Royal Road - Chapter 57

[Chapter 57]

“Engrave this line of words on the wooden board, like a mirror reflection, the font is prominent on the board, the font is good, and the font is not changed. Every word must be the same height.”

A group of stone carvers took the note handed over by the servants.

Lettering on wood?

Also, what is this going to do?

Two days ago, Liang Mansion recruited a group of carvers.

Unlike other Buddha carvings, the amount of work is often quite large, and the money and food that need to be spent are very large, so once there is a war, the carving is likely to be interrupted.

In these years of frequent wars, many of them have lost their vitality, and the rest are lingering under the control of the government.

Now that an opportunity suddenly arises, it is naturally unwilling to let it go.

However, after they came to Liang Mansion, they discovered that the work they got was a little different from before.

A man who had carved a stele asked cautiously, “It’s fine if the characters are concave inwards, but if they stand out, they should be carved upside down. How can we ensure that the heights are consistent?

” Think about it. The master ordered that if someone makes a qualified engraving plate first, he will be promoted to the head of the craftsman.” A Liang stood in front of the group of people with his hands behind his back and said loudly.

Among the craftsmen, the head of the craftsman is often the most rewarded and has the most power.

Not to mention that the Liang Mansion has become so famous recently that even the county magistrate has to show affection in every possible way.

If you can really be the head of the craftsman in Liang Mansion, it will be a blessing for several lifetimes!

Hearing that, these craftsmen did not dare to ask any more questions, and pondered with the notes and wooden boards in their hands.

After a while, sawdust flew all over the yard, making a thumping sound.

Wood is no better than stone, it is easier to get started, and it is difficult to control the strength. Some people accidentally scrap the board in their hands. The manager does not mean to blame, and immediately provides a new board without interfering, just watching silently.

After struggling like this for more than half an hour, a man finally stood up and handed a piece of engraving: “Is it possible to engrave like this?”

Aliang carefully looked at the board for a while, and said to him, “Follow me. Bar.”

Unexpectedly, the winner will be decided so quickly. Everyone’s eyes swept over. Although the man was a little nervous, he still patted the sawdust on the front of his shirt and followed.

After leaving the courtyard, he went around a corridor and arrived at the main courtyard.

After all, he was a craftsman from Fucheng, so naturally he had heard about the “Buddha”.

He didn’t even dare to lift his head, he followed closely behind the steward, and knelt down when he entered the door.

Only a very clear voice came from the main seat: “So soon? Let me see it.”

Taking the wooden board from Ah Liang, Liang Feng looked it over carefully. It’s really amazing, so thin handwriting can keep the lines unchanged. What is even more rare is that the fonts are consistent in height and strength, and the strength is quite accurate.

No nonsense, he picked up the brush on the side, smeared a layer of ink on the wooden board, attached it with paper, and brushed it lightly.

When I opened the paper again, I saw a line of clear text printed on the paper.

Liang Feng nodded slightly and asked, “What’s your name?”

“The little one’s name is Wei Fonu, and he is a Buddhist sculptor in the county government.” Wei Fonu quickly replied.

It seems that this is also an ancestral carver, and Liang Feng said again: “How did you carve this anti-book character?”

Wei Fonu replied honestly: “Put the paper upside down on the wooden board, and carve it according to the shape of the character. .”

This is the standard Yangwen carving method, to be able to come up with the correct method so quickly, one can use one’s brains.

Liang Feng said: “From now on, you will be the head of the Liangfu Bookstore. I will give you ten engravers, one ink worker, and five servants to assist you. Your task is to carve. Bookplates

, engraved Buddhist scriptures.”

Wei Fonu’s head immediately saw sweat: “But small, small, not literate, and not good at people…”

“It doesn’t matter, you have to be responsible for the quality of the engraving. I will let someone else do it for the school and book binding. The bookstore belongs to one of the four workshops in my house, and the people in the workshop are all yin households in the Liang House.”

The word Yinhu immediately cheered Wei Fonu up.

As long as you become a noble family, you don’t have to be pulled into service by the government, and you have to eat and live in the house. Maybe you will have the last farm, which is much better than being a craftsman.

He hurriedly said, “Young ones will do their best to engrave plates!”

