brother Bu Er is really good at seeing. Wanniang is the most beautiful and virtuous maid in the mansion. Even the wife gave her a thumbs up and praised her. Many people in the mansion were staring at her, but the young master didn't like Wanniang very much and never touched her."

"That's good! That's good!" Zhang Buer's face was full of excitement. He took a plate of cold utensils (银) and walked behind Wanniang, took a breath slowly, and a faint sweet fragrance penetrated into his nostrils...

He sorted out his emotions and asked softly: "Wan Niang is tired, eat something first!"

"Thank you, Brother Buer!" Wan Niang turned around to pick her up, but Zhang Buer took the opportunity to touch Wan Niang's hand. She felt that Wan Niang's hand was crisp and soft, making half of his arm numb. If this fat body was held in his arms, wouldn't it be like a god-like happiness?

Bang!

A fat hand woke up Zhang Buer's dream. The gentleness on Wan Niang's face turned into ferociousness. She put one hand on her hip and poked Zhang Buer's chest with the other, "You are a vulgar embryo, don't think I'm not sure what you are thinking in your heart. Tell you that my beautiful body is left for my young man. Don't think of eating swan meat, hurry up and apologize to me, otherwise I won't forgive you!"

Wanniang said as she raised her hand and hit her again. Zhang Buer turned around and ran away. She accidentally tripped on the ground by the threshold. Wanniang stepped forward and sat on Zhang Buer's back, and greeted Zhang Buer vigorously with both hands.

Zhang Buer held his head and begged for mercy, "Wanniang, I was wrong. I shouldn't take advantage of you, so I'll spare me! Alang! Save me quickly! Alang..."

Yan Wei in the room ignored the deaf ears and was only grateful in his heart that he did not let Wan Niang sleep with him in Fujiaofang that day. He turned his head to look at Yuchi Ming next to him, and joked with a smile: "Brother Yuchi has such a passionate and virtuous beauty, which makes me envious!"

Yuchi said without raising his head: "You know that I don't like Wanniang, but my mother insisted on her taking care of my daily life. I don't think you are envious but jealous. When I returned to Chang'an last year, you asked me for Wanniang to be a concubine, just because Wanniang is the eldest maid next to my mother, and I didn't dare to agree to you."

Yan Wei shook his head repeatedly, "Impossible, how could I like her!"

"How is it impossible? You even wrote a thousand-word love letter to Wan Niang. It's so sincere. I forgot it in just a few months?"

"Absolutely... absolutely impossible!" Yan Wei suddenly caught a glimpse of Wan Niang who had stood up and returned to the room and smiled shyly at her, and a chill broke out in her heart...
Chapter completed!