Six Hundred and Sixty-Nine: Meeting at Huangshui River (6)

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Without wasting time, she went directly to visit Cheng Cheng.

Even though Cheng Cheng had prepared, he was still shocked by Jiang Pengji's efficiency.

"Uncle Cheng, I am here to visit you this time, and I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Jiang Pengji went straight to the point, skipping the complicated greetings and greetings, and went straight to the point after saying hello.

Cheng Cheng hadn't seen Jiang Pengji for many years, but he had been paying attention to her news and had a very high basic impression of her.

If someone else asked this question, he would probably frown secretly, but when Jiang Pengji said this, he asked patiently.

"My dear nephew, just say it directly. If I can help, I will naturally not refuse."

Cheng Cheng sent his wife and children out early in the morning. Now there are only him and Jiang Pengji who came to visit in the hall.

Jiang Pengji moved the dark box beside her to the front of her, and then pushed it in front of Cheng Cheng, signaling him to open it.

Cheng Cheng was puzzled, but still did it.

The audience in the live broadcast room thought that Jiang Pengji had prepared some killer moves, and they waited excitedly for Cheng Cheng to reach out and open the box.

When Cheng Cheng unlocked the box with his slightly thin hands with thick calluses on his knuckles, the audience in the live broadcast room was disappointed.

What... I thought there was some treasure in the box, but it turned out to be a thick piece of paper, which was white in color.

Cheng Cheng was also strange. He looked up at Jiang Pengji and saw that the boy had a peaceful smile on his lips, which made him frown.

When he picked up the paper, the touch of the paper made Cheng Cheng discover the clue.

"This is not bamboo paper."

He said in a statement.

In order to deceive Cheng Cheng's tens of thousands of books, Jiang Pengji privately supplied a large amount of bamboo paper with good quality.

Cheng Cheng loves books like his life. He has spent most of his time copying books. He has been dealing with bamboo paper for several years. How can he not see the difference between the two? Even if their colors are not much different, the touch is very different after you touch it. You can tell the difference as soon as you touch it.

Jiang Pengji said,

"It is indeed not bamboo paper. Uncle Cheng can call this kind of paper "Xuan paper."

Cheng Cheng repeated in confusion, "Xuan paper? Is it new in your papermaking?"

"It can't be considered new. It has been made for many years, but it has never been announced to the public."

No wonder... Cheng Cheng nodded while listening, and he was itching to grind ink and wrote a few words on "Xuan paper".

Seeing his running script flowing like clouds and water and his handwriting vigorous and powerful, many viewers became his fans in minutes.

Jiang Pengji asked Cheng Cheng with a smile, "Uncle Cheng, what do you think of the quality of this 'Xuan paper'?"

Cheng Cheng put the pen down, looked at the words on the "Xuan paper", stroked his beard with satisfaction, and said with a smile, "It is tough but moist, shiny but not slippery, and has a strong ability to absorb ink. It is indeed a top-quality paper. The surface is dense and white, and the texture is clean and neat. It is indeed a top-quality product."

When he started writing just now, Cheng Cheng found that the Xuan paper was very easy to melt. If he hesitated a little when he moved the pen, the paper would form a grinding ball.

The words written were moist and plump, and the writing was like flowing clouds and water, which made him love it.

Not only that, the thickness of the Xuan paper is very uniform and free of impurities. He pinched it with his fingers and it seemed that it could be folded.

Cheng Cheng stroked his beard and said, "Does your papermaking workshop sell these 'Xuan papers'?"

Jiang Pengji smiled without saying anything. She gestured to Cheng Cheng to turn over the folded Xuan paper. There is still a mystery inside.

Cheng Cheng was surprised. After what happened just now, he was full of expectations for the next surprise.

The newly made rice paper was very large, with a cut of hundreds of sheets of paper, which could be cut as needed.

The dark box that had been used to hold the rice paper was not large, so this cut of rice paper naturally had to be folded into long strips.

Cheng Cheng unfolded it and found that there were actually several sheets of paper covered with ink inside.

The words on the paper were vigorous and powerful, with a hint of arrogance and domineering.

Cheng Cheng said, "My nephew has improved again."

This handwriting is much better than before.

Cheng Cheng looked at the content on the paper and found that it was an "article" without any content and in disarray. It felt like a combination of all kinds of messy words, and the content could not be seen at all. For the audience in the live broadcast room, it was all garbled!

He was puzzled and looked at the second one, which was still garbled.

The third one was still garbled.

The fourth one, still has some random characters...

Cheng Cheng blinked in confusion, not understanding why Jiang Pengji showed him this, commenting on her handwriting?

After flipping through more than a dozen sheets in a row, Cheng Cheng suddenly realized something was wrong.

He quickly spread out more than a dozen sheets of paper and placed them on the table, then stacked them up, one on top of another, leaving only the first column of characters. When they were put together, he found that the characters were exactly the same in size, shape, and stroke thickness!

No matter how good a calligrapher is, it is impossible for him to write more than a dozen characters that can be completely overlapped and without any difference.

"Nephew, is this stamped with a seal?"

Cheng Cheng quickly figured out the key.

Only stamped with a seal can guarantee 100% consistency in handwriting.

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "The principle is the same, but that thing should not be considered a seal."

Even though Cheng Cheng has a lot of experience, he can't figure out what Jiang Pengji is thinking now.

He gave a bitter smile and pretended to beg for mercy, "My dear nephew, please don't keep me in suspense. At least give the old man some face."

Jiang Pengji took out a few wooden seals from the secret compartment of the box. There were a few words engraved on them, which were the first few words on the papers.

She said, "Uncle Cheng has already seen the rice paper. Take a look at these wooden seals. Do you have any ideas?"

Cheng Cheng took the wooden seals and found that they were the same size and shape. They were placed side by side, which perfectly satisfied his obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He was not a fool. Jiang Pengji reminded him so clearly that he had a few more ideas in his mind.

Yes... Why didn't he think of this method?

If you use such a wooden seal to arrange the content you want and print it on it, wouldn't it be an article?

As expected, she said, "A few years ago, my nephew was ignorant and used bamboo paper to cheat my uncle of tens of thousands of books at home, and asked my uncle to copy them. I don't know how much energy and time it took. After being scolded and taught by my father, my nephew felt deeply guilty. After deep reflection, my nephew suddenly thought of this method. If I let the carpenter carve out commonly used characters as wooden seals, I can use the wooden seals to print the contents of any book I want to print on weekdays, and print a copy in a moment. Isn't it more convenient and faster than manual copying?"

Cheng Cheng felt his heart beating wildly, and he was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the things in his hands steadily, and dropped them to the ground with a clang.

Jiang Pengji seemed gentle, but in fact she was a bit aggressive. "Uncle Cheng collected tens of thousands of books, hoping that they could be widely circulated, so that future generations could appreciate the civilization and glory of their ancestors? Although the only copy is precious, once a disaster occurs and it is destroyed, no one will know the content of the only copy. My nephew remembers it clearly, and this is also what Uncle Cheng always regrets. If everyone has a copy of the book, even if an irresistible disaster occurs, it can always be passed on to future generations. Uncle Cheng, do you think what my nephew said makes sense?"

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