My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 60

As the typesetting disc squeaked, the hands of the typesetting workers were like lightning. Before others could react, they had already taken the needed movable type from the disc and placed them on a copper plate.

After a while, a copper plate was arranged, and then the cork was inserted into the gap of the movable type to fix it on the plate.

Immediately, an ink worker brushes the adjusted ink on the movable type, and the last step is the real printing.

When the first piece of paper full of words was peeled off, Ma An immediately brought it to Zhu Zhanhe.

Zhang Zhong and Zhu Yong also rushed over immediately. Today was the first trial printing after the copper movable type was made, and they all came here early in the morning.

"Not bad, the handwriting is clear, and it feels no worse than engraving and printing!"

Zhu Zhanhe looked at the wet ink on the paper, his face was also full of joy.

Compared with the previous tin movable type, the printing effect of this copper movable type is greatly improved.

It's not because of the different materials, but because of Zhou Qi's coppersmiths' exquisite craftsmanship, and the craftsmanship of copper movable type is far superior to the original tin movable type, so this printing effect can be achieved.

At this time Zhang Zhong took out a book from his arms, which he bought at a bookstore today, just for comparison.

Zhang Zhong opened the pages of the book, and Zhu Zhanhe compared the paper in his hand with the contents of the book, and found that there was actually a little difference.

"The main problem is the ink. The text we printed is a bit soaked in the paper."

Zhu Zhanhe quickly discovered the cause of the problem.

Metal movable type is not easy to ink. Previously tin movable type used viscous ink, but the ink formula was not optimal, so the printing effect was worse than engraving.

"This difference is invisible if you don't look carefully, and our cost is low, so no one will care if the quality is poor."

Zhang Zhong said with a smile, he was already very satisfied with this effect.

"That's what I said, but technology is all about excellence."

Zhu Zhanhe said to Ma An: "A reward is offered in the workshop. Whoever can improve the formula of the ink will be rewarded with [-] pennies!"

"Huh? Need to spend money again?"

Ma An's originally happy face immediately turned into a bitter gourd.

Zhu Zhanhe and the others would have no money after buying the workshop. The copper movable type was made by three people who stole the copperware from the house, and the coppersmiths from the Baoquan Bureau were prostituted.

However, the operation of the workshop requires more money, such as the wages of the craftsmen, the purchase of raw materials such as paper and ink, etc., all of which are covered by Ma An with his own money.

"I know you have invested a lot of money into the workshop, but our workshop is about to make money, and we will give you double compensation!"

Zhu Zhanhe once again painted a cake for Ma An.

"This... ok!"

Ma An had no choice but to agree, anyway, he had already invested so much in the workshop before, and it was not short of this money.

"By the way, have you managed to sell the books?"

Zhu Zhanhe asked Ma An again, technology alone is not enough, sales are the guarantee for a workshop to survive.

"That's no problem. I've already negotiated with various bookstores in the capital. As long as we make a little more profit, our books can be sold in their stores. As long as the sales are good, booksellers will naturally come to our door!"

Ma An immediately patted his chest and promised.

"That's good. At the beginning, we can make more profits and set a lower price. Anyway, our cost is low. As long as we open up the market, we will wait to count the money!"

Zhu Zhanhe laughed. After seeing the printing effect of the copper movable type, he became more confident in the future of the workshop.

"If you want to wait to count the money, you have to be sincere. Come, come, one stick of incense per person!"

At this time, Zhu Yong came over with a handful of incense sticks, and each of them gave out one.

In the yard of the workshop stood a bronze statue of Master Guan, which was pulled out by Zhu Yong from his home to be melted into movable type, but because the bronze statue had too many impurities in bronze, it could not be used at all, so he pulled it out. In the workshop.

Zhu Zhanhe and Zhang Zhong took the incense sticks, laughed and came to Master Guan to light the incense sticks, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner.

Although Zhu Zhanhe didn't believe this, it would be nice to have a good time.

The smell of ink in the workshop was not pleasant. Seeing that the workshop was operating normally, Zhu Zhanhe felt relieved, and finally left the workshop with Zhang Zhong and Zhu Yong.

