Straight man of steel

Chapter 248 Engraving and Printing

Zhang Yuan planned to copy some five-character poems.

Five-character poems originated in the Western Han Dynasty, making them acceptable to all literati and Confucians today.

Unlike Zhang Yuan's favorite song "Jiangjinjiu" that Zhang Yuan recited before, only very few people can really appreciate the charm of it.

"The day is surrounded by mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to a higher level. "

"Matsushita asked the boy, saying that the master is going to gather medicine.

Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are. "

"Good rain knows the season, when spring is here.

Sneaked into the night wind, moisten things silently. "

"Sitting alone in the secluded huang, playing the piano and singing again.

People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine. "

"Life is a hero, and death is a ghost.

So far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. "

When Zhang Yuan had just finished copying Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrains", he suddenly shuddered.

Then seeing no one around, I tore it off immediately, and put some ink on it, which stained the paper just now.

Finally, he patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous, it's so dangerous."

Sure enough, you can't copy too many poems. Sometimes you get caught up in it and think you are a great writer, but you almost lose your life.

Zhang Yuan copied these four poems, and copied all the ones he had copied and released to the world on paper.

Not long after Zhang Yuan finished copying, Lao Zhao came in carrying a large stack of wooden boards.

"Master, do you think these boards are enough?"

Zhang Yuan suddenly felt ashamed and nodded immediately.

"Enough is enough, thank you for your hard work, Old Zhao."

Old Zhao smiled, and the wrinkles on his face immediately piled up.

"It's not hard to work for the head of the family."

Zhang Yuan also smiled, and then pointed to the poems that had just been copied on the table and said.

"Since it's not hard work, let's carve all these poems on the wooden board. Work quickly. It's best to finish them before dark today.

Remember to engrave the negative characters in Yangwen, don't engrave me in Yinwen orthographic like engraving inscriptions. "

Although Lao Zhao didn't know a few big characters, but as an old carpenter, he still understood the technical terms of carving. He nodded dully, and went down with the wooden board and the poems.

Zhang Yuan immediately lay down on the chair, took a big mouthful of herbal tea from a tea bowl, and made a tsk-tsk sound.

"Patriarch, you are more and more able to call people."

Xiaoya next to her said suddenly, which made Zhang Yuan very uncomfortable.

"Old Zhao is happy, don't look at his age, if you really let him do nothing, he will be idle.

Besides, how do you, a little girl, know what my main job is? Go and make me a pot of tea. "

Xiaoya held back her mouth, picked up the teapot and went out.

The teapot was the one that Zhang Yuan was looking for for wine. The long mouth of the teapot was broken abruptly, and then it was polished and polished to look like a teapot for later generations.

If it weren't for the inability to master the technical work of kiln firing, Zhang Yuan would have made a bunch of porcelain and pottery by himself.

Nowadays, this kind of rough black pottery can only be used for a while and cannot be called a work of art at all.

The hard-working Lao Zhao really lived up to Zhang Yuan's great trust, and carved all the woodblocks Zhang Yuan wanted before dark.

Zhang Yuan immediately began to experiment with this engraving and printing technique, and brought out the prepared ink.

Then use a brush to stain the ink and start brushing on the wood block, and finally cover the cut paper on top, and then brush it with a clean brush.

The masterpieces of those ancestors were printed on paper.

He printed them one by one until the whole room was covered with papers waiting to dry. Only then did Zhang Yuan ask everyone to stop.

More than 500 copies were printed in an hour's time, and each poem is one page, and then there are sixteen poems in total, that is, sixteen pages.

That is to say, the paper made by Zhang Yuan is relatively thick, and the sixteen pages are bound together. Although it cannot be called a book, it looks like a booklet. Zhang Yuan is already very satisfied if he can do this.

This specially treated ink is coagulated but not dispersed, penetrating but not penetrated, and the color will not fade when touched and rubbed with hands after drying.

The big guys worked all night to bind all the printed papers.

Zhang Yuan rested overnight, and he still had a big thing to do the next day.

Early the next morning, Old Zhao prepared the carriage, which was covered with several layers of animal fur, and then two layers of mats.

The cook Lao Wang also prepared some snacks, as well as the tea and watermelon that Zhang Yuan wanted to drink on the way.

Zhang Yuan had made up his mind before that he would never ride a horse to Chang'an again, so as not to let his ass suffer, and that's how he got the remodeled carriage.

The animal skins on the pavement are enough to offset the bumps on the road, and two layers of mats on top will not make Zhang Yuan feel hot. Besides, there are windows on three sides for ventilation. When the horses are running, the wind is very comfortable on their bodies. of.

There was also a carriage following behind, but it was filled with poetry books bound by them last night.

"Are you happy that Xiaoya is going to Chang'an for the first time?"

In order to have someone to serve, Zhang Yuan even brought Xiaoya with him.

For safety reasons, four of the twelve generals in the family were brought with them.

I heard that Liu Che is still escaping the summer heat in the Dinghu Longevity Palace. The Zhang residence is so close to the Dinghu Longevity Palace, and Zhang Yuan is not afraid that someone will dare to touch Nilin on the real dragon.

"Happy is happy.

It's just that you, the master, took me with you, but left Xiaoqing at home. When I go back, she will definitely lose her temper with me for a few days. "

"Don't worry about that girl, I'll have to find a good family to marry her off later, and let her husband's family restrain him properly."

"Do you plan to choose a young man in the house to marry Xiao Qing?"

Xiaoya's eyes were blinking and she looked very interested in this question.

"Zong Xing is a nice person, reliable in his work, and not ugly.

Do you think Xiaoqing will like it? "

Zhang Yuan asked Xiaoya. He really didn't know what type Xiaoqing liked.

"I just like you, Xiaoqing."

Xiaoya replied.

"That's over, it seems that the little girl will never get married in this life."

Zhang Yuan felt that he was handsome and unique, and that falling in love with him would be a lifetime pain for those women.

Taking a horse-drawn carriage with a family and a family must be slower than riding a horse to Chang'an City alone.

The ferry boat could only transport one carriage across the shore one at a time, which delayed some time.

It was almost night when we arrived in Chang'an City, Zhang Yuan didn't have a house in Chang'an City, needless to say, the place where he lived before must have been taken back by Tian Fu.

In this way, a group of people can only live in Wei Qing's servant's mansion.

And Wei Qing himself was still in Dinghu Yanshou Palace, so there were not many people to entertain Zhang Yuan.

Wei Qing's daughter-in-law, Zhang Yuan, had never met in person. This time, she came to live with someone else's house. Naturally, she wanted to meet the owner, and this was the first time she met her.

(End of this chapter)