If I really wanted to make a book, it would take quite a lot of time and effort. And it would have to be made to look old, which would be another hassle.
In this era, there were no fountain pens, only brushes. Printing was impossible, so books had to be written one character at a time. Even making a single book would take at least a month.
Besides, she had other things to do every day and could not devote herself exclusively to this, so it would take even longer.
Fine, I'll ask now.
"Ah, if only there were a way to print it."
With a swish, an entire page would be done. How fast would that be?
Making a book wouldn't take much time at all.
"You could make a movable type printing mold. Don't you know how to carve? You could carve characters directly into wood, or fire some clay. It's not exactly a difficult thing."
The more Su Qiao listened, the brighter her eyes became. She was so happy she nearly jumped for joy.
"Xiaosi, you're practically my lucky star."
"When I was making buttons last time, I kept feeling like I'd forgotten something important. Turns out it was this."
She knew how to carve characters, and she also knew how to find clay and fire it!
There was no need to worry about ink—she already had some. As for a movable type printing mold, if she studied it a little, she could make one too.
Printing—what was so difficult about that?
Just as Su Qiao was brimming with excitement and wanted to get started immediately, her brother Su Yichen walked over with a puzzled expression.
Pointing at the two stacks of differently colored paper on the wooden door, he asked, "Little sister, this... is this