Elegy of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 277 The nuclear-powered money printing press is ready to start

In ancient times, what exactly was ink?

This question seems very simple and can be answered in one sentence. Ink, ink, isn’t just oil and ink.

But in fact, ink contains not only oil, but also ink, water, and even a secret formula.

Not to mention the materials of the ink produced in each place, no one is exactly the same as far as the process and proportions are concerned.

Ink before the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties could only be called "ink", which was made from certain materials, such as pine smoke, etc., added with water.

As for the legendary four treasures of the study, the inkstone does not directly produce ink, but is used to grind ink blocks to make ink.

An ink block is made by grinding and mixing carbon black, rubber and other raw materials, and then firing it at high temperature. There is usually oil in the ink block, but the ink produced by grinding the ink cannot be classified into the same category as the ink used for woodblock printing.

In short, this problem seems simple, but it is not that difficult to directly use ordinary ink to print "banknotes".

"Petroleum burns like hemp, and its smoke is so thick that the curtains it touches are all black.

I suspect that his cigarettes are useful. Would you like to give Ma Langzhong a try? "

Fang Chongyong asked uncertainly.

He remembered that people in the Song Dynasty burned petroleum to make ink, and then added tung oil, sesame oil, grease and other substances into it. He didn't know exactly how to play it, but there was probably nothing wrong with the raw materials.

The main reason is that the performance of this ink is very stable, and the ink will not completely fade for at least ten or twenty years.

"Oil?"

Ma Daifeng nodded slightly. Oil was the crude oil from Fang Chongyong's previous life. It was also called this name in this era, and it was also a common thing.

"You can give it a try. Liangzhou is a commercial port and there should be no shortage of such craftsmen, even good craftsmen.

The lower official thought that the matter was not difficult. He could print a batch of Jiaozi and improve a batch of ink. In the future, the old version can be eliminated by replacing the old version with the new one. "

Ma Daifeng seemed confident.

Hearing this, Fang Chongyong wanted to give him a thumbs up.

After all, he even blurted out the "old for new" common in the bank in his previous life. The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated.

Even if the ink used in the previous Jiaozi is not very good, by improving the ink later and replacing the old ones with new ones at each bank station, it can still ensure that the old batch of Jiaozi can be replaced and eliminated in the future.

"When the soldiers go to the Western Regions, they rely on these friends for food and drink. The horseman must do his best."

Fang Chongyong patted Ma Daifeng's shoulder and said.

"Don't worry Fang Jieshuai, it's all trivial, trivial."

Ma Daifeng chuckled, obviously very confident in Jiaozi's relevant technical solutions.

"There will definitely be thieves who want to counterfeit printing in the future, Jiaozi. Apart from paper, is there anything Ma Langzhong can do?"

Fang Chongyong asked casually while looking at the samples of paper.

"The first is the seal, also called a monogram. We design a complex pattern that only a dedicated person can understand. This method is already used by Feiqian, so it is not difficult to borrow it."

Ma Daifeng said confidently.

He is worthy of being a senior craftsman working on the technology next to Brother Ji. Not to mention his hands-on ability, this insight alone is not something that ordinary people can have.

"good."

Fang Chongyong said noncommittally that he had planned to add banknote numbers and Arabic numerals to it.

Of course, this required the use of simple movable type printing. Banknote numbers will be a technology that greatly improves anti-counterfeiting capabilities.

"In addition, we can also design many complex patterns on Jiaozi and use embossing techniques. The Jiaozi printed in this way can be copied by the public. It requires very skilled craftsmen and long-term trial and error to get a rough idea."

Ma Daifeng gave Fang Chongyong a second trump card.

What is imprinting?

The so-called imprinting is to place the sheet between the upper and lower molds, and the thickness of the material changes under the action of pressure.

A forming method in which the extruded material is filled into the convex and concave parts of the mold cavity with undulating fine lines to form undulating bulges and words or patterns on the surface of the workpiece.

The embossed pattern is probably very easy to make, but to be exactly the same as the original requires trial and error, which is very time-consuming!

You know, the material used to make engravings does not necessarily have to be wood! Copper seals are the mainstream of official seals, and they can also be used for engraving and printing.

As expected, Ma Daifeng continued:

"It is best for Jiaozi's engravings to be made of copper. If it is replaced with wood, the imprinting effect will not be effective. In short, people who do not know the carving process will have flaws no matter how they do it.

Coupled with the use of special paper towels, you should not see false friends in a year or two.

Finally, Jiaozi Bank changes its version once a year to ensure it is foolproof. Doing this thing is much more troublesome than casting private money. The method Fang Jieshuai came up with to make friends is really wonderful! "

Ma Daifeng looked in admiration.

