Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 565
Jing Han found Dunhuafang, visited the door to express A Luoben's goodwill, and presented a palm-sized pottery pot and a beautifully woven floor mat as a gift.

Fan Zheng dared to accept this meeting gift.

Fan Zheng, who was born in Yushitai, has his own set of unique standards for the amount of gifts he receives.

Believe it or not, the imperial court dares to issue a standard of 190 cash for a single bribe, and Fan dares to accept a single gift of [-] nine cash?
Fan Zheng took the pot and stroked it back and forth in his hand.

The pottery pot has a weird pattern, probably in Persian style, and the texture is not much different from that of Tang Dynasty.

In terms of shape, this clay pot is a bit ugly, as if it was fabricated by a naughty boy.

The pattern of the foot pads is exquisite, and there is nothing unusual about it.

If you say camel meat, stop!
Believe it or not, Aroben lift up the cross and subdue you heretics?

Nestorian believers are not restricted, but the teaching staff is vegetarian, so it is impossible to take meat as a gift.

"I have already felt the kindness of the Persian Temple." Fan Zheng responded with a smile. "Be kind, or be kind, this is the only requirement of this official. The matter of the contact point in Huaiyuanfang, this official has agreed."

To be precise, Fan Zheng had no direct conflict with the Persian Temple. He just wanted Aluoben to restrain the momentum of crazy expansion and to accommodate all kinds of scum regardless of good and bad.

If you can't "repent" two sentences, you can say that you can cleanse the burden of your soul, even if Buddhism uses eighteen mud plows to teach and do good.

Regardless of whether Nestorian can do it or not, you have to put on a pose.

After Jing Han left, Fan Baili picked up the clay pot and curled his lips: "It's so ugly!"

Fan Mingqian took the pot, giggled, tossed it back and forth for fun, but lost his hand and the pot fell to the ground.

Fan Baili quickly pulled Adi away, and Fan Mingqian said, "Aye, Erlang didn't do it on purpose."

Fan Zheng waved his hands, he had no time to worry about such trivial matters.

The jar was shattered, it was inevitable, pieces of debris were torn apart, Wei Wuji came over with a broom and dustpan to clean it up, and a note rolled as thin as a pinhead was revealed.

Fan Zheng smiled, leaned over and picked up the note.

The clay pot is just a container, the real essence is this note.

There are only three untidy characters on it, "Quchifang".

Fan Zheng handed the note to Lei Qi and stopped thinking about it.

A Luoben's reminder, since Lei Qi and the others went to investigate, it is still a matter of business right now.

Ever since Du Siniang became pregnant, Du Shengxia had awakened the soul of her elders, and took Fan Zheng to visit Qinglong Fang twice in three days, explaining some reliable and unreliable parenting scriptures, but Yu Fanzheng and the old eight looked at each other with a wry smile .

"I don't bring bacon, mutton, and duck from the house, but I bring some beef and yak meat; I bring some radish and pickled long beans from the cellar."

"Long beans must be brought. Du Siniang's mouth is boring and needs a sour refreshment."

Du Shengxia quickly arranged.

Fan Zheng took a bite out of pickled long beans out of curiosity, grinning sourly, and never touched that thing again.

It's more sour than Guo Jing's eyes!

However, for pregnant women, the taste seems to be just right?
Seeing that Du Siniang had nothing to do, holding a stick, chewing it with relish, Fan Zheng felt that his teeth were knocked out.

Chen Zuchang smiled, and accompanied Du Siniang by his side. He was a good gentleman, and he definitely did not have the image of the prodigal son of Huazhou back then.

Fan Zheng looked at Chen Zuchang and shook his head slightly, so, another family man has been developed.

"Uncle, don't look at me so directly."

The old eight laughed straight.

Fan Zheng took a sip of the tea, and said slowly: "I said, old man, a snowflake salt made you a real job, so you didn't want to mess around anymore?"

Want to eat a credit for a lifetime?

Beautiful you!
The old eight laughed straight: "It's not that there are no things, but it may not be timely. For example, if I make movable type, who will type it? And how to distinguish the characters?"

"In addition, although movable type can improve the printing speed of pure font content, it can't do anything for graphics."

Uh……

This practical problem led to the fact that even after movable type printing came out, engraving was still the mainstream.

No way, the picture is a big obstacle.

"Pictures and texts" to understand.

Fan Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Can loess burn movable type?"

Lao Ba shook his head: "No, I got river mud."

Well, I have to communicate with the Department of Water again, and I can't act recklessly like Ziliao.

Zi Liao and Chen Xiande, a doctor of the Ministry of Water, are uncles, but Fan Zheng is not!

"What about typography?"

Fan Zheng couldn't help asking.

In this era, it is totally out of date to make Chinese Pinyin, even if Fanqie is used, it will be more recognized.

"Cang Jie Pian" is based on analogy, which is close to the radical method of later generations, which is more applicable, but the craftsman may not know so many characters.

More importantly, many characters that had never existed before appeared one after another. "Cang Jie Pian" has limitations to some extent.

For example, the word "eye" has not yet appeared in "Shuowen Jiezi", and it was written as "eye essence" at that time.

The old man smiled slyly: "Wouldn't that be better? Uncle has some friendship with the Great Confucian, so I just asked the Great Confucian to compile a book on rhythm for this purpose."

Fan Zheng bared his teeth, pointed at the slippery old eighth, and smiled without saying a word.

To invite someone, the most suitable one is naturally Linghu Defen.

Famous, well-connected, and good-natured, he has no pursuit of Aduwu and the like, only fame can impress him.

Linghu Defen would not refuse to compile a book that can be used for enlightenment and publication in future generations.

Why didn't Fan Zheng compile it himself?

Ho Ho, don't think too highly of Fan's quality, Fan Zheng couldn't write this stuff even if he bit the pen holder into pieces.

The disadvantages of insufficient background cannot be offset by plagiarizing some poems.

The most important thing is that the pronunciation in Fan's memory is mostly based on Youzhou accent.

In addition to the Guanzhong accent, the official dialect of the Tang Dynasty also has an elegant dialect mainly based on the Luoyang accent, which was merged in the Sui Dynasty. Lu Fayan compiled the book "Qie Yun", which was designated as official rhyme in the early Tang Dynasty.

Similar to "Qie Yun", there are "Classic Interpretations" by Lu Deming in the Tang Dynasty, and "Jade Pian" by King Chen Guye in the Southern Dynasty. The three books have their own characteristics, but they can confirm each other.

Lu Deming died in the fourth year of Zhenguan.

However, the content compiled by Lu Fayan is not perfect. After all, times change and some changes are inevitable.

In the 20th year of Kaiyuan, Sun Mian wrote "Tang Yun" as an updated version of "Qie Yun", which was dedicated to the imperial court as an official book.

No one is right or wrong, it's just that times are constantly changing.

Just like the women of the Tang Dynasty have already started to dress up as men, how dare you change the dynasty?

Chen Zuchang restrained his smile: "It's the ink, which needs some thought. Try to add an appropriate amount of glue to it, so that it can be printed on the paper without browning and ink smearing."

Fan Zheng nodded: "Outside the Golden Light Gate, on the bank of the Cao River, you can draw a piece of land and ask Min Cao to complete the formalities."

"On the other side of Ziliao where Si Shi joins the army, you ask him for a few craftsmen. First try writing, ink, and bamboo paper from Dunhuafang first if you want to use paper."

Hehe, it's good to take care of one's own share, isn't it too much?

　78th Anniversary of Japan's Surrender!

　　Remember history, don't forget national humiliation!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)