Chen Zhengtai picked up the pen and wrote another Chen.

This time, the Taige style was used, which was strongly promoted by the Ming Dynasty.

Such fonts may have low artistic value, but they can be favored by being upright, straight, and neat. At first glance, it is very ordinary, but when you look closely, you will find that the font is smooth and round when writing, and elegant. The structure is graceful and elegant, and graceful.

"Huh?" Chen Zhengtai couldn't help but be surprised, because he realized that the Taige style, which was the official font of the Ming Dynasty, was the most suitable for woodblock printing. The font did not have much charm, and the structure of the font was also suitable for printing.

After writing three fonts in a row, Chen Zhengtai felt that his wrist was a little painful.

Although his wrist hurt, he was very satisfied and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Yes, this is the best, this is the best, just use this, you can see, how?"

He turned around and saw that nine scholars were already crazy, staring at the ink traces in his pen like crazy, each with an unnatural expression.

"Where did you learn the word "Emma"?" Hao Chujun looked very serious with a tense face.

Chen Zhengtai smiled and said, "I learned it from some experts."

"Which master?" Hao Chujun looked suspicious and then said seriously: "My benefactor, can you recommend this master to us?"

this……

Isn't this arguing?

Your uncle, where can I find you a master? Song Huizong and Yan Zhenqing are not born yet.

Seeing Chen Zhengtai speechless.

"You are also kind to the Lord to fulfill your integrity."

Seeing him pressing forward step by step.

Chen Zhengtai said annoyedly: "Can I think it's okay if I'm thinking about it myself?"

really……

The nine people were stormy in their hearts.

No wonder, if there were such an expert and such a font, it would have been spread all over the world, so how could they have no idea?

It seems to be... very difficult.

"How did you figure it out?" Hao Chujun stared at Chen Zhengtai tightly, completely stunningly breaking the casserole and asking the whole thing.

Chen Zhengtai looked like he was not caring. In fact, it was not difficult for time travelers to bring some things from later generations to this world. It was actually not difficult to explain it.

The difficulty lies in the difficulty. A time traveler with a conscience cannot take things from later generations for himself. Once a person has a sense of shame, it will be difficult to explain these phenomena.

But Chen Zhengtai is a person with a conscience. After all,... if you want to be kind, you have to give Yan Zhenqing and Song Huizong the rest of the future, right?

But now that people are serious, Chen Zhengtai can't explain it no matter what. He sighed in his heart and had to answer: "It's easy to think about it, only four words: work hard and struggle!"

Hao Chujun suddenly wanted to cry.

The people from Li Yifu were laughing and crying, and we worked very hard, but why can’t we figure it out?

Obviously, this kind-hearted master is idle all day long, but he does this today and that tomorrow. Is this considered "working"?

Chen Zhengtai sighed: "There is a path for the mountain of books, and the sea of ​​learning is endless and hard to work hard. If you study hard, this will benefit you greatly in the future. Of course, don't take me as a proposition everywhere and you can't learn it."

“…”

"In the past few days, in addition to reviewing your homework and preparing for the scientific examination, you have time to write a copybook. You can copy it carefully and be sure to copy the copybook well. I will be of great use in the future. Please help me study together. Of course, the scientific examination is about to be imminent, and reading is also very important. I will tutor you if I have time."

Chen Zhengtai left this sentence and left.

The nine people still stared at the copybook without saying a word.

They carefully observed the three Chen characters around the copybook. The master's brushwork was still a little unfamiliar, but the brushwork was amazing. Such people were afraid that they would only be found in heaven, which was amazing.

Li Yifu couldn't help but murmured to himself: "If I learn running script from him, it would be a waste of my life."

Many people actually nodded silently.

Hao Chujun thought hard, why can people write such calligraphy at will? I have been studying hard for ten years and practiced the running script every day, but I have not made any progress?

People are so angry that they are more popular.

...

Chen Zhengtai sneaked out of the school and was about to go home to find the textbook and sort it out. But he saw a riding shadow roaring past in front of him. He saw Li Chengqian riding a tall horse with a high head, excited look. Behind him, a group of eunuchs and guards were panting. He stopped the horse in front of Chen Zhengtai, and said happily: "Senior brother, are you going to ride a horse with Gu? Gu's riding skills are amazing."

Recently, Li Shimin allowed Li Chengqian to come to Erpigou at any time. Li Chengqian has let himself go and run around here all day long. Chen Zhengtai saw him riding on a horse and showing off his might, and shook his head: "If I don't ride a horse, I will break my legs."

