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In the east wing room where the printing press company was last entered, rows of burnt lead types were neatly laid. Ouyang Zhe squatted on the ground, looking at the lead types like a treasure, with a burning light shining in his eyes.

Zhang Bu brought two men carrying lead type and walked quickly towards here. Seeing that thousands of lead type were about to be burned, the goal of assassinating Cheng Mo was about to be implemented, but at this time, news came that Cheng Mo became the prime minister.

Zhang Bu really couldn't believe it when he learned this news. It was just his? Prime Minister? Joke! But the teahouse and restaurants were talking about the past of the young new prime minister, and he had no choice but to believe the policy that he might have implemented.

Others are concerned about Cheng Mo's policy, and he is concerned about whether he can assassinate Cheng Mo. When he remembered Huang Ba, who was once the prime minister and later demoted back to his hometown, his anger filled his chest. If Huang Ba was still the chief minister, if he had mentioned it in front of Cheng Mo, Cheng Mo's chances of going to the sealing company will definitely increase greatly. Now Cheng Mo has become the prime minister below one person and above ten thousand people. Will the small sealing company still care about him? Will he still take time to inspect it in person?

Zhang Bu couldn't help but worry about gains and losses. When he asked his master, Old Man Wang, if the Prime Minister would come to the book printing company, Old Man Wang asked him to work hard and not think so much.

Can he not think about it? If Cheng Mo didn't come, why would he spend his great time here? He would have quit.

Old Man Wang refused to make any comments to Ouyang Zhe, so he had to make some crotons, grind them into powder, and put them in the snacks given to Old Man Wang. A few pieces of snacks specially prepared for Old Man Wang were said to be given by relatives, which made Old Man Wang very rare. Then, Old Man Wang ran to the toilet 18 times in the morning and was almost exhausted. He was sent to Dr. Bai now. If he didn't give it, it would be a death for diarrhea.

Since Old Man Wang is gone, the production of lead type is coming to an end. He is Wang's apprentice and advises Ouyang Zhe to invite the Prime Minister to visit him to see the results of printing. Is that okay?

Two more servants brought the lead version over, and Ouyang Zhe hurriedly got up and gave in. Lead characters were divided into common characters and uncommon characters, and rare characters. The ones that were made before were commonly used. There were dozens of lead characters for the same character. Now most of the ones are made are rare characters. Once the production is completed, he plans to leave two well-written craftsmen to make rare characters at any time, and the rest of the craftsmen will be disbanded.

This version is a rare character that was rarely used in eight hundred years. Because of the many strokes, each one is a little larger than other characters. Ouyang Zhe regretfully picked up one and looked it carefully, and found that the character is structured tightly and the same size as a character with few strokes.

He picked up one and looked at it again. The strokes of this one were loose, and the characters became larger. He picked up another one and had a tight structure. After reading six or seven of them, he suddenly said: "It turns out that this version was made by two craftsmen."

Needless to say, the close-knit structure is made by Zhang Dalang. Zhang Dalang has a good handwriting, but it is a pity to be a craftsman.

He was thinking that among the two craftsmen left behind, one of Zhang Dalang would be counted as anyway, and a clear voice came from the door: "I have seen the adults."

Although Ouyang Zhe was only eighth-rank, he was the emperor's imperial seal and the chief official of the seal and bookstore. Therefore, everyone called him "greats" in front of him.

"Oh, it's Dalang, please don't give me a gift." Ouyang Zhe was still holding the words engraved by Zhangbu. He just thought that this person was a talent that could be cultivated well. When he looked at Zhangbu, there was a smile on his face, and his eyes were shining like a lead type in his hand.

"No." Zhang Bu responded, straightened up and did not enter the house. There was no place for him to stand in the house. He said at the door: "Master Wang is sick. Before seeking medical treatment, he ordered the younger one to report to the adults. Only 180 rare words remained, and the work was completed."

They each have a head for the clay, engraving and firing. Old Man Wang is the head for the engraving. Most of the dozen craftsmen who engraving words are literate slightly and have practiced characters for a few days. Most of these craftsmen are not wealthy, and they only learn by chance if they know a few words in a rough way. Because of this, Zhang Bu, who went to school and received the teachings of great scholars, became shining gold as soon as he entered the bookmark office.

Hundred and eighty words, more than ten people, were engraved without until dark.

"Oh, is this done?" Ouyang Zhe's old face was full of joy. He was finally finished. He could print a page of the book and present it to Prime Minister Cheng.

The servants didn't care much about who was the prime minister, but Ouyang Zhe went from a beggar who was not met with relatives to an eighth-rank official. Such earth-shaking changes depended entirely on Cheng Mo. Cheng Mo was his benefactor, and how could he not care about every move? After learning that Cheng Mo was the prime minister, he did not look at these treasures in the wing room last night, but went to buy two taels of turbid wine, cut a plate of braised pork, and celebrated.

Seeing that his eyes were gone without a crack, Zhang Bu knew that the big thing had been done, he said, "Yes, sir, our book printing company is about to complete a book. Should he invite Prime Minister Cheng to come and have a look?"

This is a book printing, which was the first to the times. If this unprecedented feat could be achieved, let alone Cheng Mo, I am afraid that the emperor will pay attention to it, right?

All books in this era can only be copied by hand and copied on bamboo slips, so any works are not widely circulated and not many have been passed down from generation to generation. But once you can print books, it is a bit of a word. Although silk is very expensive, as long as you can print, rich people can still afford it.

Zhang Bu didn't know that Cheng Mo was also studying papermaking, and it had already achieved results. It was already a little rougher. Cheng Mo made a few suggestions and asked the craftsmen to study it again.

Ouyang Zhe didn't expect Zhang Bu to hide his evil intentions, and laughed: "As long as we can print a few pieces and present them to the prime minister, it's enough. Why bother with the prime minister to make time for him?"

Cheng Mo must be very busy as the prime minister, so how can he bother him?

Zhang Bu hurriedly said: "As soon as the printing technique is completed, the world is shocked, and the lord will definitely be famous in history. Don't talk about the prime minister, I'm afraid that Your Majesty will summon the lord to report the preface."

Ouyang Zhe smiled, not believing it at all.

In the end, he was not as knowledgeable as Zhang Bu. Although he was ordered to study printing technology, he did not expect how shocking this technology would bring to the world, how great the significance of promoting the progress of civilization.

Zhang Bu said sincerely: "Sir, why not talk to the Prime Minister, or can the Prime Minister come."

"Dalang, don't worry about things you shouldn't care about." Ouyang Zhe kindly reminded that he was willing to cultivate this young man. Maybe in a few years, he couldn't do it anymore, and the printing company would hand it over to the young man.

Zhang Bu wanted to say something else, Ouyang Zhe had already ordered: "Take two people and print a version of the book first and come and take a look."

After being busy for so long, I have to see how the printing is.

Zhang Bu had no choice but to agree.
Chapter completed!