Although the yard in front of me said "Idle people are not allowed to enter", Zhu Yuanzhang was the emperor and Zhu Qi's father. This royal entertainment center was opened by Zhu Qi, but he never regarded himself as a mess.

But it is obviously not appropriate to break in like this. There are guards at the door. Zhu Yuanzhang visited in private and did not want to reveal his identity just like that.

Prince Zhu Biao said:

"Father, please wait here. I will go to find the shopkeeper of this store. He should be able to bring us in."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, and Zhu Biao quickly bowed and retreated.

Zhu Yuanzhang shook at the door of the yard. The guards were also very conscientious. As long as Zhu Yuanzhang didn't go in, they would not care about him.

But as I walked around, I heard the sound of pinging and beating inside, and then the sound of someone talking:

"Hiss, you're not sharp enough, you haven't opened the groove here."

The inner officials and guards next to him were stunned. They were sharp? They made a groove? What are they creating?

Then I heard someone talking:

"This is not good either. You see, this string is connected in the wrong place, and there is also this leader. If not, it will be possible, rework."

"Everyone speed up, we need to ensure quality and quantity. His Highness, the King of Liao, has given us ten taels of silver a month, so I can't be sorry for these wages."

The inner officials and the guards were frightened. String? Handle? Are you making a crossbow?!

There is still ten taels of silver in a month. This is wages? Is this called buying life? Is it just like killing enemies in battle!

His Highness, is it that he is going to rebel? No one dared to say anything. At this time, the crown prince Zhu Biao happened to be back and brought a fat shopkeeper He.

Manager He knew the prince. Looking at the attitude of the prince next to him towards Zhu Yuanzhang, how could he guess Zhu Yuanzhang's identity? He was about to kneel down and salute on the spot, but Zhu Yuanzhang raised his hand and grabbed him and whispered:

"No need to be polite. Just treat us as ordinary people. Take me in and have a look."

Manager He was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe, so he hurriedly took Zhu Yuanzhang and others into the yard. When the guards saw that Manager He brought people, they did not stop him.

The group entered the yard, but they saw not the scene of fire soaring into the sky and creating weapons. Instead, the craftsmen were using various tools to create all kinds of messy things.

There were carpenters setting up racks, and there were blacksmiths holding small hammers carefully pounding small objects, and they were all busy and enthusiastic.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked around with his hands behind his back, but he couldn't see what these craftsmen were doing. He looked at Zhu Biao and asked:

"What are they doing?"

Zhu Biao didn't know either, but Manager He hurriedly said:

"I heard from His Highness the King of Liao that he is working on a hand-crank printing machine."

“Hand-crank printing press?”

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, and Manager He hurriedly talked about the efficacy and effectiveness of this hand-crank printing machine.

Although he was not a craftsman, he was responsible for his food and daily life. He came here a lot. He learned a lot from his experience and said something.

But when Zhu Yuanzhang heard what Manager He said that the efficiency of the hand-crank printing machine is dozens or even hundreds of times that of movable type printing, he felt that Manager He was bragging. There is no such magical thing in this world. You can print words on the paper by shaking it? The movable type printing technique also requires typesetting and printing ink over and over again to print books.

So Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and asked Manager He to call a craftsman, who wanted to ask the craftsman himself.

Manager He hurriedly called Chen Chuwu, the leader of these craftsmen.

Chen Chuwu is an honest craftsman and is polite to everyone, but when he smiled, he heard that he was asking about the hand-crank printing machine. He hesitated and said:

"Shopkeeper He, this is something that Your Highness asked us to make. If you tell outsiders that they have learned it, what will happen if Your Highness loses business?"

Manager He was sweat beads as big as beans on his forehead. This was the emperor and the prince. One was the father of His Highness the King of Liao and the other was the eldest brother!

But Manager He couldn't say that, after all, he was in a private visit, so he could only cough twice and say:

"Foreman Chen, these two are investors of His Highness the King of Liao. They can tell me when they ask."

"Invest, investor? What does it mean?" Chen Chuwu was stunned for a moment, and Manager He hurriedly explained.

Chen Chuwu suddenly realized it, and then shook his head and refused:

"That's not OK. Everything has to be done when His Highness Liao comes back."

Chen Chuwu was loyal and anxious for Manager He. Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said:

"You guy is a honest man. You took the boss's salary and didn't do anything to lose money. It's good, good."

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang praise him, Manager He's face looked a little better, so he heard Zhu Yuanzhang continue:

"We are not here to ask how this hand-crank printing machine is made. We just want to see if this hand-crank printing machine is really so powerful. You can demonstrate it to us."

After hearing this, Chen Chuwu hesitated for a moment, thinking that as long as the drawings are not leaked, it is actually nothing to demonstrate. Anyway, as long as others cannot see the drawings, even imitation is a difficult task, so he asked someone to take out the done hand-crank printing press.

So Zhu Yuanzhang saw a half-man-high wooden shelf being lifted up, with all kinds of strange parts on it, one of the ink storage cartridges was filled with ink. Chen Chuwu stuffed the paper into the paper entrance, then took out the template used for experiments before, put it in the machine, and then shaking it with his hand.

In an instant, a piece of paper with handwriting was printed out from another outlet. Someone picked up the paper and put it aside to dry the ink marks. Chen Chuwu kept shaking his hands.

I saw papers full of words coming out one by one. Even with Zhu Yuanzhang's determination, I was stunned at this time.

Is there really such magical printing technology in this world? And this...is it made by my son, Zhu Qi, the King of Liao?

Chen Chuwu printed about ten pieces on his face, then stopped and said proudly:

"If such a machine has full ink cartridges, a person can print hundreds of papers in a short time, and then find someone to bind them. Usually, printing can print a book, and we can print dozens of books here!"

Zhu Yuanzhang believed this time, this is really not bragging!

What does the improvement of printing technology mean naturally need not be mentioned. The country's printing power every year is just that, and the printing industry must be controlled by the state. After all, this is a major event that concerns the public opinion and the people's hearts.

If many books want to be published, they have to wait in line. Ordinary students spend a lot of money on buying books. If the printing speed can be improved so quickly, the price of books will be greatly reduced.

For scholars, this is a great thing. If anyone can accomplish this, then in the hearts of scholars all over the world, Cai Lun, who has improved the paper!

When Zhu Yuanzhang thought that his third brother would become a great benefactor in the minds of scholars all over the world, he was overjoyed and hurriedly said to his left and right:

"Hurry, summon Song Lian!"
Chapter completed!