Empress, your husband is invincible

The Confucian scholar just wanted to refuse, but he moved his toes inadvertently, exposing the straw sandals, and smiled wryly for a while.

Feeling more and more that this Confucian scholar is a rare potential stock, Ye Cheng strongly invited him into the backyard:

"I think Xiongtai is an upright and righteous person. How about taking a look first before making a decision? I promise, it will definitely not delay Xiongtai's time."

The Confucian scholar was silent for a moment, sighed lightly, and had no choice but to follow the two of them into the room.

Ye Cheng had just lifted the curtain when he bumped into shopkeeper Chen who was about to come out to look for him.

Probably because he was extremely excited, the shopkeeper Chen forgot his dignity for a moment, he directly grabbed Ye Cheng and walked towards the ink pool.

"Mr. Ye, let's take a look, how is the sample made?"

Ye Cheng couldn't bear to interrupt his kindness, so he just turned his head and gave Confucian a glance, and was pulled by shopkeeper Chen to the edge of the ink pool.

Seeing that Confucian scholar was brought in by Ye Cheng, Zhuang Shuanglin just glanced at him and didn't pay much attention.

A boxy frame is filled with dozens of thumb-sized stencils, all of which are engraved with different characters.

Looking at the ink marks on it, it is obvious that it has just been inked and it hasn't been long.

He just leaned over and looked at it for a moment, without even reaching out to touch it, Ye Cheng couldn't help nodding.

These templates made for the first time have already done quite well.

The template is square and solid, and the ink is uniform, but the only fly in the ointment is that the engraver who engraved the lettering is not skilled enough, which makes the font on the template the only shortcoming of this first "movable type printing" template...

Zhuang Shuanglin handed Ye Cheng a thick piece of dark yellow paper, and said with a smile:
"Mr. Ye, you came up with the technique of movable type printing, so it's up to you to make rubbings for the first time, okay?"

The reason why better rice paper is not used is because this rough paper is the most widely used paper for books in this era.

And, none of them.

Ye Sheng nodded and took the rough paper, carefully pressing it on the template in the frame.

The ink quickly smeared on the rough paper, and one by one very different fonts appeared on the back of the paper...

"Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent..."

Seeing the handwriting displayed on it, Ye Cheng recited unconsciously.

"This ancient "Book of Songs" is something that Daling's children enlightened. I think it is really suitable for the first rubbing template of movable type printing."

Zhuang Shuanglin explained with a smile.

The Confucian scholar could already see what Ye Cheng and the others were doing, a blush quickly appeared on his slightly yellow face.

Ye Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed at him, then smiled at Zhuang Shuanglin and said:
"Miss, I asked this person to review and edit the template, is it okay?"

Zhuang Shuanglin turned his head to look at Confucian scholars seriously, and nodded after a while.

Shopkeeper Chen looked at Confucian scholar for the first time at this time, but after staring at him for a while, he couldn't help but suddenly changed color:

"You are actually Qi Yang of the Qi family?"

"It's here that Qi Yang met shopkeeper Chen."

The Confucian scholar known as Qi Yang remained unchanged, and bowed respectfully to shopkeeper Chen.

Shopkeeper Chen turned sideways to show his disapproval.

Seeing Shopkeeper Chen's attitude towards him, Ye Cheng became curious:

"Shopkeeper Chen seems to have a bad impression of Qi Yang?"

Shopkeeper Chen sneered:
"Not only is it bad, it can be called disgusting!"

A look of shame flashed across Qi Yang's eyes.

"This Qi Yang was originally the only son of Qi Yuan, a wealthy businessman in Dongxiangfang next door.

Qi Yuanwai was a person in his life, he was the most charitable, generous and donated money, and he was well-known in several nearby cities and towns.

But he, the only son, was extraordinarily naughty and extremely ruffian.In the past, I liked to ridicule scholars most.He even indulged his evil servants at every turn, and beat and kicked Confucian scholars who couldn't see him.

But if it's just these things, it's nothing more than that, the most despicable thing is that he actually made his biological father, Qi Yuanwai, angry to death for the sake of a brothel girl!
After Qi Yuanwai's death, he even lost all his family property in just half a year.

It is rumored that after the family wealth was gone, he was abandoned by the woman in the brothel, and died of freezing and starving on the street in the winter of the previous year..."

Qi Yang's face was reddish, but his back was straight, and he said frankly:
"What shopkeeper Chen said is the truth, and Qi is irrefutable."

With that said, he turned his head and saluted Ye Cheng:
"Thank you for your love, brother, but please forgive Qi for not having the face to make a living in Shushitang..."

Ye Cheng interrupted him directly, shook his head and smiled wryly:

"If people in the world were all based on the past, then I, Ye Cheng, would have already been cast into the [-]th level of hell."

If the number of people killed on the battlefield in the previous life is the same, it is true that Ye Cheng will not be able to repay the blood debt in his hand even if he dies...

Pursing his lips, Ye Cheng looked straight at him:
"Compared to what shopkeeper Chen said about your Qi Yang's past, I'm more curious about what made you look like you are now?"

Qi Yang was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said calmly:

"During his lifetime, the thing my father wanted to see the most was that I could be named on the gold list.

Since I was rescued by Yinger and returned home, I have often reflected on it.Later, as soon as I had an epiphany, I completely broke with my previous self, and I couldn't live without books every day. "

Li Baijing suddenly interrupted:
"That is to say, you are studying for the title of the gold list?"

Qi Yang said without hesitation:
"Yes, but not all.

It is best to be named on the gold list, use what you have learned in your chest, to speak out for common people who are in the same situation as Ying Er, and to comfort my father's spirit in heaven.

But if he can't be named on the gold list, then Qi will be a teacher, and with a little bit of effort, let the market produce more seeds for reading! "

Ye Cheng clapped his hands fiercely and laughed:

"It's a good one to let the market have more reading seeds!"

Shopkeeper Chen's expression softened a little.

Ye Cheng turned his head and looked at Zhuang Shuanglin:

"Miss, what Ye Mou and Grandpa Ling have done, to put it bluntly, is to make more seeds of reading in the market.

That being the case, how about letting this "returned prodigal son" who also wants to spread the seeds temporarily work in Shushitang? "

Zhuang Shuanglin looked at shopkeeper Chen.

Shopkeeper Chen held back his short beard, and asked Qi Yang seriously:
"Shushitang, every three, five, and eighth at the end of every month, will distribute books to poor Confucian students for free. Why, I have never seen you come to pick up books?"

Qi Yang answered seriously:

"Don't dare to lie to shopkeeper Chen, Qi can support himself, and use the money he earns to buy paper to write articles on the board.

Why go and grab that free book with everyone else? "

Shopkeeper Chen nodded in satisfaction.

"Sure enough, the prodigal son will not change his money when he returns, so you can stay in Shushitang.

As Mr. Ye ordered, you come to do the template compilation of movable type printing, and the daily salary is fixed. If you can really find out the typo, the old man will pay you with one word and ten words. "

Qi Yang was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to salute.