In Jingbei Hou Mansion, in Qingtong Courtyard, the two brothers and sister met again.

"Your characters are too delicate. You still have to look at me when it comes to calligraphy!" Fu Yuchen was not satisfied with the wax paper that Fu Xuechen had already carved on the first page of the storybook, so he re-engraved it himself and was holding the newly baked wax paper to prepare.

print.

"You also have to engrave the page number 1 in the lower right corner of the page." Fu Xuechen reminded him: "Otherwise, there will be too many pages printed later, and it will be easy to get confused."

"?" Fu Yuchen stared at the first page of Fu Xuechen's version of the storybook. Sure enough, there was a symbol in the lower right corner. This symbol was extremely simple, just a small vertical line with a little barb at the beginning and a short horizontal line at the foot.

It actually looks pretty good.

Seeing that he didn't recognize him, Fu Xuechen curled his lips: "This is one of the Arabic numerals, invented by foreigners. Let me tell you, this set of numbers is very easy to use! It is simple and easy to understand, even a five or six-year-old child can understand it.

You can learn it as soon as you can, and it’s very suitable for marking the page numbers of books!”

Just as he was told, Fu Xuechen pulled over a piece of white paper, took a brush and wrote ten Arabic numerals from zero to nine for the other party, marked the corresponding Chinese characters at the bottom, and handed it to the other party after writing.

"These symbols are indeed very simple! Where did you learn them?" Fu Yuchen could understand them as soon as he saw just a few numbers, and he was immediately surprised.

Fu Xuechen smiled and said nothing: "Read more miscellaneous books."

"Okay! You are considered knowledgeable."

Fu Yuchen didn't pursue it. He was keen on personal printing. He casually added the symbol 1 in the lower right corner of the engraved wax paper and immediately started printing. As he printed, he also started thinking: "Eh? That's right! If I can

If I find someone who is good at drawing, wouldn't he be able to help me add illustrations?"

"Yes, you can add illustrations or not as you wish!" Fu Xuechen nodded.

Fu Yuchen held the newly printed pages in his hands, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment, and he was full of admiration: "I have to say, your invention is really amazing! You call it a printing press? Good thing! Really good thing! You can do more

Just make a few sets and you’ll be good! Give them away and you’ll be sure they’ll like them.”

Fu Xuechen drank tea and ate snacks, looked at him with a smile, and reminded: "You must remember! This printing press was invented by 'you'! It has nothing to do with me, I just followed your guidance.

I just went to the printing workshop to help you get the real thing out!"

"Hahahaha!" Fu Yuchen was very happy: "Okay, okay! I invented it, I invented it!"

"Moreover!" Fu Xuechen continued to warn: "I have seen the Sixth Prince's handwriting before. Although our handwriting seems to be very similar, there are still differences if you look closely. We'd better pay more attention and imitate each other's handwriting.

Words to avoid cheating in the future!"

"I know!" Fu Yuchen agreed without raising his head.

Fu Xuechen put down the tea and stood up: "Then I'm leaving! That's it for today. When you finish this story, I will tell you a new one! I have to go to see my father. If my parents ask about it in the future,

You are entirely responsible for the printing press. If you dare to pass it on to me, the rest of the story will be lost!"

Ouch! What’s going on with this threatening tone?!

Fu Yuchen couldn't help but look up with a dark face after hearing this, but only saw the back of Fu Xuechen closing the door and leaving. This sister, when she was a child, she looked just lively. How come she has become so weird when she grows up? She always feels weird when she talks and does things.

Hang? He shook his head and put this feeling aside.

In the study room of the Marquis Mansion, Marquis Jingbei was dealing with some letters. He heard his servants reporting that his son was outside asking for an audience, and he nodded to let people in.

"Dad!" Fu Xuechen greeted him with masculine etiquette.

Marquis Jingbei waved his servants away, immediately looked at his daughter, and couldn't help but ask: "Did you reveal your secret today?"

"No! It's impossible to reveal something secret." Fu Xuechen replied confidently: "There's just something going on, and I feel I must let dad know."

"Huh? What is it?" Fu Chuanyi's heart suddenly lifted.

"Just yesterday afternoon, I accidentally chatted with the Sixth Prince, and they came up with the question of whether fire guns are better than archery. Well, it's all nonsense..." Fu Xuechen didn't dare to tell the truth, so he did some artistic processing.

Then he came to the important point: "I don't know what the Sixth Prince is thinking. He actually went to ask his father for a temporary job called a traineeship at the Ministry of Works."

Fu Chuanyi frowned. He just wanted to let his daughter finish her few months of classes safely in Mingde Hall. But on what day was this? Immediately something went wrong. The prince his daughter was following turned out to be...

Have an errand with the emperor?

Fu Xuechen explained carefully: "The Sixth Prince not only went by himself, he also took the child with him. The Holy Will went directly to the Ministry of Works, and the pass badge was collected by the Sixth Prince and the child this afternoon.

Yes, I have absolutely no room for mediation."

Fu Chuanyi nodded and shook his head, and said helplessly: "This is something you can't help, it's not something you can control. You can only be careful and be careful!"

"Yes! Thank you for your understanding, dad!" Fu Xuechen breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Due to lack of time, the child followed the sixth prince to the Ministry of Industry first, and then did not go to the firearms workshop. The sixth prince asked the child for his opinion.

Then he made the decision and went to the printing workshop."

"Huh?" Fu Chuanyi was puzzled: "Go to the printing workshop? Why?"

"It was Yuchen who invented the printing press that greatly improved the printing method. It needs to be verified and manufactured in the printing workshop." Fu Xuechen pursed his lips, saying sorry in his heart, but he picked himself up and sold Fu Yuchen completely:

"When a child is entrusted with something, he naturally looks for opportunities to help."

"Nonsense! Nonsense!" Fu Chuanyi said angrily: "In these first three months, we need to keep a low profile the most, keep a low profile! Why can't you wait a few months to do something? Do you have to do it now? Why is he so impatient?! You too!

Why are you just joining in the fun?"

Fu Xuechen stuck out his tongue secretly. He had already guessed that his father would be angry, but he didn't expect to be so angry. Even if the blame was thrown to Fu Yuchen, he would still be scolded. If his father knew that it was all his fault, he really didn't know.

Can I still live?

Fu Chuanyi groaned angrily and muttered several words that he would punish Fu Yuchen. Since he was still recovering from his injuries, the punishment would be recorded first, so he couldn't escape anyway.

The air seemed to be furious for a while. Fu Xuechen finally caught a moment when his father's anger had subsided, and he quickly continued: "Dad, the printing press invented by Yuchen has been successfully built!"

Fu Chuanyi paused and looked at his daughter in surprise. He was just angry. He didn't even think about any invention or manufacture his son made. He just treated it like a child messing around. But what did his daughter just say?
Chapter completed!