After a group of rare big shots on weekdays rushed into the prison, even though Lao Han, who was the supervisor of the prison, was already prepared, he was stunned.

But the little old man Kong Yingda didn't even explain to Lao Han. He called Li Hao in front of him, and said calmly without any face: "Boy, I know you have some background and some methods, but this time you don't want to be careless in front of me. Go and let your people come out."

There was no greeting, no introduction, and even no time to take a breath.

Li Hao blinked his eyes and saw that Kong Yingda seemed to be really offended, so he didn't say anything more and came to Lao Han directly: "Wang Deyuan should be here, right? Call him out, the competition will start soon."

"Zhong." Lao Han answered in a genuine Guanzhong accent, and turned around and called someone to go.

Time was not long, and a fat and white guy walked out of the general's office. Facing a group of big men in the court, his face was still calm and his heart was still beating. After seeing him one by one, he came to Li Hao with a arrogant expression and said: "Prince Wei, Mr. Wang is here, I don't know how you want to compete."

The general manager and the military are completely different systems. Wang Deyuan is also responsible for printing. He is confident in his ability and is not afraid of revenge from Li Jing, nor is he afraid of Li Hao coming to cause trouble for him. Calling him "Prince Wei" is equivalent to directly ridicule him for bullying others with his power.

Li Hao looked at the fat man in front of him and ignored him.

Just a clown who is about to lose power, let him be proud first. I am a big boss, and I have a very talented person. It makes no sense to argue with a minion.

After waiting for a while, Feng Yi, who was leaning on a crutch, slowly came to everyone with the help of his son, and greeted each other in turn. However, when he arrived in front of Li Hao, the father and son showed gratitude: "Shi Du Li."

"Is the stuff ready?" Li Hao asked with a smile.

Feng Xu replied confidently: "It's ready."

"That's good." Li Hao said, looking at Kong Yingda: "Master Kong, when do you think it will start?"

"Now, start now." Kong Yingda's expression was like everyone owed him hundreds of coins of money. His eyes swept over Wang Deyuan and Feng Xu and said coldly: "Your task is to print "The Analects of Confucius·Learn", and those who complete it first win. Now, let's start."

Hey? This old man is pretty good.

Li Hao glanced at Lao Kong in surprise.

I thought the old man would just say the time limit for one hour, but unexpectedly, the old man didn't even mention it.

Li Jing, who was in a state of confusion, wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was pulled by Du Ruhui beside him.

Looking back, I saw this man shaking his head to him, with a very beating smile on his face.

What does it mean? Look at my joke? Li Jing thought for no reason. When he came over, it was too late to speak again.

Seeing that no one in the court had left, Wang Deyuan called out a few carving craftsmen under him, each of whom had a book of the Analects of Confucius, and each carved it in front of everyone with wooden boards.

For a moment, the small square in front of the prison was silent, leaving only the "swish" sound when the carving knife contacted the wooden board, and the wood chips flew.

Looking at the other side, with Kong Yingda's voice starting, Feng Tie ran out from afar. The carving work here had already begun for a while, and he dragged a big cart and slowly came back.

The old guys present looked at Li Hao with bad eyes. One hour or half an hour? You don’t have fun like this, right? How long has it been behind?

Just as he was thinking, he saw that Feng Tie brought a table and a wooden shelf from the cart, and put it on the ground, and slowly took out wooden brushes and ink from the cart. Finally, in full view of everyone, he took out a small wooden frame from the cart.

What is this kid doing? Where is the carving craftsman? Where is the carving knife? Where is the wooden board?

This trick is wrong.

Li Jing, who was about to jump out of his heart, looked at Feng Tie and Li Hao again, his fists tightened and his eyes swung around, and finally stopped on the thick armrest of the cart forearms.

Kong Yingda's face was also dark, but this old man was obviously more calm than Li Jing, at least he didn't look for tools to beat people everywhere.

As for the other old guys, most of them are gloating.

???Wait, what is that kid doing?

After another moment, after Feng Tie put everything in place, everyone immediately discovered the difference.

He calmly came to the wooden rack that he had moved down at the beginning, and quickly picked and picked it up with his right hand, took out one thing like seals after another, and then placed the "seals" into the wooden frame held by his left hand. Soon, the wooden frame was stuffed all over.

Next, Feng Tie placed the wooden frame of the "seal" on the table. Feng Xu, who was inconvenient to his legs and feet, stood by the table, dipped a wooden brush with ink and brushed it on it, covered a piece of paper on it, and rolled it with another roller-like thing on it.

When the paper was lifted up again, it was already full of handwriting.

The first page of "The Analects of Confucius·Learn from Learning" was completed.

"Uh, uh..." Before the others could speak, Kong Yingda's face changed color. He stretched out his right hand and pointed at Feng Tie who picked up a wooden frame to pick up the characters. His turbid old eyes stared at Li Hao, but he opened his mouth but couldn't even say a word.

Li Hao was afraid that the old man would be overly excited and hurried to him: "Master Kong, listen to me, this is not cheating, it's really not."

Perhaps because of his overly excited, Kong Yingda still couldn't say a word. He grabbed Li Hao with his left hand and took his right hand and hammered it on his shoulder.

Of course, Lao Kong knew that this was not cheating, but he didn't care even if he cheated.

At the beginning, he might not understand what Feng Tie was busy with, but after the first page was printed, how could he not know what was happening?

In fact, it was not just Kong Yingda, but everyone present also realized the benefits of this printing method when Feng Tie placed the second wooden frame on the table and Feng Xu printed the second page. One or two looked at Li Hao with shock.

Such printing speed is not to mention a book in half an hour. If there are more things like seals and more people, it is possible to have a quarter of an hour each.

You're crazy, it's really crazy. With such a fast and convenient printing method, wouldn't you print as many books as you want in the future?

Or...will such a simple printing method greatly reduce the cost? In this way, the price of books...
Chapter completed!