Chapter 130 Humanoid Machine
Gao Yuan said nothing and wrote the couplet according to Cheng Hui's request.
But there was no one in the room, so he suddenly said, "You wrote these couplets very well, very elegant."
Cheng Hui laughed: "I didn't write it. There is an ancient book that teaches how to write couplets. I have read it."
"There are such books. My wife is really knowledgeable and has a good memory." Gao Yuan said.
Cheng Hui laughed.
If Gao Yuan's brothers saw his current state, they would be scared to death.
While writing, Gao Yuan turned his head to look at Cheng Hui. She looked so beautiful when she smiled.
Cheng Hui looked at the words he wrote. He didn't stop at all. He wrote completely blindly, but they still looked good.
Suddenly, Cheng Hui shouted, "Stop! Change the font. This one is too murderous."
I only thought about his beautiful handwriting and forgot who he was.
His handwriting is as agile as a startled dragon, as sharp as iron and as silver as silver, revealing a murderous aura.
Gao Yuan also realized that this was not just practicing calligraphy where he could write whatever he wanted, but writing Spring Festival couplets, and it would not be good to have too much murderous intent.
He immediately changed his handwriting.
Not only does his handwriting have his own style, he can also imitate others. This time he specifically chose a font with a strong sense of righteousness to write.
"Yeah, it's beautiful now! My husband is so great!" Cheng Hui praised beside him.
Gao Yuan looked down at her and smiled, a gleam in his narrow phoenix eyes.
"By the way, what were you thinking about before?" he asked.
Cheng Hui knew he was talking about the time in the car.
She paused and said truthfully: "I miss you."
Gao Yuan's hands trembled and he almost ruined the writing. Fortunately, writing had become part of his DNA and he finished the stroke perfectly with a turn of his wrist.
“Hahaha.” Cheng Hui laughed for a while before saying, “To be honest, no kidding, I’m just thinking about you.
"I wonder what your background is. I heard from others that your mother is from the capital and she escaped here.
"Don't you want to go find your maternal grandparents? Or your biological father's home? Do you know any news about them?" Cheng Hui asked.
Gao Yuan lowered her head and continued writing. So that was it. That was right. She was right to be curious about him.
If you are not even curious about his background, then he is not in your heart. on the contrary......
Gao Yuan's handwriting was vigorous and the faster he wrote, the more beautiful it became.
"I know who they are and where they are. My mother told me before she died." Gao Yuan said, "But I don't want to go look for them."
"Why?" Cheng Hui asked pretentiously.
In fact, she knew why in her previous life.
When Gao Yuan's mother ran away from home, she didn't know she was pregnant. When she just became pregnant, her husband's family didn't know she was pregnant either.
As a result, her mother encountered kidnappers, rebel troops, and bad guys one after another. After being tortured and escaping several times, she finally came to Gaojiatun and married Gao Laosan with a big belly. She finally had a stable place to live.
If the child hadn't looked very much like her husband, she wouldn't have been sure the child was her husband's...
Women in troubled times are miserable.
There is no DNA technology now and his mother is dead. How can he prove that he is the child of two wealthy families?
Going to the relatives' house to recognize them would only make things boring, and he had never thought of recognizing these two relatives.
He had inquired about it, and found that none of them were good people...
It was just his mother's last wish, that he go back to see her parents, and if possible, fulfill his filial duties on her behalf, but if not, forget it.
However, Gao Yuan couldn't open his mouth to explain these words to Cheng Hui because he was afraid of scaring her.
"This is more complicated to explain. I'll tell you when I come back next time." Gao Yuan said.
"Okay, tell me whenever you want to talk about it." Cheng Hui said considerately.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Cheng Hui continued to work. She had to apply the photosensitive resin before dark because it needed sunlight.
Fortunately, this thing is fast, and three or four brushes are enough for a piece of gauze.
"Swish, swish, swish", the 30-plus-long gauze net was not finished yet, but Gao Yuan's 10 pairs of words were finished.
"Practice on red paper again. You will then write on hard plastic and the size should be the same as on the red paper." Cheng Hui said.
Gao Yuan nodded without asking why.
