Chapter 308 Paper and Ink

   "Try engraving another one in Yangwen."

  Looking at the blurred words on the paper, Feng Yong frowned and said.

  The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny.

  Guan Ji heard the words and engraved it again, this time engraving it backwards, protruding the characters, then brushing the ink again, and pressing it on the paper to print it again.

  Although this time was better than the last time, it was limited.

  The font is still blurred, but the outline can be seen, and some words can be barely recognized.

   "Ink is not good."

   "Paper won't work."

  Feng Yong and Guan Ji said something at the same time, and after they finished speaking, they looked at each other and smiled.

   "Sanniang, you go first."

   Feng Yong said.

"This paper is not good." Guan Ji shook her head and said, "The quality of the paper is too rough. You need to use as much ink as possible for this kind of printing, but this paper absorbs ink very well. Black group."

   "I missed it." Feng Yong nodded and said, "Paper is not good, and neither is ink."

  Ink these days is mostly made of natural minerals such as graphite, which is not viscous enough and the quality is not up to standard. It can be used for writing, but it is not competent for printing.

   "But why can the official seal be printed so clearly?"

  Feng Yong seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to be asking Guan Ji.

   "Naturally because of the mimeograph..."

  Guan Ji replied casually.

"Oil?"

  Feng Yong was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "That's right! Ink, why didn't I remember this?"

  Didn’t the printers of later generations just use ink to print?

  The school conditions in the countryside are poor. I remember that when I was in elementary school, the teachers wrote the questions for the usual tests and final exams, then wrote them on wax paper, and finally printed them out by themselves.

   Absolutely purely manual, the only mechanical equipment is the old-fashioned manual printing machine.

   That is to cover the written wax paper on the upper film plate, then put white paper on the bottom, and finally use a special roller brush to dip some ink and brush it, and a test paper will be printed out.

  This old-fashioned manual printing machine is easy to operate, but it also has great disadvantages.

  Besides the low efficiency, if too much ink is used, some places on the test paper will turn into black dots, making it hard to see what the question is.

  If there is less ink brushing, the fonts will be too light in some places, and the fonts will not even be visible.

  So pay attention to the amount of ink.

  When they were in the fifth and sixth grades, most people were already eleven or twelve years old.

  At that time, the teacher will often ask the students with good grades in the class to help.

  Because this kind of manual printing machine is too simple, it just repeats brushing.

  Although it is simple and monotonous, this matter is a great honor in the eyes of all the students.

  Because of his good academic performance, Feng Yong followed the teacher to the office to print the test papers every time it was about to come to the test, under the envious eyes of the whole class.

  After every printing, there will always be some dark ink stains on my hands.

  When you rub it, you can feel that there is a lot of oil in it.

   And the oil also seems to reduce the speed at which wood absorbs ink.

  Feng Yong is trying hard to recall, thinking about the knowledge about ink that he has read in later generations.

  At this moment, Guan Ji could only hear her speak again.

"I heard that Zuo Bo's paper has uniform thickness and fine texture, which is the best paper in the world. Zhongjiang's ink is as good as lacquer, and it lasts like new. It is the best ink in the world. If you can get these two, you should be able to do it better."

   "Zuo Bozhi? Zhong Jiangmo?"

  Feng Yong repeated in doubt, from this evaluation, it seems to be very powerful.

  Guan Ji nodded. Seeing Feng Yong's expression, she couldn't help being a little surprised. She thought that the two of them were well-known people in the world. Looking at her elder brother's expression, she seemed to have never heard of it.

  However, Feng Tubie was covered with a layer of tiger skin from the mountain gate, and the behavior of the people from the mountain gate was like a dragon entering the clouds in the eyes of the world, and he could only get a glimpse of it.

  So Guan Ji didn't think much about it, and immediately explained to Feng Tubie, "Zuo Bo's name is Ziyi, but he is from Shandong. He is the most famous papermaker after Caihou."

   "Back then Cai Yong was proud of his ability to write, and he didn't write rashly without Zhang Yi's pen and Zuo Bozhi, which shows the beauty of Zuo Bozhi."

   "Wait a minute, who is Zhang Yi?"

  Cai Hou Fengyong knows that Cai Lun has improved papermaking and made papermaking one of the four great inventions.

  But this is not right, a name came out of Guan Ji's mouth for a while, as if she had never heard of it.

   "Zhang Yibi, Zuo Bozhi, and Zhong Jiangmo, these three are the best things in the world recommended by scholars all over the world. If you can write with these three at the same time, it will be something that scholars dream of."

