Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

A few days after Zhang’s mother left, the shopkeeper Ji brought Li Jinbao and a engraving craftsman Zhang Da to the front yard to see Cui Xie, saying that they had dyed dark red, pink, light green, light green, and apricot yellow. I also printed the borders, please Cui Xie to enjoy it.

The paper size is similar to A4 paper, slightly slender. Half of the paper is pure color paper, and the other half of the paper is printed with vermilion flowers and grass borders on all four sides. The pattern is detailed, which shows that the carving is good. There are six rows of grids in the box, and there are natural traces of water bleeding at the corners of the paper, which is more elegant. The number of their Zhirong study is printed on the lower left corner.

If you compare this paper with the notebooks and letter paper used by modern students, it can be said to be crude. But I really held it in his hand, touching the smooth and comfortable hand, looking at the simple and gentle color matching and straight and even border lines, Cui Xie felt that this paper was very delicate and elegant.

——At least there are grids on the paper, which are much stronger than ordinary bamboo paper and cotton paper that he used to practice calligraphy for many days.

And all its unsatisfactory parts, aren't they just waiting to be corrected by this traverser?

He tried to write a few words on the paper, and it was draughty and not dizzy. The writing was smooth and smooth. Not only was it easier to use than normal paper, the words he wrote were more round and beautiful. If you are used to this kind of paper in the first place, I am afraid that it will not be easy to write on later paper, right?

Anyway, he couldn't help but write a few more lines, silently the whole paragraph "Zixia Asks Filial Piety".

The two craftsmen looked at him nervously, and the treasurer was even more heartbeat. Until he lifted the pen, he held his breath and asked in a low voice: "Does the master feel that this paper is still eye-catching?"

Li Jinbao rubbed his hands and smiled: "This is a rush job, not the most exquisite, but it can be improved. If you want to look good, you can add some mica powder to the paper to have a shiny luster."

Zhang Da was more silent, stirring his hands in his sleeves, but lowered his head, afraid to speak.

Cui Xie shook his head, and drew a few chestnuts in full or half-shelled on the corner of the note. He also drew a lot of chestnuts that he had eaten only in the past two days, and now he can draw them without any real objects. Li Jinbao looked at him and saw that although he was painting small things, he seemed to be trying to draw out a paper, he couldn't help but admired: "So the son can paint such a good painting."

Cui Xie smiled faintly: "I have learned it before, and I can draw a few strokes. I want to know, if you can print such a pattern with different shades of color?"

Ji's shopkeeper half-opened his mouth, not daring to say no, and he couldn't really say the word "OK", he was vaguely perfunctory.

Li Jinbao was a little anxious. He glanced at him like an incomprehensible child, and said with a strong smile: "How can this be printed? The plate is carved. The ink on the plate is uniform, and it can only be printed in the same shade. , How can you print the shades."

Cui Xie also smiled and asked him, "Why can't it be engraved and published, some places are painted darker, some places are painted lighter, and then printed out?"

Li Jinbao used to say: "How easy is it, son, you think it's too simple, we are in the old business..."

Suddenly Zhang Da pulled him, leaning towards the cloud, and swiping his fingertips on a chestnut with simple lines and shadows, and whispered: "It might not be easy for the son to print like this once, but it can First use light ink to print out the deep areas, and then use the pen to draw the lines against the map."

It's finally here.

Cui Xie let out a "hmm", pretending to say casually: "How long does it take to describe it like this? It's too much trouble."

All three nodded, thinking that he was about to withdraw this unreasonable request. He smiled, with a layman's uniqueness, as if he had just thought of it, and said casually, instead of saying with a premeditated air: "Then engrave a threaded version and reprint it again, or just use different shades and colors. , I can divide a plate into several pieces for coloring, and then it’s okay to put together one piece after the coloring is finished? I don’t think it is difficult."

The big lips opened and closed, and he whispered: "Well, that engraving is easy. I can engrave one or two editions, but it is not easy to align. What should I do if I print..."

There is no such technology in their workshop, and Cui Xie doesn't know how to do it in the field. The chemistry book is not so detailed. But the idea of ​​color registration is smoothly given, can it still be stuck in this step?

He patted Zhang Da's shoulder and encouraged: "I know I'm a layman, and the things I can come up with are fantastic, but the treasurer of Ji brought you here today, it must be because you are the first engraving master in our store. You give me a try first. One, you don’t have to carve chestnuts, just what you’re good at, and you don’t have to change to a few bright colors, so you don’t have to separate them. Let’s take your time and try."

Zhang Da lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and looked at him, boldly said: "The son can look up to me, I will definitely make it easy. But these days I want to carve new things, so I can't engrave the shop, Wang son ..."

"Naturally, I will pay you according to your carving, good or bad. If you do it well, there will be a bonus — if other craftsmen do it first, I will give him the bonus. Not only the carving craftsman, but also There are printing and color mixing...I have allocated fifty taels of silver here. Whoever comes up with a way to print the color pictures first, I will give a bonus."

The pupils of the three of them expanded at the same time and swallowed, wishing to stick their faces into his pockets. The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "The villain has to be forgiven by the young master for his serious sins. If you dare to deceive and do not do this job well, God will not tolerate me! You can rest assured, the young master, I will definitely urge those craftsmen to print what you want as soon as possible. What you want!"

Choi Xie glanced around on their faces and smiled and said, "I hope so, I am waiting for your good news."

These techniques were originally developed by the literati and craftsmen of this dynasty during the Tianqi and Chongzhen reigns, and there are no advanced techniques. Although they did not appear before, as long as the window paper is broken, they are not afraid that these workers will not be able to do it.

As long as he overcomes the technical problems, he can have a hard drive from various countries...The film, the beautiful women and the beautiful scenery in it can be painted, I am not afraid that the book will not be matched with the appropriate picture in the future.

