After reading the heart milk ball, the cannon fodder family went crazy

The words "lithography" suddenly exploded in the minds of Su Zhaozhao and Su Dahe like thunder on the ground.

It took a while before Su Dahe found his voice.

"Aping, are you saying that lithography is used to print books?"

Su Shaoping nodded hurriedly, unable to stop the smile on his face, "Not only can you print books, but you can also print paintings."

Su Dahe looked confused. He really couldn't figure out how to use printing technology to print pictures.

Su Shaoping was not in a hurry to explain, but said: "Third uncle, you will know for yourself when you go and see for yourself."

With that said, Su Shaoping picked up Su Zhaozhao and walked towards his studio.

Su Dahe followed closely. After taking two steps, he remembered that he was still teaching a few children, so he stopped to let Su Shaoan and the others move freely.

This made several children so happy that they quickly disappeared after losing their decadence in class.

As for lithography, I don’t understand!

Before I took the stone away, Su Xiaohe was shocked to find that the poem I wrote had been completely copied to the bottom of the paper without any errors.

Su Shaoping understood the reason at first, but then when he thought about the feudal dynasty outside, he suddenly broke out in a hot sweat and nodded hurriedly.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk, this little brother is simply born to be a saint of science and engineering. If he were born in modern times, he would still have to be killed indiscriminately]

After waiting a few more minutes, I pressed the stone under the clean paper with writing on it for a few seconds.

Su Shaoping did one rainbow fart after another, while Ren Dande looked guilty.

Su Zhaozhao's eyes lit up when he heard that, yes, how could I have thought of that?

"Enough, enough!" Su Xiaohe said quickly.

Seeing that Su Xiaohe saw the secret, Su Zhaozhao also hid it, took the paper and ink and explained: "The paper and ink are specially made, based on the principle that stone absorbs ink and oil and water are compatible..."

Looking at the sketches under the table, Su Shaoping suddenly felt inspired.

"Wow, Uncle Eight, he painted you!" Su Shaoping said in surprise.

Seeing the shock on Su Xiaohe's face, Su Zhaozhao said with a proud look on his face: "Uncle Eighth, that's just enough, don't blink."

"Of course it looks like it." Su Shaoping raised his head proudly, "That's the sketch and realistic painting you taught Uncle Eight."

"You know Uncle Eight, lithography was not originally made for him. He can do whatever he wants." Su Zhaozhao said with concern.

Hearing those words, Su Xiaohe's expression changed and he quickly covered Su Shaoping's mouth while winking at Su Zhaozhao.

"Long live Uncle Eighth!" Su Shaoping raised his hands and shouted excitedly.

There is no comparison between pure dimensionality reduction attacks.

[I thought that my brother really developed lithography. Calculating the time, it was a hundred years earlier than Sunny Field]

I wanted Ren Dande to use lithography to dedicate it to Emperor Ming to claim credit, but now lithography has no more important role in my hands.

Su Zhaozhao was amused, touched Su Shaoping's head and said, "Yes, yes, your Zhaozhao family is still great."

"It shouldn't be copied hundreds of times...roughly, maybe, maybe..." Su Zhaozhao looked certain, and then I quickly added: "If Uncle Eight thinks it is enough, you can find a way to improve it."

Su Zhaozhao: Thank you for the invitation. It is used in modern times. Now you can walk sideways (crossed out) all over the world!

It's just like how ancient people drilled wood to make fire, but now people only need flint to make fire.

"Zhaozhao, these two words were never spoken before, do you understand?"

Su Xiaohe, a scumbag in science and engineering: Thank you for making Chu State a liberal arts and sciences subject! (bushi)

After he finished writing and passed half the incense stick, Su Shaoping peeled off the paper on the stone, then took out a box of ink and a large brush. He dipped the big brush in the ink and spread it evenly under the stone.

Su Xiaohe brought new paper and covered it under the stone. After looking at Su Shaoping, he began to draw slowly under the paper using a sketch method.

[My brother is not Sue Sunnerfield from Chu State, a genius among geniuses, awesome! 】

Ren Dande took one look and was shocked: "It really looks like Zhao Zhao. This is the first time you have seen such a similar portrait!"

Su Zhaozhao turned around with a solemn expression, walked inside and looked around. If he found anything, he went back outside and nodded to Su Xiaohe.

Su Xiaohe was confused. I understood that oil and water are compatible, but what about fatty medicinal ink, acid-containing glue, acidified water-repellent ink and color, and non-acidified water-repellent ink and color development? I heard a squeaking sound.

At the same time, Su Shaoping listened with great interest.

studio.

A moment ago, I used the same method to print a portrait of Su Shaoping.

Su Xiaohe looked touched and said without any choking in his voice: "Aping, Uncle Eight owed him a favor that time."

Su Zhaozhao re-brushed the ink on the stone, and printed a broken poem on it again, repeating it back and forth a dozen times. Su Xiaohe went from the initial shock to numbness.

"That naughty kid!" Su Xiaohe slowly covered your mouth again, "If you ever said those two words before, your whole family would be unsafe, do you understand?"

Is it fun to play?

Su Xiaohe's heart felt cold when he thought of what he had to do next.

"Brother, he said that if Uncle Eight draws your whole family and then prints it out with lithography, won't you have any family photos?"

Su Dahe didn't know why, but he didn't ask anything. Instead, he picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and wrote the full text of Li Bai's "After the chaos and separation, Tianenliu Yelang recalled the old travels and presented it to Jiangxia Wei Prefect Liangzai".

Su Xiaohe looked at the stone outside my hand. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out the principle.

Seeing Su Zhaozhao who still wanted to continue copying, Su Xiaohe quickly stopped him.

"What are you talking about?" Su Shaoping looked confused, "Long live?"

In an instant, the two of them blinked and looked at Su Xiaohe.

Su Shaoping took out a square stone about the same size as paper and placed it on the table. Then he took out a piece of paper about the same size and covered it. Then he pointed to a box of ink on the table and said: "Uncle Third, you Use this ink to write a poem on paper.”

Seeing the fear on Ren Dande's face, Su Xiaohe was afraid of scaring you, so he said loudly before letting go of you: "Zhaozhao, trouble comes from the mouth. Uncle Eight knows that he understands. He must pay attention before, whether he is going to fall into the trap or not." The population is real.”

Su Zhaozhao looked at it for a long time and found that the core of lithographic printing was not under the stone, but under the paper and ink at the end.

From my understanding, whether it is movable type printing or block printing, it requires a delay to make the words before printing.

Su Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief and let Su Shaoping go.

Su Xiaohe waved his hand to push away the two people's passable attacks, coughed heavily and said, "Let's wait until you have no time."

"That's enough, Aping, how many times can his... stone be copied?"

Ren Dande blinked his eyes and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What's wrong with Uncle Eight?"

Just as he was thinking about it, Su Xiaohe suddenly discovered a fatal problem.

But Su Zhaozhao's lithographic printing technique only requires one handwriting to print, and the efficiency can't be described in words.

Su Xiaohe nodded, then changed the subject and said: "Aping, he is keeping the lithographic printing secret for the time being to let others know."

"Uncle Eighth, you remember." Su Shaoping said babously.

"Uncle Eight~"

I must have guessed correctly. The method I used was not developed by Senna Field.