By the time Cheng Hui had brushed all the screens and taken them out to dry in the sun, Gao Yuan had already written a pile of red paper.
Apart from a few people in charge of production who were still busy in the workshop, Guo Dajun, Wang Hui and Li Yan had nothing to do, so they came to watch the fun.
"I didn't expect Xiaoyuan to write so well!" Guo Dajun said, "Everyone is happy if they work harder and get more, and a good harvest brings happiness every year. I want this!"
"A year of hard work and a year of good harvest, and a year of thrift and frugality will bring surplus to the family. This is what I want." said Lao Hei.
"The east wind makes the mountains green, and the policy is in the heart, bringing spring everywhere. I want this."
Everyone started to choose.
The Spring Festival couplets that Cheng Hui selected from her mind are all very characteristic of the era.
Words like "money rolling in" and "bring in wealth and treasure" are not acceptable and are not encouraged.
Everyone has a fixed salary, so if you want to make a lot of money, you have to resort to illegal means.
It is enough for everyone to choose a few pairs. A family needs to paste Spring Festival couplets on two doors at most, and the extra pairs are prepared to be given as gifts.
Guo Dajun looked at Gao Yuan who was writing furiously and asked Cheng Hui, "Just let him write alone?" He wouldn't be able to write so much red paper in his lifetime, right?
"I'm making the printed version now. We'll print manually. One person can make thousands or even tens of thousands of sheets a day. This amount of red paper won't be enough for two days." Cheng Hui calculated and said, "No, I have to buy some more red paper."
"No, no, no. You can buy some more after these are used up. There are so many large and small paper mills in the provincial capital. There is plenty of red paper." Guo Dajun said.
How many thousands of pieces of red paper does a person use in a day? Humanoid machine? He looked at the "window frames" placed outside and couldn't think of anything.
Cheng Hui didn't explain to them and asked everyone to wait next door to make room for Gao Yuan so that he could start writing on the plastic paper.
Gao Yuan was already accustomed to writing on any medium and could write beautifully, so the plastic board did not affect his performance at all.
After finishing writing 10 pairs of Spring Festival couplets, they started writing the word "Fu" in various fonts and sizes.
The sales volume of the word "Fu" is much higher than that of Spring Festival couplets.
Nowadays, not every family can afford to buy or have someone write Spring Festival couplets. Even if it is free to ask someone to write them, some people are reluctant to spend a few cents on red paper.
But you have to buy a few small "Fu" characters to add some joy and make it feel like the New Year.
Two hours later, just as the sun was setting, more than 30 screens were ready.
Cheng Hui finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Everyone, watch out, I'm about to start the presentation!" Cheng Hui said with a smile in the staff lounge.
Everyone immediately applauded, although they didn't know what they were applauding for.
The dining table is not as long as the Spring Festival couplets, so Cheng Hui showed the online version of the word "Fu".
Press the red paper, put the square screen on it, pour ink on it, scrape it with a scraper, and it's done in a few seconds.
The screen was lifted up and the applause from the crowd stopped abruptly.
Ten beautiful little "Fu" characters are arranged neatly, and they look beautiful as if they were printed by a machine.
"Take it away." Cheng Hui said.
No one understood what was to be taken away.
Gao Yuan stepped forward and took away a piece of printed red paper.
Cheng Hui put down the screen and drew another picture with the word "Fu" (meaning "blessing").
Everyone kept clapping, stunned.
To be honest, this speed is much faster than the current garbage printing presses!
Even decades later, screen printing has not been eliminated, partly because once you become proficient in it, it is faster than machine printing!
Now this is the table not fitting and a waste of time.
If the long tables are arranged in a row, one or two people will carry the screen and move it.
The speed is extremely fast: 10 pages are printed in one minute, 600 pages are printed in one hour, and more than 14,000 pages are printed in 24 hours.
Of course this is only in theory. Cheng Hui gave them 4,000 sheets of rest time. If they worked 24 hours a day, 100,000 sheets of red paper would be used up in one or two days.
She said she made 20,000 a day because she was being modest. She was afraid that if she told the truth all of a sudden, it would scare Fan Guangyao and he would not dare to come to her to beg.
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