Li Chengqian glared at him: "Spit, not a hero."

Chen Zhengtai didn't take his provocation, but just shook his head at him. Chen Zhengtai suddenly thought of something. Li Chengqian in history broke his leg and finally became lame.

Chen Zhengtai couldn't help but startled. Just as he was about to stop him, Li Qiankun tightened the reins and left.

Chen Zhengtai had no choice but to shout at his back.

"Junior brother, ride slowly and be careful to break your legs."

Seeing Li Chengqian whizzing away, there was no response.

Chen Zhengtai had no choice but to shout in a loud voice: "You want to ride somewhere else, don't come to Erpigou...gou...gou...gou...gou..."

His voice was hoarse, but Li Chengqian ignored him at all. Chen Zhengtai had to shrugge, okay, the important thing is important.

The primary school Chinese and math textbooks were taken out from the bedroom. Chen Zhengtai hid in his study and spread the paper. At this time, he was very attentive. Although some jokes were occasionally made, Chen Zhengtai was still quite awe-inspiring to some extent.

Because this is the peak period when humans in later generations are at their peak, a set of effective learning methods have been figured out by countless experts and scholars, which has gathered the efforts of countless people in the education industry.

In this era where there are only private schools or family schools, people are just piling up more resources to cultivate their children for education.

The greatness of textbooks is that they adopt extremely scientific methods. Through slow accumulation and gradual progress, people can start from the introductory practice and slowly master knowledge.

Chen Zhengtai started copying carefully.

It’s okay to say that Arabic letters must be excerpted. Although this thing does not come from the East, this thing is indeed a great innovation in the history of mathematics, so Chen Zhengtai copied almost all of them.

However, Chinese language needs to be extremely careful. If you are not careful, you may make some big news, and you may get caught.

So he must be careful and cautious.

Pinyin is also unusable, but fortunately... Chinese teaching is easy to start and then difficult. For those who have no foundation at all, this Chinese textbook is equivalent to the civilian version of the "Sunflower Book" in this era.

Princess Sui'an came to find Chen Zhengtai twice. When she saw Chen Zhengtai locking herself in her study, she could see the third uncle leaning out of her head and mind. When she saw someone coming, she left with her hands behind her back, holding a bird cage, and acting like nothing had happened.

"Senior brother, are you studying a book?"

Chen Zhengtai had already packed up the manuscript, so Princess Sui'an could not see this matter.

"What book did senior brother practice?"

Seeing that she looked good recently and looked smiling, most of the time, it was because her father was lucky enough to see her mother. She couldn't help but sigh. She was such a good child.

"It's just an ordinary book. If you come to play with it, you have nothing to do with it. You should use it as a way to cultivate your sentiment."

Princess Sui'an couldn't help but blink and said seriously: "I think the books I have compiled by my senior brother must be extremely powerful."

Chen Zhengtai laughed and covered up the past.

After a few days, the contents of the first to third grades of elementary school that he copied were completed. Chen Zhengtai first asked nine scholars to copy, and all of them were used in Taige style running scripts. Then he looked for craftsmen and prepared carvings.

Printing had not yet appeared in the early Tang Dynasty.

So everything has to be repeated. Fortunately, this is not an advanced technology. Moreover, because only the text is printed, there is no need to use movable type printing. The craftsmen he sought were all stonemasons with exquisite craftsmanship, but this time they did not let them carve letters on stones, but on copper plates. Chen Zhengtai gave a lot of money, and the craftsmen also worked hard.

This first small printing workshop in the Tang Dynasty was established in Erpigou.

Hao Chujun and his nine others witnessed the ink-covered copper plate printed pages full of handwriting on white paper, which was shocked and trembling.

They never imagined that a book was no longer written by hand, but by printing it again and again, like a large seal, and the last part was released. In just one hour, more than two hundred copies of the same text were printed.

This... has reached an unimaginable point.

Hao Chujun looked at everything in front of him silently. The people who made the books were no longer scholars, but a group of craftsmen who didn't even know big words. They controlled the brass carved plates, supplemented ink at any time, and finally created the "book". On the other hand, someone organized different pages into books, and all this... for Hao Chujun, it was like a dream.

"My benefactor... why did he print this book?"

Hao Chujun looked at Chen Zhengtai, and he began to feel more and more that Chen Zhengtai was like a monster.
Chapter completed!