Guan Ji had no choice but to explain to Feng Tubie in detail, "Zhang Yi was the first to become famous and the oldest. He died thirty years ago, and his method of making brushes has also been lost. But Cai Yongwen was famous all over the world, but he only used Zhang Yibi, we can see the beauty of the brushes he made."

"As for Uncle Zuo, I heard that he is still alive, and some people say that he has died of old age. From the rumors I heard from my younger sister, even if he is still alive, he is probably in his sixties. His paper surface is smooth and compact, It looks like a glow covering it, the ink is not easy to penetrate into the paper, and the quality is excellent."

"The youngest one is that Wei Dan, styled Zhongjiang, who is a native of Guanzhong, and is very good at making ink. His ink is fragrant, thick and dark, and will not fade after a long time. He is also good at calligraphy and can also make brushes. , can be regarded as a rare character, I heard that he is now a doctor with Cao Bandit."

  What is a doctor? The official is not as big as me.

   Seeing Guan Ji's tone of admiration for Wei Dan, Feng Tubie felt uncomfortable.

Then he said sourly, "It's just making ink, what is it? Wait a minute, Sanniang, and see how I can make the best paper and ink in the world. Not only can I compare Zuo Bo, but even Wei Dan We must bow down."

  Guan Ji heard Feng Yong's childish words, only thought he was angry, so she laughed.

Seeing Feng Yong's resentful look, Guan Ji said softly, "The brush and ink are elegant in the prosperous age. My brother's talent lies in governing the country. In a prosperous age, you can help the wise king, and in a troubled age, you can calm the world. So what is it? Can a person who can write and ink compare?"

   "Besides, elder brother has already achieved such achievements at such an age. Thinking about Wei Dan, who is now in his forties and is no more than a doctor, how can he compare with elder brother?"

  Oh, it turns out that Wei Dan is also a bad old man.

  I feel relieved when I say that.

  After listening to Guan Ji's words, Feng Tubie felt very happy.

  The desire to compare was gone, but when I saw the paper on the case table, I remembered that I was finally slapped by reality.

  Feng Yong was finally able to calm down at this time, and thought about printing for a while.

  The emergence of printing technology is inseparable from the improvement of fonts, such as Xiaozhuan, which is more suitable for lettering.

  The official script used today is more suitable for writing.

  As for regular script, it is more suitable for printing.

   I remember that the history books say that Zhong Yao invented the calligraphy style from the official script. Zhong Yao is not dead at this time, but he should have already created the regular script.

  But Feng Yong has never seen anyone using regular script on the side of the big man.

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing again.

  Whether it is Zuo Bo, Wei Dan, or Zhong Yao, they are all from the north, and none of them are from the south.

  From the small to the big, the northern Central Plains is the center of the world, and the talents are flourishing, which is beyond comparison in the south.

   "Why is brother sighing?"

  Guan Ji asked with concern.

   "Nothing." Feng Yong shook his head, shaking off the distant things, and continued to bring his thoughts back to his eyes.

   "This paper is easy. It's just this ink..."

   As long as future generations have attended nine-year compulsory education, who knows that China has four great inventions?

   Cai Lun improved papermaking, which is also recorded in history books.

  It is to use bark, broken fishing nets and other things from a wide range of sources.

  The principle may not be summed up by the ancients, but Feng Yong, who has learned physical chemistry and biology, still knows it. The most important thing is plant fiber.

  So plants with the most fiber content are the best source of raw materials for papermaking under current technical conditions.

  But there is one point, the source must be extensive and easy to obtain.

   Plants with high fiber content and easy access...

  Thinking of this, Feng Yong stared blankly at Guan Ji.

   "What is brother looking at?"

  Guan Ji saw Feng Yong looking straight at her, and felt a little flustered, so she couldn't help asking.

   "Ma, Sang..."

  Feng Yong murmured, suddenly laughed, then stretched out his arms, and hugged Guan Ji tightly, "I thought of it. Sang Ma Sang Ma, it really is a good thing."

   "Brother, what are you doing?"

  Guan Ji felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, she never thought that Feng Yong would suddenly make such an impertinent action.

   Subconsciously, he was about to push it away, but he suddenly withdrew his strength.

  She knew that if she pushed it out, it would be a trivial matter for her brother to hit several somersaults on the ground, but it would be a major matter if he got injured.

   He had no choice but to grit his teeth, put a little distance away, and asked with a flushed face.

  Feng Tubie hugged her tightly and realized that he seemed to be overly excited, but felt the soft body in his arms, but he was a bit reluctant to let go.