You are not an ordinary person. I am afraid that you have secretly served as a "technical guide" for those who minted private money.

Fang Chongyong secretly complained in his heart that this groom knew so much that it was difficult not to make people suspicious.

Seeing no one around, Ma Daifeng quietly walked to Fang Chongyong and asked in a low voice:

"Would Fang Jieshuai print an extra batch of Jiaozi and keep them for himself in case of emergencies?

The lower official thought that after Jiaozi came out, his saintly character would definitely spread throughout the country. This thing is easy to store. A big box full of jiaozi can be replaced by silk in a warehouse.

After returning to Chang'an this time, the lower official thought that he was too old to continue running errands for the saint in the palace. So after Xiaguan wanted to resign, he followed Fang Jieshuai to study Jiaozi's anti-counterfeiting technology. "

Ma Daifeng hinted very vaguely.

Fang Chongyong was stunned, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

Seeing that he had not yet come to his senses, Ma Daifeng said anxiously:

"The court probably hasn't thought of this yet, but it will definitely think of it in the future. Fang Jieshuai is a close confidant of the saint, and the saint is also old. If the saint dies, how will the commander deal with himself? Will he be killed by the new emperor? Liquidation? Do you want to leave yourself a way out?

Jiaozi Bank was created by Jieshuai, but can Jieshuai guarantee that he will manage it himself in the future? The imperial court center will definitely send someone to take over, so won't Jieshuai's work be in vain? "

Ma Daifeng finished speaking in one breath, and then looked at Fang Chongyong anxiously.

In fact, what he said is also a question that many people in the Tang Dynasty are thinking about now, especially those involved in officialdom: How long does Brother Ji have to live?

According to general calculations, Brother Ji's death tomorrow will be considered a normal death. After all, the emperor is now over sixty. Ancient emperors lived to be over sixty years old and died. Can that be called premature death?

But it’s not like there are no emperors like Xiao Yan, Emperor Wu of Liang, who lived to be eighty years old and became more energetic as they lived!

Who knows what kind of guy he is? Which official in Chang'an doesn't worry about taking sides?

For the Anshi Rebellion, many officials in the Tang Dynasty were not psychologically prepared. They did not believe that during the "prosperity of the empire", some people would dare to rebel.

However, almost everyone in the officialdom of the Tang Dynasty had psychological expectations about the sudden death of the emperor, the seizure of the throne by the prince, and so on, and had also thought about many possible endings.

Ma Daifeng is just an ordinary person among them. At most, he knows some science and technology.

Ma Daifeng just gave Fang Chongyong a reminder: When issuing banknotes, do you want to issue a batch of real "counterfeit banknotes" for your own use?

Not to mention anything else, if you are exiled to Lingnan by the imperial court in the future, leave some friends for yourself so that you can take care of yourself on the road, right?

There are no rewards during the war. If you give me some friendship, is there a Qiu Ba who would be willing to escort you all the way out of the siege?

When someone plots to dismiss him from office, can he get a lighter sentence if he has some good relations?

This is not called corruption, this is called preparedness. Anyway, the opportunity is right in front of you. If you pass this village and there is no such store, who can take it?

"Being handsome in this section is not far-sighted, but being a groom is far-sighted."

Fang Chongyong patted Ma Daifeng's shoulder and said.

Whether or not to use Jiaozi is really not the same thing as holding silk in your hand.

If the extra money is held but not used, it will have no impact on the real economy. But using it and throwing it on the market will definitely push up inflation, which is no different from looting wealth.

But having said that, even if Fang Chongyong doesn't take it, Brother Ji will turn on the nuclear-powered money printing machine and print money desperately. The officials who take over Jiaozi Bank in the future will also be unable to help but get their hands on it.

So what Ma Daifeng said is not unreasonable.

Fang Chongyong now has a picture in his mind of Brother Ji handing out jiaozi to the central officials of Chang'an, rewarding the powerful with jiaozi, and giving jiaozi to the eunuchs and maids in the palace.

As long as the nuclear-powered money printing press is on, it will never stop.

"Jie Shuai is so praiseworthy."

Seeing that Fang Chongyong lowered his head and remained silent, Ma Daifeng crossed his hands and saluted. Many times, the lack of rejection means acquiescence, so there is no need to emphasize it too much.

In fact, he hoped that Fang Chongyong would get more. Fang Chongyong didn't take it, and he was too embarrassed to take it.

As a well-informed high-tech talent, although Ma Daifeng didn't know what "inflation" was, he could simply sense that Jiaozi would be nothing more than useless paper in the future.

He can't help but want to send more money to make money for himself. How can he expect others to think otherwise?

It is the bad nature of all people to have insatiable desires. People use ideals and morality to suppress their inner desires.

But greed can only be suppressed, but it can never be eliminated.