Back at the palace, it was getting dark, but there was still a little time before dark.

Zhu Zhanhe came to the courtyard where he lived, and before he entered the courtyard, he heard a commotion inside.

"Second son, you can't leave!"

Sun Ruowei's anxious voice came from the yard.

"Step aside!"

Immediately afterwards, the voice of Zhu Zhanqi, a little stubborn donkey, came from inside.

This made Zhu Zhanhe feel strange, he walked quickly into the yard, and was taken aback when he saw the situation inside.

Sun Ruowei and several maids surrounded Zhu Zhanqi with various tools in their hands.

Zhu Zhanqi blushed with a small face, and wanted to rush out of the encirclement several times, but he was small and weak, so he was blocked every time.

"What's the matter, are you guys at war?"

Zhu Zhanhe felt a little funny, stepped forward and asked.

"Your Majesty, you are back!"

Sun Ruowei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhu Zhanhe, and quickly stepped forward to report in a low voice: "Second Young Master, he...he steals things!"

"what?"

Zhu Zhanhe frowned, turned to Zhu Zhanqi and asked, "Why are you stealing again?"

The reason why Zhu Gaoxu hung Zhu Zhanqi up and beat him last time was because he stole something.

"Who...who stole something?"

Zhu Zhanfu's neck was stiff, his mouth was strong and his teeth were strong, but his eyes had already begun to dodge when he spoke.

"What did he steal?"

Zhu Zhanhe ignored Zhu Zhanqi and asked Sun Ruowei again.

"The Shizi's Zhuzhi has been placed on the desk. The second son came to look for the Shizi today, but he went to the study, and the Zhizhi disappeared."

Sun Ruowei reported again in a low voice.

"What is it? I didn't take it at all. If I took it, I would be struck by lightning!"

When Zhu Zhanqi heard Sun Ruowei's words, he swore loudly and swore.

"Squeak ~ squeak ~"

As soon as Zhu Zhanqi finished speaking, there was a crisp cry from his arms, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

"Take it out!"

Zhu Zhanhe stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and he knew it was the copper guillotine that he raised.

"Take it and take it, who cares?"

Zhu Zhanqi blushed, reached out and took out the woven cage from his bosom and stuffed it into Zhu Zhanhe's hand, but his eyes were still very reluctant.

Zhu Zhanhe picked up the cage and looked at it, the copper guillotine inside was still full of vitality.

Although the Qiuxing Competition is over, the upsurge of Zhizhi has not completely faded, and Dou Zhizhi can often be seen in the streets and alleys.

"You like this copper guillotine?"

Zhu Zhanhe suddenly lowered his head and asked Zhu Zhanqi.

"So what if you like it, so what if you don't like it?"

Zhu Zhanqi raised his stubborn little face, as if he would never admit his mistake.

"If you like it, I can give it to you."

Zhu Zhanhe chuckled, and asked again in a gentle voice: "Now let me ask you again, do you like this copper guillotine?"

Hearing that Zhu Zhanhe was going to give him the copper guillotine that killed the worm king in the Qiuxing Competition, Zhu Zhanqi's breathing suddenly became short of breath, and his gaze towards the weaving cage became very hot.

After all, Zhu Zhanqi was a child, and in the end, desire prevailed, and he whispered, "I like it."

"Louder, I can't hear you!"

Zhu Zhanhe said suddenly.

"like!"

Zhu Zhanqi yelled loudly with his eyes closed as if he had broken his can.

Before the words fell, Zhu Zhanqi felt something extra in his hand, and when he opened his eyes, the Zhuzhi cage had already been stuffed into his hand.

"Take it, if you want anything in the future, just tell me, don't steal it anymore!"

Zhu Zhanhe patted Zhu Zhanqi on the shoulder, and took Sun Ruowei and the others back to the room after speaking.

Zhu Zhanqi looked at the Zhizhi in his hand, and then at the back of Zhu Zhanhe's leaving, his little face became a little confused.

　There are three shifts today, one chapter at noon and one chapter at night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)