This technology is left to the workers to overcome, and he has forgotten a worry, and he can study with his husband at ease for the time being.

When he had truly memorized the four chapters and sentences, he could see the metric and rhyme at a glance when he read the poems, and he had memorized a book of poems, so he asked Cui Yuan and his son to pack up the six rituals for real apprenticeship and follow him to Lin Lin Mr.'s home apprentice.

He came to the door with a gift, but Mr. Lin didn't see how happy he was. On the contrary, he was a little nervous and lost his words: "You came to study so early?"

It's not early, it's all past August 15th, and it's going to be the birthday of Confucius. If you don't go to school, will you wait until Leap August?

He opened a pair of clear eyes and looked at the husband. He felt uncomfortable in his heart. He coughed twice, accepted the gift from the holding inkstone, and said cheerfully, "Well, I know you are eager to learn. , I will accept you for admission today."

After saying that, he guided him to worship the sage Kong in the hall, and gave him a great apprenticeship. After a few words of encouragement, he was allowed to enter the class and sit in a good position by the window.

Cui Xie has an adult's disposition, he is not impatient or impatient, and he is not tired of studying. He listens carefully to the endorsement in class, and will hand in as much homework as he leaves in time. The handwriting is neat and tidy, and no one can find such a good person in all schools. student. But whenever Mr. Lin saw this new disciple, he always thought about him asking him to compile a book, and he couldn't help but feel a little impetuous.

He was first asked by Cui Xie as a disciple, and the shopkeeper of Zhirong Study came one day to invite him to the restaurant for dinner, and he directly offered two horses of good satin and twenty-two snow-white silk-wrapped silver ingots. If this matter can't be done beautifully, his old face will not be easy to see students.

Thinking about things so day and night, he was absent-minded even in teaching, letting the students go to study by himself, and in his mind all the scholars who were good at writing small talkbooks in Qian'an County and even Yongping Prefecture, and felt that their level was insufficient.

The style of writing in Beizhili is not as good as that of Jiangnan.

Mr. Lin sighed, returning to his bedroom at night, lighting up the light and looking at the newly sold "Li Changlu Grottoes Encountering Immortals" from Jiangnan, sighing that Jiangnan talented man who had passed the river like crucian carp, suddenly remembered-who said that the north If there are no talents from Jiangnan, can there be talents living in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, two Beijing and 13 provinces in Beijing?

There will always be some of these people who are willing to write a few novels for the bookstore, and by the way also give themselves a name?

He lifted up his spirits and immediately picked up a pen to write to an old friend he had known when he went to Shuntian Mansion for an examination, and sent a dozen silver coins and a few good ink pens. The letter also attached two baskets of local specialty Jintang pears, two good papers, and pleaded with each other for the friendship between the two of them that they had failed in the exam for many years, so that he could find a real talent for himself. The content is romantic but not indecent, and it can withstand the good manuscripts of the scholars.

That friend was really reliable, and sent him a set of handwritten manuscripts in just over a month.

It's not a costly novel, but a collection of four short essays-it's a story about a fallen scholar who meets a goddess/fairy/girly/ghost and gets a daughter to marry a beautiful woman. The authors are different. , The taste is consistent. If you read it carefully, you can see that the writing is not about luxuriant richness, but it can also be pleasing to the eyes and heart; the poems are not delicate and beautiful, but they can be chewed and playful.

He read it carefully and helped to correct a few texts that were not clear enough, and felt that there was nothing to add or subtract, and that long-hanging heart finally fell.

It was getting late at this time, and Choi Xie went home early. He didn't want to leave this hot potato for another moment, but Cui Xie was his student. He didn't have the reason for the teacher to come to see the students, so he wrapped the manuscript in oil paper and asked the youngest son to send it to Cui's house. He insisted on not stealing on the road. Look.

Fortunately, his son was only in his early ten years old, and he was forced by his father to study since he was young. He was not interested in things with words, and he didn't read these bad books. He just threw the package into Cui Xie's hand and said vaguely "My father's homework for brother."

Pingyan picked up a few pieces of lotus root powder osmanthus cake for him, and he happily ate and ran away.

Cui Xie looked at the thickness of the bag, and his heart moved, and he understood why Mr. Lin gave away his "homework" after he left school.

He was eating at the moment, fearing that the manuscript would be dirty, so he washed his hands several times with fragrant round soap and pancreas, dried them carefully with a new cloth towel, then opened the paper bag and read this masterpiece.

Holding the inkstone next to watch, he also watched intently. Cui Yuan looked at the two of them with a selfless look from a distance, breathing carefully, until they finished reading, he couldn't help but ask: "How is this book?"

He didn't like to read books before asking this, but wanted to know if the book could be sold. After all, the family’s savings are limited, and there are so many shopkeepers and buddies who can make money one day earlier in order to support the son's study and career.

Choi Xie couldn't answer.

The five hundred years of historical difference made him unable to appreciate these articles from the conception to the content. He just wanted to complain about this kind of hanging silk man and the domineering female protagonist. Not only was he married, he was also married to a wife. unreasonable.

He had no choice but to watch the reaction of holding the inkstone—the child was reading fascinated, as if he had read some peerless beautiful essays, and repeatedly chanted the love poems written by the male lead, then this is probably a good essay.

Although he looked at these essays is far less than the four masterpieces, three words and two beats, and even not on the Internet, he feels refreshed, but there are only a few novels in the Ming and Qing dynasties that have spread to modern times and have a large number of readers. , Nor can we demand this kind of purely commercial fast food literature at the level of a masterpiece.

He figured this out, so he patted the top of Pengyan's head and said, "I will leave this manuscript to you. Take it back and copy it twice. I will go to the craftsman to study how to print the book."