   "Brother, if you don't let go, my little sister will make a move."

  Guan Ji felt that Feng Yong's arms were still tight, so she gritted her teeth and said.

   "Ahem, San Niang, I was so excited that I couldn't help it, don't blame me."

  Feng Tubie felt Guan Ji's gesture of pushing, and immediately let go.

  Guan Ji's martial arts, that's not a joke.

  You can split the corner of the case with bare hands, and torturing a wood turtle with one hand is not too easy.

  Guan Ji's face remained blushing, and she glanced at Feng Yong, with a little blame in her eyes, but there seemed to be some water ripples in her eyes.

   "Brother, why are you excited?"

"Paper."

  Feng Yong picked up the paper on the case and shook it, "This paper is too bad, I want to try to make some paper."

  In fact, from the very beginning of time travel, the first thing Feng Yong thought about was making paper.

  The reason is very simple. When I went to the hut, the thin bamboo slices scratched my chrysanthemum many times.

   Every time I finish going to the latrine, I feel a burning pain. That kind of feeling makes life worse than death.

   And the bamboo slices are for public use, wash them after use, and use them next time...

   In order not to feel the burning pain anymore, Feng Tubie had no choice but to choose some wide leaves.

  Using the leaves, the pain is not painful, but it was almost itched to death. Who knows how many fluffs are on the leaves of wild trees and weeds?

   Finally came up with a way to carefully select some slightly flat pebbles by the river.

   Rough is a bit rough, but at least it won't hurt anymore, and it won't itch anymore.

   It's just a little more troublesome.

  But I am also a landlord with servants anyway, and I will throw it to the servants to deal with it when I run out, so naturally it will not be troublesome.

   As for paper, although it is expensive, Feng Tubie has used it secretly.

  It's a pity that the quality is too poor, and the paper is torn through a little force with the fingers...

   Then Feng Tubie was so disgusted that he didn't eat for a whole day.

  So at the beginning, what Feng Yong wanted to do most was to make paper by himself, trying to make the paper he wanted.

  It's a pity that although he knows the principle, his actual operation ability is zero.

   There were no conditions at hand, so I had to give up in the end.

   Later, I got used to using pebbles, so I didn’t think about tossing about it again.

   Now that Guan Ji provoked this matter again, the original thoughts suddenly surged like weeds.

   Now that I have the conditions and manpower, why don’t I try to make paper?

   Not for anything else, just for that roll of white and soft toilet paper, that also needs to be launched!

  I don’t know how to make paper, so don’t the craftsmen of Hanzhong Metallurgy also know how?

  There is no one in Hanzhong Metallurgy, so can’t anyone be found in Shaofu?

  The Shaofu can't be found, so can't the general of the foreign court be found?

   At worst, another PY deal with Zhuge Laoyao...

  If you can’t make paper, how can you do printing?

  If you can’t get printing done, how can you break the family’s monopoly on intellectual resources?

  Although Feng Tubie’s most essential idea is for the roll of white and soft toilet paper, he believes that Zhuge’s eyes will not fall on his chrysanthemums, but on the family’s chrysanthemums...

  As long as there are craftsmen who can make paper, Feng Yong is sure to solve the quality of paper.

   After all, the principle is there. As long as you know the process and change the raw materials, you will not have too much difficulty.

  After repeated experiments, the optimal solution was obtained, and Feng Yong was not afraid of this.

   It just solves the paper problem, but the ink is not easy to solve.

  Guan Ji said that Zhongjiang's ink is fragrant because of the fragrance contained in the ink, and most likely it is rosin.

   Rosin ink, who doesn't know?

  If you want to print, you can apply some grease on the engraving surface to prevent the wood from absorbing ink too much.

  Ink ink, so you need to add some oil to the ink.

  Adding oil to the ink not only makes the ink more sticky, but also keeps the printed characters from fading for a longer period of time.

  How to make good ink by burning charcoal with pine branches is an unknown problem for Feng Yong.

  Because he doesn't know how to make ink at all.

  Based on the idea that I don’t need to understand it, as long as my subordinates understand it, Feng Yong once again hit his idea on the departments of Hanzhong Metallurgical Supervisor General and Superintendent.

   Still the same sentence, if you can’t get ink, how can you do printing?

  If you can’t get printing done, how can you break the family’s monopoly on intellectual resources?

  Although Feng Tubie’s most essential idea is to act aggressive in front of Guan Ji, he believes that Zhuge Old Demon’s eyes will not fall on whether he pretends to be aggressive, but will hold this thing to pretend to be aggressive in front of his family...

  (end of this chapter)