“Good.” Liang Feng smiled, “craftsmen should also choose carefully. Those with good craftsmanship can carve characters, and those with poor craftsmanship can carve patterns and lines. , polishing, be sure to work together. There is a board here, you can take a look, carefully decorated, elegant and graceful.”

Liang Feng has seen some ancient books, and generally knows the format.

As for the decorative details, let the craftsmen enrich it.

Wei Fonu wanted to pick him up when he heard the words, but when he looked up to see the person sitting, he froze in place, stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly bowed his head.

His family has carved Buddha for generations and is familiar with all kinds of famous brushes.

The head of the Liang family is truly worthy of the name “Buddha”!

Full of gratitude, and a little more piety, Wei Fonu didn’t even dare to lift his head, took the drawing paper obediently, and backed out.

On the seat, Liang Feng also let out a sigh of relief.

Today, his qualifications are still low, and he cannot promote medical books from top to bottom, but books have their own more convenient methods of dissemination.

The bookstore is built for this.

In this era, there was no printing technique, and even in Wang Wen’s house or in Huai’en Temple, they could only copy scriptures by hand.

Books are precious items that very few people can own. If you come from a poor family, no matter how smart you are, it will be difficult to borrow enough books for study.

It is precisely because of this monopoly of knowledge that printing becomes irrelevant.

Those high-profile families have their own manpower and material resources, so why bother to spend time studying this?

But for Liang Feng, engraving is very important.

As long as you have this weapon, you can copy books in large numbers. Why don’t the medical books left by Jiang Taiyi not spread all over the world?

However, the cost of engraving printing is also surprisingly high.

Not to mention the engraving craftsmen, ink and paper are also expensive.

If it was given away in vain, his current net worth would never be able to support it.

But what if the medical book was used as a bonus?

For example, buying a copy of the “Diamond Sutra” comes with a copy of “New Treatise on Febrile Diseases”. Anyway, the theory of epidemic prevention originated from the Buddha’s dream, and it is not abrupt in terms of love and ritual.

And while those noble ladies and believers buy back the scriptures, medical books will naturally enter more high-level mansions.

Typhoid fever is not a family-affected disease, and scholar-officials already have a lot of knowledge of medical theory.

As long as one more person sees it, one more person knows how to prevent and treat typhoid fever.

If those who are proficient in medicine see it, it will promote the development of medicine.

The last wish of Imperial Physician Jiang could be realized.

More importantly, as long as there was printing, he had the means to spread knowledge.

These two books are just a test of the water. What if the history of the scriptures, the agricultural book, and other Buddhist scriptures were printed?

Selling knowledge is never a cheap business.

He needs more talents, how much fame, this thin book will become the cornerstone of his footsteps.

This is much more important than the title of “Buddha”.

Time is not waiting for me, only to find a new way!

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Five horses galloped across the official road, and pedestrians on the road avoided one after another.

This horse looks like a good horse, even if it is in the boundary of Bingzhou, there are not many people who can ride it, let alone a team of five.

No matter which powerful soldier of the noble family is, it is always better to hide.

“The team is right, is it time to stop for a while?” After riding for a long time, a knight couldn’t help but suggest.

“It’s not far from Wu Township, so be sure to arrive tonight.” Yi Yan replied coldly with a straight face.

With the words of the team, the others did not dare to refute, so they urged the horse to move forward, and finally felt the ground at night.

It is now the autumn harvest, but there are no crops at all along the way, and there are dry and cracked wasteland everywhere.

Several broken houses were standing by the roadside, the doors were wide open, and there was no one in the house for a long time.

These five cavalrymen were all Jiemen, and their faces became solemn, slowing down their horses and moving forward.

Yiyan’s village was in the east of the county, and before it was close to the entrance of the village, a few vague figures could be seen rushing out of the thatched hut and running towards the mountains in the distance.

Yi Yan frowned, grabbed his horse and chased after him.

The horse was running too fast, and it was impossible to hide. The few people knelt down in unison, and one of the thin men kowtowed and begged for mercy: “Bing Ye, forgive me! There are only old people and children left at home, or take me with you. Let’s go…”

“Laoda?” Yiyan jumped off the horse and walked up quickly.

