mtl008 Chapter 330 Movable Type Printing
Chapter 330 Movable Type Printing
After a long while, Cui Zhihao noticed the unfinished record. He walked over curiously and picked up the Xuan paper: "Is this a record of movable type printing?"
Shi Wanxia walked to his side and nodded slightly: "Yes, I've always wanted to record this process in detail, but I didn't expect you to ruin it..."
Her tone carried a hint of reproach, but her eyes were full of laughter.
Choi Ji-ho put down the Xuan paper and embraced her again: "From now on, whether it's recording movable type printing or doing anything else, I will always be by your side."
Shi Wanxia leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth and security, and silently hoped that in the future, they could walk hand in hand through every day and night, writing their own legend.
The warmth of Cui Zhihao's clothes still lingered on Shi Wanxia's fingertips. Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise and relief flashed in her clear eyes.
But in an instant, worry crept back onto his brow. "Although I've left the family, if I rashly rebel, others will inevitably gossip..."
Choi Jiho raised his hand and gently brushed away the strands of hair that had been ruffled by the evening breeze, his movements as tender as if he were handling a rare treasure.
"Guoguo, now that I have left the family, I am no longer bound by those outdated rules."
"For you, I am willing to be an enemy of the whole world."
His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable determination in the quiet courtyard.
Shi Wanxia's cheeks grew increasingly hot, as if dyed by the sunset. She lowered her eyes to avoid his burning gaze.
"But I... I don't want you to be pointed at and talked about because of me."
Her voice was barely audible, filled with worry and unease.
Choi Jiho gently cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes. As their eyes met, deep affection filled the air.
"In my heart, your safety and happiness are a thousand times more important than those rumors and gossip."
He paused, his gaze growing even more resolute. "From the first moment I saw you, I decided that I would spend the rest of my life protecting you."
As the night breeze blew, the crabapple petals in the courtyard fluttered down, like a dreamy rain of flowers.
Cui Zhihao gently pulled Shi Wanxia into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, greedily inhaling her fragrance.
Shi Wanxia's heart pounded like a drum, and her hands unconsciously gripped his sleeves tightly, feeling his strong heartbeat, as if the whole world had shrunk down to just the two of them.
After an unknown amount of time, Shi Wanxia suddenly remembered something and lifted her head from his embrace.
"By the way, Brother Cui, how do you plan to tell your family?" Her eyes were full of concern.
"After all, they are your parents. Even if you leave the family, the bond of blood can never be severed."
Choi Ji-ho gazed intently at the hazy moonlight in the distance.
“I will find a suitable time to be honest with them. I believe they will eventually understand my choice.”
He gently stroked Shi Wanxia's hair, "If they insist on opposing, I will not waver, because you are the only love of my life."
Shi Wanxia's eyes reddened with emotion. She tiptoed and left a gentle kiss on Cui Zhihao's cheek.
“Brother Cui, I am willing to walk with you! No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, I am willing to face them hand in hand with you.”
A few rays of morning light shone through the carved window lattice, casting dappled shadows on the rice paper.
Cui Zhihao, dressed in a moon-white long robe, sat upright at the carved desk, his slender fingers casually stroking the brush, but his gaze always followed Shi Wanxia, who was pacing to the side.
She wore a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), her black hair was casually tied up, and a few strands of hair shone softly in the morning light, just like the most touching scenery in spring.
"Brother Cui, are you ready?"
Shi Wanxia stopped in her tracks, her clear eyes looking at Cui Zhihao, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Now I'm going to start talking about movable type printing!"
Choi Ji-ho smiled gently, laid out the Xuan paper, and dipped his brush in ink.
“Alright, Miss Shi, I can’t wait any longer. Just tell me in detail.”
Shi Wanxia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
"The first step in movable type printing is to make the movable type. Clay is selected and carved into individual characters, each of which must be the same size and have clear strokes."
As she spoke, she gestured with her hands in the air as if she were carving words.
"After carving, it is placed in a kiln and fired to make it as hard as stone."
Cui Zhihao's pen moved swiftly across the rice paper, recording her words one by one. Occasionally, he would look up, his eyes filled with focus and appreciation.
“Miss Shi, I am truly impressed by your profound knowledge of movable type printing.”
Shi Wanxia's cheeks were slightly flushed, as if dyed by the sunset on the horizon.
"I stumbled upon this method in an ancient book and found it incredibly ingenious, as it could greatly improve printing efficiency."
She paused, then continued, "After the movable type is made, the second step is typesetting."
"According to the contents of the manuscript, the movable type was arranged in the iron frame and fixed with an adhesive made of rosin, wax and paper ash to make the page flat and firm."
Cui Zhihao frowned slightly, pausing his pen for a moment. "This typesetting process must be extremely complicated. If we are not careful, all our efforts will be wasted."
Shi Wanxia nodded vigorously, "That's true, but as long as we are careful and patient, we will definitely be able to complete it smoothly."
"After the layout is completed, the third step is printing. Apply ink evenly to the layout, then cover it with paper, and gently brush it with a bristle brush. The text will then be clearly printed on the paper."
Her eyes sparkled with a lively light, as if she could see the scene of movable type printing being widely used in the world.
After Cui Zhihao finished taking notes, he put down his pen, stood up, and walked to Shi Wanxia's side, his eyes full of doting affection.
“Miss Shi, you are not only exceptionally intelligent, but you also care about the world and want to use movable type printing to spread knowledge more widely.”
"Having you by my side is the greatest fortune of my life, Cui Huai'an."
Shi Wanxia's heart pounded like a drum, her cheeks burning. She lowered her head, avoiding his intense gaze.
“Brother Cui, I just did what I wanted to do.”
"If with your help, this movable type printing technology can benefit the world, that would be wonderful."
Choi Jiho gently lifted her chin, their eyes met, and deep affection filled the air.
“Miss Shi, whatever you want to do, I will fully support you. If we work together, we will surely be able to change the world’s landscape with movable type printing.”
Just then, a rapid knocking broke the silence inside the house.
Choi Ji-ho frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "Who's outside?"
A respectful voice came from outside the door, "Young Master, the Master has sent someone to tell you to return to the manor immediately, saying that there is something important to discuss."
Shi Wanxia's heart tightened, and she subconsciously grabbed Cui Zhihao's sleeve. "Brother Cui, you should go back quickly. Don't keep Uncle waiting."