Yoonzuo knew that the book reader was taking advantage of the workshop and wanted to print a batch of his book for sale. When he saw the situation in a while, he started to speak for the book reader and asked a few words: "Master Yang, if I want two craftsmen to help me with a small favor and print some books, I wonder how much I will pay?"

When Yang Qian heard this, he looked "I know" and inevitably had some yin and yang tone and said, "The workshop craftsmen under the Ministry of Works receive fixed monthly salary and do not accept external business. No matter what His Highness wants them to make, no extra reward is required."

After saying that, Yang Qian immediately called a pair of masters and apprentices. The master's surname was Liu. He was an old craftsman with gray hair and looked over fifty years old. His apprentice's surname was Sun. He was a young man at most twenty years old. When he greeted his master and greeted him, he stood aside and waited for instructions, with a little curiosity in his eyes.

"Master Liu has worked in the printing workshop all his life. He is proficient in all his skills and has rich experience, and is capable of any affairs assigned by His Highness. However, he is old and needs many miscellaneous tasks to help his apprentice."

Yang Qian said to Yoongzuo: "With these two people, no matter what your highness wants to print, just give them instructions."

He turned his head and ordered the master and apprentice: "From today, you two will follow His Highness Six to do business for His Highness. You can use all the materials and equipment you need to use with the warehouse with the warrant."

"Yes!" The two agreed in unison. Master Liu was quite calm, and Xiao Sun's apprentice was more excited.

Yoongzuo immediately looked at Fu Xuechen. The way was already opened, and he could have taken it out and handed it over to the two craftsmen for woodblock printing.

"Wait!" Fu Xuechen understood what Yoongzuo meant, but when things came to an end, she hesitated. The woodblock printing was very good. She knew that it took too much time to make the woodblock. She only had less than a hundred days to squander outside.

As I thought about it, Fu Xuechen suddenly remembered the film, TV, and the Republic of China dramas he had watched in his previous life. In that era, slogans and flyers were flying everywhere, and various newspapers were published nationwide. In that era, it was easy to print these things. Where did you use carved movable types? It was efficient and fast. How did they do it?

By the way! Ink printing! It’s easy to operate, and one person can make a large stack, which is not as fragrant as a carved plate?

Ink...

Fu Xuechen walked around the workshop, watching the craftsman brushing the ink on the carved plate first, then covering the paper, taking a leather grinder and crushing it hard, and then lifting the paper up after the crushing is evenly done. This is considered a page of the book being printed.

Fu Xuechen picked up a page that had just been printed and looked at the text on it carefully. The ink traces on it were almost dry. He gently stroked his fingers, but it was not lost. Only a faint ink mark, which vaguely touched the belly of his fingers.

Ink used for printing these days has actually reached this level! Fu Xuechen was surprised and couldn't help asking: "What kind of ink is this?"

Master Liu behind him replied: "Sir, this is the best pine ink."

"Enough! Enough!" Fu Xuechen was overjoyed. Even if the ink was solved, the thousands of years of Chinese culture was really not a big deal. In the invention and manufacturing of ink, it would be too much to describe it as reaching the pinnacle.

"Where is wax paper? Is there any wax paper? The kind that is to infect wax?" Fu Xuechen asked repeatedly.

Waxed paper? Everyone looked at her in surprise. What do you want waxed paper to do? Two craftsmen looked at Yang Qian in embarrassment. At the printing workshop, there were only general printing paper, but no waxed paper.

Yang Qian frowned and said to Xiao Sun's apprentice: "You go to the next library to find Director Tang, and ask him to take a knife of wax paper, and then you will be named as the official."

"Hey, yes!" Xiao Sun's apprentice left.

"It actually exists!" Fu Xuechen was surprised. Do you even have wax paper these days?

"..." Yang Qian was speechless. Who is this? He wanted wax paper and felt that there was no. If he had known it, he would have said it was nothing.

Fu Xuechen was still asking curiously: "What is wax paper used for?"

You don’t know what wax paper is used for, so what do you want wax paper? Yang Qian was even more speechless and had to explain a few words: “It is used to frame precious calligraphy and paintings, seal them behind calligraphy and paintings to prevent moisture, and some things that need moisture protection are all used.”

Oh! I've gained insight! Well, what else do you need?

Fu Xuechen thought for a while and continued to make a request: "Is there a roller? The size of a rolling pin is wrapped in smooth leather, with a handle, which can be rolled, and there are steel plates... Yes, iron plates and copper plates are fine, square, the surface should be smooth." As he said that, he also compared the size of a4 paper in later generations.

"Smooth metal plate? Well, this one has copper." Yang Qian nodded, thinking of the bronze mirror in his mind was a bronze mirror. The polished bronze mirror had an extremely smooth surface. Although the bronze mirrors were basically round, it was easy to have square ones, so just cut them.

So he called another apprentice and asked this man to go to the tool building to cut two square bronze mirrors for Fu Xuechen back.

I don’t know what the roller is, but after hearing Fu Xuechen’s description, Yang Qian felt that it was not difficult to make one for her now. This thing should be a carpenter. There are capable carpenters in the printing workshop who are usually responsible for making and repairing various wooden shelves, wooden furniture, wooden frames, etc. Call people, and the rolling pin-shaped roller that Fu Xuechen wanted can be solved immediately.

Fu Xuechen became happier and happier. Sure enough, craftsmen are the most powerful people in the country! No matter what they want, having this group of craftsmen who know all kinds of manufacturing skills means having everything.

"Is there anything else?"

Yang Qian took the initiative to ask, since Fu Xuechen asked him for everything, he felt that Fu Xuechen was not messing around. From Fu Xuechen's unhesitant tone, he could hear that this child was confident and obviously had something to do.

Although he didn't understand what the child wanted to do, he was willing to support a child in flexibly using various tools to realize his own ideas.

Following Yang Qian's question, Fu Xuechen felt the most difficult level: "I also need a pen. The pen made of iron should not be too sharp, it should be a little round, but it should not be too thick and blunt. It should be able to carve clear marks on the wax paper without scratching the wax paper."

What the hell is a stylus?! You still have to carve it on wax paper? Yang Qian even stared at him.

After breathing for more than ten times, Master Liu, who was beside him, finally couldn't help but speak: "That... Lord Fu, the young man has an iron awl in his hand. Because he has been used for too long, he has already lost his hair. You can polish it and insert it into the wooden pole to make a pen shape. I wonder if it is OK?"
Chapter completed!