Hearing the familiar local accent, the man raised his head dumbfoundedly. After watching it for a long time, he took hold of Yiyan’s arm: “Are you Yiyan? That kid from the Hunsang family?”

“It’s me.” Yiyan He helped him up and asked, “What’s going on? Why are you the only one left at home?”

Laoda smiled wryly: “Everyone else went out to escape, so I left my mother and me. These days, always There are officers and soldiers who come and say that they want to buy us to Youzhou, and we can survive as slaves…”

Yi Yan had tasted what it was like to be sold as goods.

The big shackles are on the shoulders, the two are in groups, and they are short of food and water along the way. Whether they can survive to the ground is one thing.

The thin man in front of him has only a handful of bones. Wouldn’t it be a dead end to be caught?

He spat: “This group of officials! Don’t be afraid, this time I am recruiting people in the village in the name of the lord. As long as you are hardworking and willing, you can come with me!

” He probed into the horses behind him again, and asked carefully, “Do you recognize the lord? Who is that person?”

“The Marquis of Shenmen Ting is Liang Langjun who had just rescued Jinyang recently.”

“Liang Lang Jun? Is that the ‘Buddha’?” How can Wuxiang be closer to Jinyang, hearing this, not only Luda, but even the eyes of those around him lit up.

“I heard that ‘Buddha’ saved the people of a city in Jinyang!”

“Some people even said that he could get rid of the pain if he reached out and touched it!”

“‘Buddha’ will accept Jie people as tenants?”

Hearing the villagers mention the name of the lord, Yi Yan couldn’t help showing a proud look in his eyes: “It’s that Liang Langjun. He treats people with compassion, not only taking in refugees, but also letting us Joined the trilogy. This horse was also given by the lord!”

There was more than one person standing behind him, and the knights also spoke up.

Yiyan turned around again and took out two dry bean cakes from the sack, and stuffed them into those people; “Eat some pads first, if you can go all the way south with me to Liang Mansion, there are still fields to farm!”

These words are without him .

The pancakes in their hands were convincing. Several people had been hungry for several days, but they couldn’t hold back and devoured it.

A few months ago, Yi Yan felt that such a situation was commonplace.

However, following the lord, no one in the entire Liang Mansion suffered from starvation.

That’s hundreds of lives!

The lord alone saved them all.

Yi Yan has never experienced the difference in Liang’s mansion like this for a moment.

He wants to bring back more troops to the lord, those who are honest and trustworthy, brave and loyal.

He wants the lord to have a more powerful part and save more lives!

He needs to get back to the lord as soon as possible!

Yiyan took a deep breath: “Laoda, take me to meet other people in the village. I want to tell everyone this news, if anyone is willing to go to Liangfu, they can go on the road tomorrow!”

Laoda almost choked, but the moonlight Below, the pair of eyes on the opposite side are so shining, like stars in the sky.

He was stunned for a moment, and regardless of the pancake in his hand, he pulled up Yiyan and ran to the village.

In just one day, the fast horses passed village after village, treading on the dry ground with dust.

House after house, the hungry Jieren carried their poor little bags and walked out of the house.

They have no way out, and naturally they are not qualified to be attached to this country.

They didn’t know where they were going, but the clan boy with gray-blue eyes and riding a steed told them that someone would be able to save them, along with their old and weak parents, their hungry and cold wives and children.

A good man called “Buddha”.

Jie people believe in Buddhism, and there is nothing that they look forward to more than the title of “Buddha”.

In this chaotic world, if there is no mercy like the Buddha, how can he be gracious and save these poor and humble people?

An old man who didn’t even speak Chinese very well, laboriously followed behind the team, chanting words.

“That is not the son of Buddha, but the incarnation of Medicine Buddha in this world. He sits high on the lotus throne, forms the Dharma Seal of the Three Realms, and makes a great vow to save all beings. If anyone believes in him, they will be able to escape from the sea of suffering and return to the realm of bright glass. Twelve generals, seven thousand Yakshas, sweep away all the evil spirits for him. My Buddha is merciful and cares for my people…” In the

murmur of prayers, 200 moustaches with high noses and deep eyes walked slowly towards the Liang residence.