Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Zhou Man handed the copied printing technique to Mingda, and Mingda had no doubts.

She handed it over to the craftsmen from the Mo family for pondering. They quickly understood the pros and cons and replied, "It's not impossible to burn such a typeface, but it is actually better and cheaper to print old books than engravings."

Mingda said: "Let's put the pros and cons aside. You research it first and master the technology. You don't need to look at the actual situation. At least we can use it when we need it, and we won't be stretched."

Zhou Man couldn't help giving her a thumbs up, "Awesome, that's right, just like we learn medical skills, not all medical skills can be used, but we also have to learn it, and it takes as long as we are a doctor. , I can't wait to encounter such a disease before learning temporarily."

Mingda said: "First, burn out the commonly used characters. For the first book...let's choose one of Erlang's books. Which book do you think is better?"

"Don't all his books have engravings?" Mingda is very partial to Bai Erlang. In recent years, he has written a lot of storybooks, but not many serious articles, but there are a lot of fairies and ghosts and all corners of the world. She doesn't care about people's love If you don't like to watch it, you all want people to engrave it.

Among the manuscripts of manuscripts, Bai Erlang's manuscripts have always been fresh and refined printing, which is too conspicuous.

Every time it is printed, Bai Shanneng receives a set as a gift, and Zhou Man also receives a set. There are always two sets in the study at home, and even Mr. Zhuang's set has a lot of them in their home.

Mingda said: "It's not good to try the first movable type with someone else's book. What if the print is broken?"

Zhou Man immediately said: "I'm not afraid, I have a medical book, it's not very thick, I'll give it to you to print, and you can sell the printed book in the bookstore. Just a batch."

Mingda: "It's still from Yin Erlang. After all, it's a medical book. If it's vague, wouldn't it be a mistake? He's not afraid of this."

"Okay," Zhou Man looked up at the sky and sighed, "The first book printed by movable type is enough to go down in history, right? Even if it's just a sentence."

Mingda couldn't help but burst out laughing, pulled her and said, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to leave your name in the history books? I'm just afraid that in the future, the history books won't be able to write you all on one page."

"That's not necessarily true," Zhou Man said, "I have been watching history recently and found that there are very few women in the annals of history, and most of them are relatives of the harem, but after reading it carefully, there are traces of some women in many historical events, then, from Someone started, are women really so insignificant in history, it's not worth mentioning more in history books."

"Let's not talk about it, let's just talk about Empress Wende. I heard Bai Er said that the Hanlin Academy is now compiling the history books of the late emperor, and Empress Wende occupies such a small amount of space," Zhou Man gestured with both hands and said. : "The late emperor wrote such a thick history book in his life, but Queen Wende only accounted for so much."

Zhou Man pinched the point of his fingertips to show Mingda, and sighed: "But we all know that Empress Wende can be called the queen of the ages. I'm afraid I won't meet an empress who is better than Niangniang again."

Mingda couldn't help looking left and right, then nodded her forehead and whispered, "How many queens can you experience? It's fine if you say this in front of me. I don't care at first, I've been talked about a lot, and I'm going to have a grudge in my heart."

"I know, didn't I just say it in front of you?"

Mingda thought thoughtfully, "So you printed your medical book?"

"Forget it," Zhou Man waved his hand indifferently, "you can't spoil the love between your husband and wife, just spoil him."

Mingda: "...Then you told me so much, didn't you just convince me to print your first medical book?"

"No, I'm just acting like a spoiled brat at you, and I'm just going to talk about it here," Zhou Man said, "Let them study it, and find me when the font is burnt out. I'll be busy with the imperial doctor's office for acne in the past few days."

Minda responds.

Mingda wants money, money, and people, and the speed of research is very fast. Of course, the speed of printing books is even faster.

In less than a month, they printed the batch of books that Zhou Man and Bai Shan wanted, and then the two entrusted Caoyun to transport the books to Bai Jingxing, who gave her full control.

Bai Jingxing and Yang Zezhi had more than 100 kinds of books on their book lists, and many of them were annotated books. Generally, such books were only collected in Guozijian and Fuxue, and they could not even be bought in bookstores outside.

The engraving was distributed to her by the late emperor from the royal bookstore, and it is extremely precious.

She picked up a set and gave it to the county school, and pointed out that she wanted to support the female students in the county school.

But how can there be female students in the county school?

The county school had to hurry up to recruit a few, anyway, get the book first and then talk about it.

These books are not even available in bookstores.

Bai Jingxing must watch these recruited female students take root in the county school. Li Han has Yang Zezhi, a ready-made scholar who is here, who can guide his homework and understand the local customs. Don't go in a hurry.

They stayed in one county school for three or four months, and then switched to the next county school for another two or three months. After a year, they didn't go much, but they made a name for themselves in the southwest area, and many scholars came to look for them. They learn from each other.

Don't say it, what Confucius said is very reasonable. If you are three people, you must have my teacher. Although the scholars who come to them may not be as knowledgeable as them, there must be an aspect that surpasses them.

In particular, Bai Jingxing was still young and had many shortcomings, so he learned a lot from communicating with people.

Spring rain is as precious as oil, even if it is rainy in the southwest, the rain at this time is also very precious.

The carriage walked slowly in the rain. The guards wore scorpions and guarded the carriage on both sides. One guard rode a horse and ran back from the road. He stopped the horse when he reached the first carriage, "Langjun, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, there is a seat in front The City God Temple can rest.”

Yang Zezhi lifted the curtain and looked at the drowsy sky, and asked, "How far is it from entering the city?"

"It's about thirty miles away, but the rain is getting bigger and it's getting dark. It's not safe to travel in the rainy night."

Yang Zezhi nodded: "Go to the Chenghuang Temple in front of you to rest."

"Yes."

A group of people rushed to the Temple of the City God, and there were already many people sheltering from the rain, all of whom were on their way.

There were so many chariots and horses suddenly coming outside the temple, and they couldn't help but stand at the door to watch the excitement.

Dongfang jumped out of the carriage, took down the horse stool, opened the umbrella, and opened the curtain to let Yang Ze get out of the carriage.

Yang Zezhi just got out of the car, and the person standing outside the rain curtain took a deep breath and stared at him with wide eyes. An old man who was sitting still in the temple was also turning his head to look at him. When he saw him, he couldn't help but praise: "What a handsome descendant."

The middle-aged man sitting across from him heard the words and looked out, stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's really handsome, just like his father."