Chen Jingke took Zhang Ping all the way to the outer courtyard and first visited the printing workshop.
After receiving the news, Tian Dachun hurriedly came over and said, "Master, you are here."
Chen Jingke nodded and said, "How is it? Work has been going well recently, right?"
Tian Dachun said enthusiastically: "Don't worry, everything is going smoothly and there are no problems."
Today's printing workshop is no longer just two or three kittens, but a large team of more than 60 people.
As the actual manager of the printing house, he can be regarded as having a second spring. Similarly, he has become more loyal to Chen Jingke, who gave him all this.
After chatting for a few words, Chen Jingke took Zhang Ping into the workshop for a tour.
Those who make ink, cut paper, print, inspect, and bind... are all separated separately. Each room is responsible for one task, which can be regarded as an alternative assembly line operation.
In this era, efficiency can be said to have reached its highest level.
Zhang Ping's eyes were filled with brilliance when she saw a printing shop of this scale and working methods. For the first time, she felt the shock of factory-style mass production.
In the blink of an eye, a page of the book was printed, and it was so clean and tidy.
Even if one page is copied by hand without making mistakes, it would take at least a cup of tea, but now the same time is enough to print hundreds or even hundreds of pages.
After looking around, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "The printing speed is so fast. No wonder the price of printed books is low. Sun Zhenren's invention of printing is really a great merit."
Chen Jingke smiled and said: "Haha, Master doesn't care about merit or demerit, as long as it can benefit the people. Anyway, our Taoism has benefited a lot from printing."
Zhang Ping nodded with deep understanding. In the past, it was difficult to copy Taoist scriptures and it was very troublesome to preach. Now with printing technology, not only does everyone have a Taoist scripture, at least those who need it can buy it at any time.
She casually took out a printed book page, the content of which was about Kuang Heng's experience in cutting walls to borrow light, and his subsequent experience as an official.
Chen Jingke said from the side: "The name of this book is Wangyue Tan. It is a collection of essays created by me. Every time Wangyue publishes a volume..."
He explained the operation mode of the magazine, publishing one at a fixed time, and publishing poems, articles and interesting anecdotes about literati.
The first issue is being printed now, and chiseling the wall to borrow light is just one of the stories.
This type of story is very popular and is in line with the values of the time. It is worth mentioning Kuang Heng. Many street tabloids rumored that he later became a corrupt official.
However, in fact, he was a very accomplished and capable official, admonishing the emperor to recuperate, reduce taxes, work diligently and care for the people, etc.
Later, the eunuch Shi Xian formed a party for personal gain, controlled the government, and deceived the Han Emperor Yuan to increase taxes and exploit the people. The courtiers were too afraid to speak out.
Kuang Heng collected evidence under pressure to bring down Shi Xian, but not long after, he himself was impeached for corruption, and the emperor demoted him to a commoner.
Then he became a villain.
There are many people who have suffered the same fate, such as Li Shen, who wrote "Compassion for the Peasants" during the Tang Dynasty. When he was still alive, there were rumors that he was a corrupt official.
But in fact, he cracked down on nobles and illegal nobles and suppressed land annexation. His methods were extremely violent, and anyone who fell into his hands would be severely punished regardless of status.
Wherever he goes to serve, the powerful and powerful people there will be in panic all day long, shouting that the King of Hell is coming.
History books describe him as violent, a word that goes further than strong, which shows his temperament.
It is impossible to determine who is smearing them, but we might as well speculate based on their experiences.
Chen Jingke published Kuang Heng's story in Wangyue Tan. On the one hand, it was really inspirational; on the other hand, he wanted to clear his name; and on the other hand, it made the story of Wang Yue Tan more interesting.
Moreover, watching the inspirational stories of predecessors can also shape cultural and national identity to a certain extent. Each subsequent issue will have several stories about similar characters.
Zhang Ping was naturally very curious when she heard about the operating mode of Wang Yuetan. When she learned that it was Chen Jingke who came up with it, she admired him even more.
Then he seemed to have thought of something, hesitated for a while and tried: "Then...can the farming story be published on it?"
Chen Jingke said matter-of-factly: "Of course, there is no distinction between high and low in labor, only the division of labor is different. Without farmers, where would the food come from, and without hundreds of craftsmen, where would the houses, tools and clothing come from."
"It's a pity that there are not many people studying farming now, otherwise I would have opened a section dedicated to introducing this aspect of knowledge."
Zhang Ping's joyful eyes turned into crescents. He was indeed not a common person. He had already begun to think about whether he should write an article or let Er Weng write one.
Looking at her eyes, Chen Jingke was greatly surprised. Books always said that her eyes squinted and curved into crescents, but this was just an adjective. In reality, she had never seen her eyes curved into crescents.
But today he really saw it, it really narrowed into a crescent moon.
It turns out that it was not that the person who wrote the book made a mistake, but that he was too ignorant.
This little girl is really a "treasure" girl. Her little face will bulge when she is unhappy, and her eyes will narrow into crescent moons when she is happy.
Zhang Ping felt a little embarrassed when he saw her, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she was very happy.
Chen Jingke was just curious, so naturally he wouldn't stare all the time, and then took her to visit other links.
What interested Zhang Ping the most was calligraphy mold making, and she even made one herself under the guidance of a craftsman.
Although the printing shop's 200,000-character molds have been completed, Chen Jingke still retained a small mold-making team of five people.
On the one hand, it is to repair the damaged fonts, and on the other hand, it is to make more fonts.
Two hundred thousand only meets the basic needs of printing. If you want to expand the scale of production, you need more fonts, especially for commonly used characters.
Moreover, Chen Jingke knew that printing dictionaries required many special fonts, so starting the production in advance would save a lot of trouble later on.
When he was about to leave after the visit, he saw a group of children running and playing happily.
Seeing these children, he couldn't help but slap his forehead and said, "I just said I forgot something. Tian Dachun, how many children over six years old do we have here?"
Tian Dachun said quickly: "There are thirty-two children over six years old, including men and women."
Chen Jingke nodded and said: "The printing shop has achieved outstanding results. As a commendation to you, I have decided to build a school in the outer courtyard. All children over the age of six can come to study."
Poof, Tian Dachun knelt directly on the ground and said excitedly: "Thank you, Master, for your grace. Thank you, Master for your grace."
Many people around looked over in confusion, and Tian Dachun shouted: "Guys, stop for a moment, the real person said that he wants to build a school so that all our children can go to school."
As soon as these words came out, the whole workshop was buzzing, and everyone came over to express their gratitude.
Reading is such a sacred thing that ordinary people don’t even dare to think about.
This is no longer a question of money, but a matter of identity.
Generally speaking, wealthy families have no place to go to school. Most of the small landowners at the township level are illiterate and can only choose a person who can understand numeracy to take charge of the family business.
Of the more than sixty workers in the printing house, only two are literate, one is responsible for typesetting and the other is responsible for random inspection of finished products.
They never thought that their children would have the opportunity to study.
Whether it was as a reward for them or for whatever reason, in short, they were only grateful in their hearts and expressed their gratitude one after another. They have been loyal to Zixiao Temple and the real person from generation to generation.
Chen Jingke was very pleased, encouraged everyone, and said that as long as you perform well, there will be many benefits in the future.
After a round of chicken blood injection, he took Zhang Ping away.
Even after walking far away, he could still see the craftsmen saluting him when he looked back. Zhang Ping said with admiration: "You are so awesome at making so many people surrender sincerely."
Chen Jingke felt a little proud in his heart, but said seriously on his face: "It's just a comparison of feelings. Let's go to Erya Courtyard to have a look."