"Go and have a rest, the groom has had a hard journey."

Fang Chongyong said calmly and sent Ma Daifeng away.

After he left, he was the only one left in the entire document library.

The aroma of ink and the smell of moldy paper floated in the air, mixing together and making it difficult to distinguish.

"The paper that records civilization and the ink that promotes it have become a sickle for harvesting wealth under the influence of thoughtful people.

The sword is not innocent, only people are guilty. "

Fang Chongyong put his hand on the paper that was going to be used to print Jiaozi. During this time, he felt the changes in people's hearts and the looming bloody smell before the turmoil.

How many "horses are waiting to be sealed" in Chang'an City?

How many "horses are waiting to be sealed" in the Tang Dynasty?

Fang Chongyong fell into deep thought, secretly wondering how he should proceed in the future.

……

The Prince's East Palace is located to the east of the Taiji Hall. According to the Five Elements theory, it belongs to wood, so the furnishings are mainly blue.

But early that morning, shrill cries came from the Mingde Hall of the East Palace, which hinted at murderous intent.

Prince Li Chen sat on the main seat, expressionless and silent. Kneeling in front of him was a young woman with pear blossoms and rain, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing.

"Prince! I beg you for mercy, please save my father and brother!

All the mistakes are my fault. You can kill or cut them into pieces as you please. Don't take your anger out on my family!

Now they are all imprisoned in Dali Temple. They are accused of inciting the prince to rebel.

Please go to the saint to intercede! My father and brother have never been to the East Palace. How could they instigate the prince? "

In front of Li Han, Princess Du was kowtowing to him desperately and begging for mercy. She had forgotten that not long ago, in a bedroom of the East Palace, she was in a state of rapture and roaring under the young face.

At that moment, there was only a man and a woman indulging in lust, and no one cared whether this was the Prince's East Palace!

Only when the young man was captured and castrated by the Jinwu Guards and sent to the Luoyang Palace did Du realize that something was wrong.

Sure enough, within two days, her father and brother were accused of treason and immediately imprisoned in Dali Temple Prison.

The lightest one is exiled to Lingnan, the worst one is... afraid of annihilation!

It was also at that time that Mrs. Du realized how cruel and ruthless the prince Li Lu was in the East Palace, who didn't even bother to look at her!

"I am also helpless.

It was not my original intention to make you the royal concubine. "

Li Chan said with a calm face, he was like a patient who had lost his emotions. Du Shi couldn't see sadness on his face, nor could he see the joy of "revenge".

"Your Highness can do it, Your Highness can definitely do it! Since Your Highness is taking revenge on the Du family like this, he must have a way to clean up the situation!

Can you just be an adult and not remember the villain's life?

I'm looking for a friend, but my family wants to draw a clear line with the prince. Can you please forgive our family? I really know that I was wrong! As long as my father and brother can get away with it, His Highness can do whatever he wants with me! "

Crown Princess Du kowtowed as if pounding garlic, leaving bright red marks on her smooth forehead. She burst into tears, pitifully.

Even the lions on the grassland can't help crying when they see it.

"I have already said that this matter was arranged by the saint, and I had no idea about it in advance."

Li Chen said with a slight frown.

He immediately stood up, glanced at Du who was kneeling on the ground and could not get up, sighed and said:

"I don't mind at all if you ask for a face. Speaking of which, I still neglected you.

Maybe it would be more useful for you to go to the saint in person to intercede than to kneel here. "

After he said these words, he turned around and left. Unexpectedly, Du Shi hugged his thigh tightly!

"Li Chen, you are despicable and insidious! You made my father and brother have the nerve to make me the royal concubine. How can there be such a vicious person like you in the world!

If my father and brother die, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!

If you want to be a prince, have your spring and autumn dream! "

Young Du's pretty face was filled with deep resentment, and it had become twisted like an evil ghost, roaring fiercely.

Li Chen suddenly had an image of Wei Sanniang stuffing frozen cheese into his mouth. At that time, she ate the bingsu cheese and shrank from the cold, but she had a naughty smile on her face and her eyes narrowed into slits.

How wonderful it would be if time could stay at that moment forever!

Wei Sanniang died, and Li Chen felt that his heart had died too. Brother Ji's not killing him is the biggest punishment for him.

Looking at Mrs. Du in front of her, Li Long felt that she was a pitiful and pitiful person.

I can’t hate it at all.

“I don’t want to be a prince.

I don't even want to be born into an emperor's family.

And you don't understand this at all.

There is no use in talking more. "

Li Chan coldly shook off Du's entanglement and walked towards the flower garden in the East Palace.

He didn't mind the vicious look from Mrs. Du behind him at all.

　Chapter 2: I’m so exhausted. I really can’t go back without the tickets.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)