I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 61 Type
"Shopkeeper, let me Daqin become a land of literary sages. This statement is a bit exaggerated, isn't it an exaggeration?"

Just when Qin Yong was amazed at all the disciples and servants, suddenly, a voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

"Who are you, how can you be so nonsense?"

Those few new craftsmen didn't know the talking Ying Zheng. Seeing that the people who came here didn't seem to believe their young master, in order to express themselves, some people immediately began to question him.

"It's a guest named Zhao!"

However, Qin Da, Lao Gan and the others recognized Zhao Lang, and their expressions changed immediately, and they hurriedly dispersed.

They all knew that this Zhao Lang was a regular customer of the restaurant, a high-ranking guest, and Qin Yong valued him the most.

Generally, every time he came, Qin Yong would greet him personally, and he could only give way immediately.

As everyone moved away, Qin Yong also saw Zhao Lang, his eyes lit up, as if he had just made some good treasure and needed someone to share it with, but the person came right away.

"Oh, Zhao Lang, come here, come here!"

Qin Yong was overjoyed, and quickly raised his hand to beckon.

Good guy, that's not polite at all, as if greeting a servant.

On the side, Li Si's face darkened, and he thought to himself: "In this world, I'm afraid this is the only one who dares to shout at King Qin like this!"

Ying Zheng was also taken aback, was he calling him?

Let yourself go?
After reacting, I realized that I am now Zhao Lang, not Ying Zheng, and not even the king of Daqin.

Immediately, Ying Zheng shook his head and smiled, and walked up with a smile.He wanted to see what Qin Yong had come up with, and dared to make Daqin a land of literary saints.

After Ying Zheng died, A Yao had already gotten used to the relationship between Ying Zheng and Qin Yong. Facing this scene, she didn't feel any disobedience.

Seeing Ying Zheng approaching, she also hurriedly followed.

The two came to the counter and looked down. There was a frame in front of Qin Yong, and there were pieces like seals inside.

"This is?"

Qin Yong's eyes were attracted to him in an instant. He was sure that the thing that could make Qin Yong speak wildly must be this thing.

After all, at this moment, this thing is the most conspicuous.

"Hey, Zhao Lang, this thing is a gadget I just made. It's called movable type. Do you know what it's useful for?"

Qin Yong chuckled, it was hard to come up with something, and it was hard to show it off in front of knowledgeable people. He would not let go of this opportunity.

Sure enough, Ying Zheng frowned slightly when he heard the words, with a puzzled expression on his face, he said, "I've never seen this thing before, so I don't know what it's useful for!"

On the side, A Yao was also staring at the movable type curiously, with a puzzled look on her face.

In plain clothes, Qin Da and the others at the side all showed arrogance, and said in their hearts: "Mr.

Especially Wu Ya, who looked at Qin Yong with splendor.She has always been fond of the things that the young master makes, as if no matter what it is, it greatly facilitates others.

Not to mention too much, let's just talk about the toilet paper. After the young master got it out, there is basically no one in the restaurant who doesn't like it. It's just too convenient.

And that rice paper is simply the strength that scholars dream of. It is light and easy to carry. Carrying some with you is weightless, but it is more useful than carrying a box of bamboo slips with you.

Now, another moveable type printing has been made, which makes people don't even need to copy.

In the future, any articles that are needed can be printed in large quantities as long as the original manuscripts come out, which is unimaginably convenient.

"Haven't you seen it?"

Qin Yong had been successful in making paper before, and no one could show it off, and he was really depressed.

Now, the printing technique has just come out, and Ying Zheng is here. He feels that if he hadn't dragged this Zhao Lang to talk about his invention today, he would be a little sorry for his hard work and hard work.

"It's true that I haven't seen it before. Could it be that this is the treasure you just said, which is enough to turn me into a holy land of composition?"

Ying Zheng also saw Qin Yong's eagerness to share with others.

He often has this feeling, but there are many people around him, and sometimes he doesn't know who to share it with, and in the end, he can only keep silent in his heart.

Now, seeing that Qin Yong is so willing to regard himself as a sharing object, he can't help feeling warm in his heart.

Sometimes it's hard to find someone to share with, but sometimes it's even harder to be someone with whom others can share their joy.

When others can share with you, it means that they have enough trust in you and regard you as their own.

"Smart, Zhao Lang deserves to be Zhao Lang, he hit the nail on the head!"

"That's right, I call this movable type. It can be changed arbitrarily. In front of it, there are only articles that you can't think of, and there is no article that it can't print!"

"In the past, it took a few days to transcribe a large book. However, there are treasures, and it is more than enough to transcribe a hundred copies or a thousand copies in one day!"

Qin Yong opened a box and suddenly discovered that he liked seeing Zhao Lang's ignorant and ignorant appearance so much.

While speaking, Qin Yong waved his big hand and said, "Come here, someone, go and get those two stacks of rice paper!"

Wu Ya on the side heard the words, and quickly responded, turned her light body around, and trotted away immediately, and soon came forward with a stack of thick rice paper, and placed it on the table.

At this time, the ink on the movable type was still wet, Qin Yong picked up five pieces of rice paper and spread them out on the counter, and said with a smile, "Zhao Lang, look after it!"

After finishing the words, Qin Yong raised the movable type frame and pressed down on the first piece of paper.

Then he picked it up and pressed it on the second piece of paper.

Then the third, the fourth, the fifth!

In just a few breaths, Qin Yong took the movable type and continuously printed it on each piece of wide rice paper, leaving each piece of articles with hundreds of words.

Ying Zheng witnessed this scene with his own eyes, his eyes were as big as copper bells in an instant, and he couldn't help but gasped.

"So fast!"

Ying Zheng was surprised.

He took a closer look, and found that the rice paper was huge, but the font wasn't that big, only the size of a thumbprint.This entire sheet of rice paper, even if it is formatted, is enough to hold four to five hundred characters.

However, Qin Yong transcribed the same [-]-[-]-word article five times in just a few breaths.

Five five two thousand five, these five articles are at least [-] words.

For ordinary people to transcribe, it would take at least a quarter of an hour, or even half an hour. This is done in just a few breaths, which is so unexpected that people dare not even think about it.

In an instant, not only Ying Zheng, but also A Yao was stunned, looking at Qin Yong in disbelief, his eyes full of surprise.

He can see it, there is really nothing this guy can't do.

Before again, things that no one dared to think about, nor could they think of, he produced here without a sound.

As far as this transcription speed is concerned, if it can be used on those famous books in the world, wouldn't it be possible to transcribe thousands of books in a short period of time?

(End of this chapter)