He didn't care about copying the ancient book any more, but pulled Jiang Chan to talk about the movable type printing.

Jiang Chan combined the records about movable type printing that he saw in Chinese documents and racked his brains for a long time. "I think we can make clay movable type, carve the desired characters on the type mold, then bake them, and finally type them."

It should be done within the dial."

The more Jiang Sen thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible. He walked around the study room with his hands behind his back, wishing he could see the finished calligraphy with his own eyes now. Seeing Jiang Sen's anxious look, Mrs. Lin gave him a suggestion.

"Isn't there a brick kiln in town that makes pottery? You can go there and ask to see if they can make such calligraphy molds. It's not too late for you to make plans later."

Jiang Sen immediately seemed to have received accurate information and took Uncle Zhong to the brick kiln in Zhendong. It was rare to see Jiang Sen care so much about something other than food, and Jiang Chan was very surprised.

Mrs. Lin glanced at Jiang Chan: 'Your father is really excited. It will be fine when he actually makes these things according to your instructions and gets over this new energy.'

Jiang Chan was silent.

Ever since Jiang Chan casually said something about movable type printing, Jiang Sen became obsessed with this matter. He would go to the brick kiln in the east of the town whenever he had time. He would not go even if his friends called for parties on weekdays.

Several of Jiang Sen's friends became interested. That afternoon, just after school, Jiang Sen packed up and was about to leave the college. However, he was stopped by Li Ruisi and several other friends.

Li Ruisi was carrying a fan on such a cold day, and stared at Jiang Sen with fox eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Jinzhi, something's not right with you lately, what are you busy with?"

"Yeah, you're still doing something mysterious. What are you messing with?"

"I see that you always go to the east of the town recently. Apart from the brick kiln, what else is there to see in the east of the town?"

"I wonder if there are any beautiful women in this brick kiln?"

Jiang Sen frowned: "Go, go, can you say such things casually? Do you want to know? I will take you to see it."

This was also Jiang Sen’s idea early in the morning, good things should be shared with friends.

As soon as Jiang Sen said these words, everyone knew that something strange was going on, and they all followed Jiang Sen to the brick kiln in the east of the town.

The owner of the brick kiln immediately burst into laughter when he saw Jiang Sen. Jiang Sen has been his big customer recently and has taken care of a lot of his business. Especially the clay type, he has made a lot of money.

"Mr. Jiang, I have prepared all the clay calligraphy you want. Do you want to take it back now?"

Although they didn’t understand what Jiang Sen wanted this clay type to do, they had to supply whatever the guests wanted. Jiang Sen glanced at a few of his friends who were still confused and unceremoniously brought up the clay type from the host’s house.

The movable type was stuffed into several people's arms.

He was worried that there would be no one to help transport him back to the Jiang Mansion today. There was no ready candidate available? The corners of Jiang Sen's mouth curled up. Is his liveliness so good-looking?

After all, this thing was made of clay, so it was still very heavy. The faces of several friends changed, and a group of six people hugged six big boxes and returned to Jiang's house out of breath.

Literary people are like this, almost all have weak constitutions. When they arrived at Jiang's house, they drank several bowls of tea, and Li Ruisi and the others finally recovered.

Li Ruisi wiped his sweat: "Let me say it first, if it wasn't something strange, I would leave immediately."

"That's right. You still drag us to do hard labor for you. Brother Jin, you are so unkind."

Jiang Sen waved his hand: "Be calm and don't be impatient, be calm and don't be impatient! Jiang Zhong! Jiang Zhong!"

Jiang Zhong was naturally Uncle Zhong. When he heard Jiang Sen’s summons, he immediately came over with two square iron trays and a few paper packages in the iron trays. Wang Ma followed behind with two square iron trays.

Tie Ban, everyone in the basement room was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Chan supported Mrs. Lin and walked slowly behind. When Mrs. Lin came in, she saw the wooden boxes and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Is the font ready?"

"Isn't that right? A few friends helped us move back."

Jiang Sen was not one to burn bridges by crossing rivers. He pointed to his five friends who were slumped on the Taishi chair and asked Jiang Chan to greet them. The few people accepted Jiang Chan's courtesy and hurriedly sat upright.

"Xiaochan, shall we start now?"

Jiang Chan naturally nodded in agreement. She took the ancient book that Jiang Sen and Li Ruisi had borrowed a few days ago, and turned to the first page. She saw that there were quite a lot of words, so she decided to start from this page.

Uncle Zhong was very discerning and moved the framed iron plate over. Jiang Chan opened several paper packages on it and found a dusty potion inside.

Wang Ma and Uncle Zhong spread the potion evenly on the bottom of the iron plate. Jiang Sen was already looking for the corresponding character pattern according to the ancient books. After finding the corresponding character pattern, he typed the character pattern on the iron plate according to the ancient books.

Arrange on the plate.

Didn't everyone understand now? Li Ruisi took a breath and squeezed away. Jiang Sen grabbed a font and looked at it carefully. Only then did he realize that these fonts were all the same size, with words and fonts engraved on the tops.

It's engraved backwards. If it were turned over and stained with ink, wouldn't it be the correct wording?

Now Jiang Sen was completely surrounded by five friends. It didn't take long for the first page of words to be typed. Jiang Chan pursed her lips and asked Uncle Zhong to bake the bottom of the typed iron plate with fire, making the chassis

The medicine inside melted slightly.

Then the iron plate that Wang Ma just brought in was flattened, so that it became the real version. Then it was time to paint the ink. Li Ruisi insisted on stealing Jiang Sen's work this time, and he

Hold an inkstone and brush ink on the typeface.

A very talkative friend stopped talking now. He quickly took off a piece of paper and quickly and accurately placed it on top of the ink-brushed lettering. Then he pressed lightly and peeled off the paper.

Jiang Sen had already sat down on the side, shaking his head and watching a few people busy at work. Li Ruisi went over to take a look, and everyone was very clear, but it was much faster than copying books seriously.

He squinted his slender fox eyes and saw Jiang Sen, who had been sitting aside for a long time: "Jinzhi, why didn't I know you had such a great talent?"

Jiang Sen blew the tea leaves in the teacup, "This is our little..."

Lin's quick eyes pinched Jiang Sen's arm. Jiang Sen's fingers trembled and he immediately changed his words: "I racked my brains to come up with this. How can I let you see it easily?"

Li Ruisi could naturally see Lin's actions. He squinted his eyes. Since Lin wouldn't let her talk, she probably had her reasons. Besides, Jiang Sen had already wrapped his arms around him, so there was no point in asking further.
Chapter completed!