Zhao Shu was stunned, then reached out and "Pick it up."

It is easy to distinguish between printed and manually copied. Zhao Shu sneered and took a book, opened it and took a look...

The handwriting is dull!

Who carved the board?

Carving is the first thing to do when writing. People with good calligraphy must write it on it, and then craftsmen carve it based on it.

But these words looked dull and boring and had no spirituality, which made Zhao Shu furious.

How can the poems and articles of our ancestors be printed in such fonts?

But he immediately understood Chen An again.

He is trying to rush to work.

Besides, he is still the clan clan who was ridiculed in his bones. When I was ridiculed, no ancestors except my family showed their power, so it would be great if they had one.

Zhao Shu continued to look down, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Why do these words look like they are just as stiff?"

Zhao Shu became more and more frightened.

All were printed.

In such a short time, Chen An actually completed so many books.

He looked up, "Where are you looking for such a carving?"

"I haven't found so many carvings." Carving on the mud, the speed... The carving master invited said that anyone can do the carving work in the future, which is very sad. It is probably because the old craftsman who thought that inherited his skills could not help but feel sad when he saw the modern lathe, and felt that he had no place to use his skills.

Chen An felt that he was witnessing a great moment, "I have printed fifty sets, just outside the palace."

"Take it in."

Chen Zhongheng went there in person. Before leaving, he glanced at Chen An and felt that his good friend was really amazing.

Not only him, but even the prime ministers looked at Chen An with admiration.

A group of eunuchs came later.

Chen An heard the dense sound of footsteps, so he turned around and took a look.

Damn it!

Fifty eunuchs came in one by one with twelve books.

How heavy are the twelve books?

This formalism is very serious!

Chen An turned around, and then the prime ministers squatted there in a set of hands and looked around.

"Your Majesty." Han Qi flipped around and looked up and said, "The word... is ugly and unbearable!"

This is a bad habit of literati!

Chen An said bluntly: "Dare you ask Han Xiang, why does the word "existence" exist?"

Han Qi sneered: "You are not born yet when I was studying! The word is the meaning!"

The word represents meaning and explains all things in the world.

"Do you think this word is clear enough?"

Han Qi knew what he meant, but he still said dissatisfiedly: "Reading is an elegant thing, and good words are pleasing to the eye. Your words are hasty and dull and boring. How can people immerse themselves in the book?"

hehe!

This group of people has many problems!

It also requires perfect fonts, so why don’t you use the characters of the Saint of Books to be stereotyped?

Chen An was not used to their problem. "I dare to ask Han Xiang, is books that pursue the beauty of characters in a nitpicking way... In other words, do you think it is better to allow books to enter thousands of households, or can only be owned by rich people?"

"What do you want to say?" Han Qi frowned and said, "If the court is well-off, I would like to suggest that Your Majesty print more good books and sell them at a cheap price."

The expensive books are the biggest problem since ancient times. So sometimes, anyone who has read books can easily find an official.

"In addition, the books in the Song Dynasty are not expensive." Han Qi said lightly: "I bought a collection of poems the day before yesterday, but it was only fifty words."

Fifty-word books are really not expensive in this era.

Chen An smiled and said, "What if it could be cheaper?"

The hall was quiet for a moment.

"What did you say?" Ouyang Xiu walked out with a rare look. "I know very well about this. A good carving worker, with a board and a working price, costs two jin of chunks of chunks of boards, how many chunks of boards are needed for a book? The poems and articles of officials of all dynasties have been added up to hundreds of thousands of words. The carvings of the Shen family must have piled up like a mountain, right? One board and two jin of chunks, how many jin of twelve books? It costs thousands of jin. Unless it is printed in large quantities, the price of this book is amazing. How can you be cheaper?

Moreover, the carved plates will be blurred after printing many times, so you have to re-carve the new board. How much does these all kinds of things cost? If you can come up with a cheaper way, I should thank you for the scholars all over the world."

He thought for a while, "I have a genuine work of Yu Shinan in my hand. If this matter can be accomplished, I will give it to Guoguo as a copybook."

Han Qi couldn't help but be surprised, "Don't Yong actually have the original works of Yu Shinan in hand? I remember that year, I asked who had the original works of Yu Shinan. I wanted to observe them, why did you say no?"

Ouyang Xiuli said with confidence: "You Han Qi are domineering. If you see a forced purchase and sale, what will I do?"

Han Qi is a little shameless, but it should not be too much forcing to buy and sell.

The two were about to start choking.

Chen An said seriously: "What if the two-month-month version of money is less than the same money, or even less?"

The base of copper plate can be reused infinitely, and the cost of clay movable type... is the cost of carving, but the difficulty of carving on clay and carving on wooden boards is so great that it can make the masters vomit blood.

They will feel that carving on the clay is a child's thing.

But this child's thing is now in the hall.

"How many?"

Han Qi said with a bright look: "I know that Chen An doesn't like to say anything in this matter, how much? If it's really cheaper, I'll snatch the authentic works of Yu Shinan from Ouyang Xiu! In addition, what copybook does Guoguo want? I have it at my home, so I'll choose three of them!"

What does the prime minister want to see most?

Education to transform the world!

And this requires books.

If books can be cheap enough for ordinary people to be willing to buy, then they are not far from this goal.

Chen An smiled and said, "The mud is the word."

In an instant, Han Qi covered his forehead, "Mixed clay, do you use mud to make the plate, carve it and then fire it? Good idea! Good idea!"

Chen An continued, "No, mud-moving type!"

Bang!

Han Qi slapped himself on the forehead hard.

He has never been so happy.

Zhao Shu's reaction was half a beat slower. When he reacted, he couldn't help but clench his fists, got up and asked, "What should I do later?"

Movable type, as the name suggests, is a movable character model. Mud-clay movable type is to use mud to burn movable type.

He had almost imagined that scene.

But he still needs Chen An's explanation to prove his judgment.

"Fry movable type, and then type according to the content..."

Han Qi interrupted him and asked, "How to fix it?"

Chen An said: "There is something glued at the back. After typing, burn it and it will be fixed when it is cold."

"Rosin, candle!"

This is Bao Zheng. He looked at Chen An with bright eyes, with relief in his eyes.

"Yes, there are some more things."

Chen An said: "There is no difference between the back and the woodblock."

Zhao Shu closed his eyes and said, "With the mud, carving, firing..."

He seemed to see the words of mud appearing and looming in the flames.

The clay characters are arranged, fixed, and then brushed ink to cover the paper...

He opened his eyes and nodded, "It's that simple, go and have a look."

He couldn't help but reminded Chen Zhongheng: "The official family, where the saints used to be..."

In the morning, Gao Taotao said to make snacks for him and wait for his meeting to disperse.

"Let her eat it myself."

This is a fearless emperor.

A group of people left the imperial city in a mighty manner, and Zhang Ba Nian arrived late.
To be continued...