Liao Zongwei felt embarrassed and said with some shame, "I only know a few words."

It's better to know a few words than to know none at all.

Lin Yinan handed him the booklet and said, "It records the secret techniques of woodblock printing. See how much you can understand."

Upon hearing that the booklet contained secret techniques, Liao Zongwei's hand trembled, and the booklet in his hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, almost falling to the ground. He carefully opened it and slowly read it word by word.

The Su family father and son standing nearby stared in disbelief, a look of shock flashing across their faces.

Lin Yinan so easily handed over something so important to someone she had only known for a short time.

Should we say she's magnanimous, or perhaps a little too trusting of others?

"Anan, such a secret technique should be carefully preserved, how could it be..."

Su Kunliang tried to persuade her from the perspective of an elder, but was interrupted by Lin Yinan.

“Master Su, the secret method is not difficult; what is rare is having a skilled craftsman and a literate person. What I want to do is to print more books and spread the wisdom of our ancestors.”

"After the book is printed, I want to build a school in several neighboring villages in Longtan County so that all children will have the opportunity to read and write."

"Even if he can participate in scientific expeditions and bring glory to his family in the future, at least he should know how to do math."

Finally, she took out a wooden doll from her sleeve. “Look how exquisite the carving is, but the master is illiterate. He can only pass on his skills to his apprentices orally. If he could read, he could write down his superb skills and leave them to future generations, making them a masterpiece. His contribution to this would surely be remembered for all time.”