Chapter 664

Without wasting time, she went to visit Cheng directly.

Even though Cheng Cheng is ready, he is still frightened by Jiang Pengji's efficiency.

"Uncle Cheng, my nephew visited me this time. I have the courage to ask my uncle to do my nephew a favor."

Jiang Pengji went straight to the point, omitting the complex courtesies and greetings. She said hello and went straight to the subject.

Cheng Cheng has not seen Jiang Pengji for many years, but he has been paying attention to her and has a high impression of her.

If someone else asked, he would probably frown secretly. Jiang Pengji said so, but he asked patiently.

"The wise nephew said frankly that if he could help, he would not refuse."

Cheng Cheng sent his wife and children out early in the morning. Now there are only him and Jiang Pengji in the hall.

Jiang Pengji moves the black box on her side to front of Cheng, then pushes it to Cheng and signals the other party to open it.

Cheng wondered and still did.

In the live studio, the audience thought Jiang Pengji had prepared some killer Maces. One by one, they were excited to wait for Cheng Cheng to reach out and open the box.

When Cheng Cheng unlocked the lock with his thin hands with thick cocoons on his knuckles and opened the box, the audience in the live studio was disappointed.

What... I thought there was some treasure in the box. It turned out to be a knife of thick paper with a white color.

Cheng Cheng was also surprised. When he looked up at Jiang Pengji, he saw a peaceful smile on the young man's lips, which made him frown.

When he picked up the knife and paper, Cheng found the clue with his touch.

"This is not bamboo paper."

He spoke in a declarative tone.

In order to deceive Cheng's tens of thousands of books, Jiang Pengji privately supplied a large number of bamboo paper, which is good.

Cheng Cheng loves books like life. Most of his time has been wasted on copying books. He has been dealing with bamboo paper for several years. How can he not see the difference between the two? Even if they have little difference in color, the touch after starting is very different. You can know it at the touch.

Jiang Pengji said, "it's really not bamboo paper. Uncle Cheng can call it 'rice paper'."

Cheng repeated suspiciously, "rice paper? It's new from your paper mill?"

"It's not new. It's been made for many years, but it hasn't been released to the public."

No wonder... Cheng nodded as he listened. For a moment, he sharpened his ink and wrote a few words on the "rice paper".

Seeing his running calligraphy and vigorous handwriting, many viewers became his fans every minute.

Jiang Pengji smiled and asked Cheng Cheng, "what does uncle Cheng think of the quality of this' rice paper '

Cheng Cheng put the pen away, looked at the words on the "rice paper", stroked his beard with satisfaction and said with a smile, "it's tough and moist, smooth but not slippery, and the ink is very strong. It's really a good paper. The surface is dense and white, and the texture is clean and neat. It's really a top grade."

Just when he started writing, Cheng Cheng found that rice paper was very easy to open. He hesitated when he transported the pen, and the paper could form an ink ball.

The words he wrote were moist and plump. When he carried the pen, it was like clouds and flowing water, which made him love it.

Not only that, the paper thickness of rice paper is very uniform and free of impurities. He sipped it with his fingers. It seems that he can knead it very well.

Cheng Fuxu said, "my good nephew's papermaking workshop, but do you want to sell these 'rice paper'?"

Jiang Pengji smiled but said nothing. She motioned Cheng to open the folded rice paper. There was a mystery in it.

Cheng Cheng was surprised. With the incident just now, he was full of expectations for the next surprise.

The newly made rice paper is very large. There are 100 pieces of paper in one knife, which can be cut according to needs.

The black sink box used to place rice paper is not large. This knife of rice paper naturally needs to be folded into a long strip.

Cheng Cheng unfolded it and found that it was still wrapped with several pieces of paper full of ink.

The words on the paper are vigorous and powerful, with a sense of arrogance.

Cheng Cheng said, "my good nephew has improved again."

This handwriting is much better than before.

Cheng Cheng looked at the content on the paper and found that it was a "article" with no content and no order. It felt like putting all kinds of messy words together. He couldn't see the content at all. It was all garbled for the audience in the live broadcasting room!

He wondered, went to see Cheng again, and soon figured out the key.

Only when the seal is stamped can the handwriting be 100% consistent.

Jiang Pengji smiled, "the principle is the same, but that thing should not be a seal."

Even if Cheng Cheng knows a lot, he can't figure out what Jiang Pengji is up to now.

He smiled bitterly and begged for mercy. "Don't betray your good nephew. At least leave some thin noodles for the old man."

Jiang Pengji took out several wooden seals from the dark box, which were engraved with a few words in Yang, impressively the first few words of those pieces of paper.

She said, "Uncle Cheng has seen rice paper. Look at these wood prints. What do you think?"

Cheng Cheng took over the wooden seals and found that they were the same size and shape, and arranged together to perfectly meet the obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He is not a fool. Jiang Pengji reminded him that it was so obvious that he had a little more thoughts in his heart.

Yes... Why didn't he think of this way?

If you use this wood print to arrange the content you want and print it on it, isn't it an article?

Sure enough, she said, "A few years ago, my nephew was not sensible. He tricked my uncle into collecting tens of thousands of books with bamboo paper and made him copy them hard. I don't know how much energy and time it would take. Later, my father scolded and taught me a lesson. After deep reflection, my nephew suddenly thought of this method. If the carpenter carves a commonly used word as a wooden seal, he will use the wooden seal to print what book he wants to print The content of the book can be printed in a moment. Isn't it more convenient and faster than manual copying? "

Cheng Cheng felt his heart beating violently. He was so frightened that he couldn't hold anything in his hand. He fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Pengji seems gentle, but in fact she is somewhat aggressive, "Uncle Cheng collected tens of thousands of books in the hope that they would spread widely and let future generations appreciate the civilization and glory of their predecessors. Although the single book is precious, no one will know the contents of the single book once any disaster happens and is destroyed. My nephew remembers clearly, this is what uncle Cheng has always regretted. If there were one book in hand, even if there was an irresistible disaster It can always spread to future generations. Uncle Cheng, do you think this is reasonable? "