nucmednet Chapter 225: Movable type printing was successfully developed.
Chapter 225: Movable type printing was successfully developed.
"Fusu, you're here just in time."
"I have something here that I need you to do."
"This matter is extremely urgent."
what?
Does the emperor have something for him to do?
Or is it an urgent matter? !
Fusu quickly said seriously, "Father, please give me your orders."
"I will do my best to get it done for you!"
Ying Zheng: "Okay."
"I have a technology that the Imperial Master just gave me, called movable type printing."
"yes........."
Ying Zheng briefly explained to Fusu the benefits and functions of movable type printing.
He also handed over the written recipe for printing.
He said earnestly, "I have always valued you."
"I'll leave this matter to you. Make sure you get it done as soon as possible and print out the teaching materials for the Women's Medical College."
This was the first time that Fusu was valued so highly by Ying Zheng, and he immediately spoke loudly.
"Please rest assured, Father! I will definitely fulfill your orders!"
Fusu took the prescription from Ying Zheng with both hands.
Ying Zheng: "Okay, go and have a good discussion with Dean Xia about the teaching materials."
"I and the Imperial Master still have some matters to discuss, so you may leave first."
Fusu: "Yes, father."
Xia Wuqie: "Yes, Your Majesty."
After saying that, the two of them retreated.
After leaving the hall, Fusu looked at Xia Wuqie and asked.
"Dean Xia, how is the research on teaching materials for the Women's Medical College going? Has it been finalized?"
Dean Xia said, "Not yet, it has not been decided yet."
"I am discussing this with the doctors these days, and I will inform you as soon as I have made a decision."
Fusu: "Okay, then I'll go make the model for movable type printing first."
"Once your teaching materials are finalized, I will have someone carve it."
After that, Fusu and Xia Wuqi chatted for a few more sentences before going their separate ways.
This side of the main hall.
After Fusu and Xia Wuqie left, Qi Pan asked puzzledly.
"Brother, what do you want from me?"
Why do we have to avoid Fusu and Xia Wuqie?
Ying Zheng: "I want to ask you about the little notebook I got from the system before."
"The one that can train how to capture the system."
"Oh...you mean the book?"
Qi Pan took out the small notebook from his bosom and said, "I just wanted to talk to you about this."
"Now that we have a way to deal with the system, we can't waste it."
"You have to try it according to the method and practice it well."
"If we encounter a time-traveling tasker or system again in the future, we will have a way to deal with it."
“Not too passive.”
Ying Zheng: "That's right, I thought so too."
Qi Pan put the booklet in his hand into Ying Zheng's hand.
Ying Zheng opened it and took a look, then handed it back to Qi Pan.
"Sir, please pick out the more important content above."
"I'll take a pen and paper and copy it down."
Ying Zheng felt that it was necessary for him to learn simplified Chinese characters well.
Lest you not even recognize all the characters.
Qipan: “Okay.”
Look at Ying Zheng holding paper and pen, ready to start writing at any time.
Qi Pan read out the important contents in the notebook one by one.
The emphasis is on methods of manipulating and controlling consciousness and using the consciousness capture system.
After reading, Qihan put the booklet away.
Ying Zheng stopped writing and blew away the ink on the paper.
After it dried, I picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Ying Zheng didn't quite understand this consciousness control.
Qi Pan couldn't explain this mysterious feeling clearly.
I can only try my best to explain it in my own language.
To sum up, Qi Pan said: "Imagine there is an egg in your head."
"You have to lock it with your consciousness, and then keep squeezing it, making it smaller and smaller."
"Until it is squeezed into the size of a soybean, and then it bursts with force."
Ying Zheng nodded thoughtfully.
Imagine there is an egg in your head.
Then concentrate and lock it in.
extrusion.
Keep squeezing.
Squeeze it smaller and smaller, then burst it.
Ying Zheng thought about what Qi Pan said while looking at the methods on the paper.
Run the experiment in your mind.
The first time, I couldn't concentrate fully.
The second time, the simulation was successful and the egg was crushed.
On the third time, the picture became clearer and clearer, from locking, squeezing to bursting.
Fourth time......
The fifth time...
When he recited it for the sixth time, the image in Ying Zheng's mind was as if he were pinching an egg with his own hands, tightening his five fingers, and instantly bursting it.
His consciousness is terrifyingly strong!
Qi Pan also realized Ying Zheng's situation in an instant.
Her eyes widened!
"Brother, you mastered it so quickly?"
Ying Zheng: "I'm not sure... I just feel it's a little strange."
“It’s like there’s a hand in my mind that makes whatever I want to do, I can do it easily.”
Not to mention pinching one egg, even pinching ten eggs.
He also felt relaxed.
He didn't even need to squeeze the egg; it would break with a light poke of his finger.
Ying Zheng tried to think about it again and turned the egg into the appearance of the maggot in System 555.
The moment it appeared, before it could struggle, Ying Zheng instantly transformed his hand into a bronze sword.
Split the maggot into three pieces.
Dark green juice burst out.
Ying Zheng then transformed the bronze sword into a handkerchief, wiped the juice off it, and then burned it.
The juice-stained handkerchief and the maggot that was split into three pieces turned into ashes.
A gust of wind swept by.
Not even ashes were left.
Ying Zheng felt that if he encountered a system like System 555 again next time.
Without the help of the Imperial Master, he could grab it and crush it in an instant.
An hour later.
Qi Pan and Ying Zheng were both somewhat exhausted.
Qi Pan: "No, no, I won't practice it for now."
"My head hurts so much it's going to explode."
Ying Zheng also felt a burst of pain in his head.
He touched his forehead and rubbed it gently.
"Then take it slow for now and don't practice anymore."
"It seems that this method is quite mentally exhausting."
"Just take time to practice for half an hour every day. If you practice too much, I'm afraid your brain won't be able to handle it."
After feeling that his head was relieved a little, Ying Zheng stood up and walked behind Qi Pan.
The fingertips of both hands pressed on Qipan’s forehead.
"Master, let me rub it for you."
"Just rub it and it will be fine."
Ying Zheng's fingertips were slightly warm, and he gently pressed and rubbed Qi Pan's temples.
Qi Pan’s head, which was about to explode, slowly felt relieved.
He also put down his hands that were holding his head.
His frown slowly relaxed.
After closing her eyes for a while, Qipan pulled Ying Zheng's hand away.
"It's ok, I'm much better now, thank you brother."
"By the way, brother, how come you know this skill?"
"It feels good to massage my head. My head doesn't hurt much anymore."
Ying Zheng sat down next to Qi Pan, poured a cup of hot tea for himself and Qi Pan, and said with a smile.