Without wasting any time, she went straight to visit Cheng Cheng.
Even though Cheng Cheng was prepared, he was still shocked by Jiang Pengji's efficiency.
"Uncle Cheng, your nephew has come to pay a visit this time. I would like to shamelessly ask for a favor from you."
Jiang Pengji went straight to the point, skipping the complicated greetings and small talk. She went straight to the point after a greeting.
Cheng Cheng hadn't seen Jiang Pengji for many years, but he had been paying attention to her news. He had a good impression of her.
If someone else asked, he would probably frown, but since Jiang Pengji said so, he asked patiently.
"Just say it. If I can help, I won't refuse."
Cheng Cheng had sent his wife and children away early in the morning. Only he and Jiang Pengji were in the hall.
Jiang Pengji moved the heavy black box in front of her and pushed it in front of Cheng Cheng, indicating for him to open it.
Cheng Cheng was puzzled, but he did as he was told.
The audience in the streaming room thought Jiang Pengji had prepared a trump card. They waited excitedly for Cheng Cheng to open the box.
When Cheng Cheng unlocked the box with his thin, calloused hands and opened it, the audience in the streaming room was disappointed.
What … They thought there was a treasure in the box, but it turned out to be a thick piece of paper that was white in color.
Cheng Cheng was also puzzled. He looked up at Jiang Pengji and saw a peaceful smile on the youth's lips. He couldn't help but frown.
When he picked up the knife paper, Cheng Cheng found some clues from the feeling in his hand.
"This isn't bamboo paper."
He spoke in a declarative tone.
In order to steal Cheng Cheng's tens of thousands of books, Jiang Pengji had secretly provided him with a large amount of bamboo paper. The paper was of high quality.
Cheng Cheng loved books. He had spent most of his time copying books. He had dealt with bamboo paper for many years. How could he not see the difference between the two? Even though the color was not much different, it felt very different in his hands. He could tell with one touch that they were different.
Jiang Pengji said, "It's indeed not bamboo paper. Uncle Cheng, you can call this paper 'rice paper.'"
Cheng Cheng repeated doubtfully, "Rice paper? Is it a new paper made by your family? "
"It can't be considered a new paper. It's been made for many years, but it hasn't been announced to the public."
"No wonder …" Cheng Cheng nodded as he listened. Suddenly itching to show his skill, he ground the ink and wrote a few words on the "Xuan paper".
Seeing that his semi-cursive was as smooth as flowing water, his handwriting vigorous and powerful, many of the audience members instantly became his fans.
Jiang Pengji smiled and asked Cheng Cheng, "Uncle Cheng, what do you think of the quality of this' rice paper '?"
Cheng Cheng put down the brush and looked at the words on the 'Xuan paper'. He stroked his beard in satisfaction and said with a smile, "It's tough but moist, shiny but not slippery, and the ink is extremely moisturizing. It's indeed a good paper. The surface is dense and pure white, and the veins are clean and tidy. It is truly a top-notch product. "
When he moved his brush just now, Cheng Cheng found that the Xuan paper was very easy to melt. If he hesitated a little, the paper would turn into a ball.
The words he wrote were full and moist, and the strokes of the brush were as smooth as flowing water, making him unable to put them down.
Not only that, the Xuan paper was of a uniform thickness without any impurities. He used his fingers to pinch it, and it seemed that it could be folded quite well.
Cheng Cheng stroked his beard and said, "Is Nephew's paper mill going to sell this Xuan paper?"
Jiang Pengji smiled without saying a word. She gestured for Cheng Cheng to open the folded Xuan paper. There was still a mystery in it.
Cheng Cheng was surprised. With the incident just now, he was full of anticipation for the surprise that would follow.
The freshly made Xuan paper was extremely large. There were a hundred pieces of paper in one cut, and it could be cut according to the needs.
The black box that had previously been used to store the Xuan paper was not big, so the Xuan paper naturally had to be folded into a long strip.
Cheng Cheng unfolded it and found that there were actually a few pieces of paper covered in ink inside.
The words on the paper were bold and vigorous, and they faintly revealed an arrogant and domineering aura.
Cheng Cheng said, "Nephew, you've improved again."
His handwriting was much better than before.
Cheng Cheng took a closer look at the content on the paper and realized that it was a disorganized "article" with no content at all. It felt like all kinds of messy words were put together, and he could not make out the content at all. To the viewers in the live stream, it was all garbled!
He was puzzled and looked at the second piece. It was still garbled.
The third piece was still garbled.
The fourth one was still a bunch of gibberish code …
Cheng Cheng blinked his eyes in confusion. He did not understand why Jiang Pengji was showing him this. Was he commenting on her handwriting?
After flipping through more than ten pieces of paper in a row, an idea flashed through Cheng Cheng's mind. He finally found out what was wrong.
He quickly spread out more than ten pieces of paper and placed them on the table. Then he stacked them one on top of the other, revealing only the first row of words. He placed them together and looked at them again. He found that the size, shape, and stroke thickness of the words were exactly the same!
No matter how good a calligrapher was, it was impossible for him to write more than ten words that could be completely overlapped with each other.
"Nephew, was this stamped with a seal?"
Cheng Cheng quickly understood the key point.
Only stamped with a seal could ensure that the handwriting was 100% consistent.
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "The principle is the same, but that thing shouldn't be considered a seal."
Even though Cheng Cheng was knowledgeable, he could not figure out what Jiang Pengji was planning.
He laughed bitterly and pretended to beg for mercy. "Nephew, don't keep me in suspense. You should at least leave some face for me."
Jiang Pengji took out a few wooden seals from a secret compartment in the box. A few words were engraved on them. They were the first few words on the few pieces of paper.
She said, "Uncle Cheng, you've already looked at the rice paper. Look at these wooden seals. What do you think?"
Cheng Cheng took the wooden seals and found that they were the same size and shape. They were arranged side by side, perfectly satisfying his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
He was not stupid. Jiang Pengji's reminder was so obvious that he vaguely had some ideas in his mind.
That's right … Why didn't he think of this method?
If he used such wooden seals to arrange the content he wanted and printed it on the paper, wouldn't it be an essay?
As expected, she said, "A few years ago, I was immature. I used bamboo paper to deceive you of tens of thousands of books in your house. I even made you copy them. I don't know how much energy and time it took. After being scolded by my father, I felt very guilty. After a deep reflection, I suddenly thought of this method. If I ask a carpenter to engrave common words as a wooden seal, I can use the wooden seal to arrange the content of the book whenever I want to print a book. I can print a copy in a moment. Isn't it more convenient and faster than copying by hand? "
Cheng Cheng felt his heart beating wildly. He was so shocked that he could not even hold the things in his hands steadily. They fell to the ground with a clatter.
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