Chapter 275 Chinese Typewriter and Lin Yutang, Inexplicable Joy Nanako (both ordered for additional updates)
When Fang Yan heard Le Miao's words, he immediately became energetic and asked her:
"Ledian, do you know how many types of Chinese typewriters there are now?"
Le Miao asked strangely:
"Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"
Fang Yan said with a smile:
"Just asking casually, just in case I want to write a book one day, can I get a typewriter to use?"
After hearing this, Le Miao suddenly said:
"There are quite a lot of types of typewriters, basically all produced in Shanghai, including the Double Pigeon, Flying Pigeon, and Hero brands, but they all have the same principle. They use the Zhou Houkun model improved by Shu Zhendong, an engineer of the Commercial Press in 1919. Typewriter Chinese typewriter.”
"However, these typewriters are basically not for private use. They are only available in government agencies, schools, newspapers, and writers' associations. And if you want to use them, you will need a lot of training to use them. It is said to be quite difficult. Sometimes you need to print urgently. , and typists need to be seconded from some units.”
"If you want to use a typewriter, you have to go to these units to find someone, and you also need to borrow their typists, otherwise the machine will not work at all."
This was the first time Fang Yan heard this knowledge, so he silently wrote it down. After thinking for a while, he asked Le Miao again:
"How many words can a skilled typist type in one minute?"
Le Miao responded:
"An average typist is said to be able to type 50 words a minute, while the fastest typist is said to be able to type more than a hundred words a minute."
Early one hundred? Fang Yan felt that in his previous life, he could only type at this speed using Pinyin, but those professional typists in his previous life were much faster than this.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but muttered:
"Oh, that doesn't seem to be very fast..."
Hearing the dialect's words, Le Miao couldn't laugh or cry, and explained to him:
"This is already very fast, at least much faster than writing, and it's not like typing English or Latin."
After finishing speaking, she seemed to think of something again, and then added:
"But I have heard that Lin Yutang's Mingkwai typewriter could type more than 120 words a minute. Unfortunately, the whole country was at war at the time. No one was optimistic about the machine he invented with all his royalties, so he only kept it. Several prototypes.”
“I don’t know where those machines are now.”
Lin Yutang knows the dialect and has read his books in his previous life. He is a famous modern Chinese writer, scholar, translator, linguist, and representative of New Taoism. He studied in the United States and Germany in his early years, and received a master's degree in literature from Harvard University and a language degree from the University of Leipzig. After returning to China, he taught at Tsinghua University, Peking University, and Xiamen University. He wrote many books throughout his life and was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature twice.
But I just didn’t know that the royalties from writing so many books were actually used to invent the typewriter.
It is a pity that the typewriter that was invented did not survive.
Fang Yan said to Le Miao:
"Then I understand, thank you."
Le Miao waved her hand:
"Hey, you're still polite to me."
In the afternoon, I need to inform Director Chen and Professor Cai that Fang Yan plans to ask them if they can get a typewriter.
It would be best if you could have a typist and ask someone to do the typing.
But even if you can't match it, you can still learn it by yourself. As long as you learn the principles and the system supports it, your typing will naturally not be much slower.
Now I just don't know if people are willing to lend it to him. After all, I won't only use it for a day or two. If I can't speak dialect, I can only write by hand.
Just thinking about the hundreds of common medicines in "Chinese Medicine Processing" made him feel a little numb.
I guess I’ll have to wait until next year to write it myself.
It was time to get off work soon. After tidying up, Fang Yan took off his white coat and rode home.
When he got home, he found Zhu Lin already in the kitchen, using a natural gas stove to heat the Baiziren soup that he had cooked last night.
After seeing the dialect, Zhu Lin said:
"Prescribing medicine alone makes me nervous and anxious again. I'd better drink the medicine."
Fang Yan checked her pulse and found that it was really anxious. It seems that the novice stage of being a doctor is not something that can be settled in just one or two sentences. People are not allowed to cheat at the hurdles that they should pass, and they have to get through it slowly by themselves.
After drinking the medicine before eating, Zhu Lin suddenly felt much calmer.
Although I still feel worried when I think about those things, I find that I feel aloof from them.
It's almost like Chinese medicine's own tranquilizer.
Zhu Lin felt amazing.
Next, the family had lunch. Fang Yan massaged the acupuncture points on his daughter-in-law's head to relieve her tension, and then personally sent her to the department to go to work, telling her not to be nervous.
After doing these things, Fang Yan walked out of Xiehe, then went to the street office to borrow a phone and called Director Chen.
The call was quickly connected, and the person who answered the phone was Chen Kaige. When he heard the voice of the dialect on the phone, he became excited. On the phone, the dialect heard him shouting to the outside, "Dad, Brother Fang is calling! Brother Fang is calling!”
Then a series of hurried footsteps from Chen Huaikai came over the phone, sounding like a trot from far to near.
When Fang Yan told him that they could meet this afternoon, Chen Huaikai immediately said that he would come over immediately. Seeing how excited he was, Fang Yan quickly reminded him to inform Professor Cai.
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Only then did Chen Huaikai react and said that he would definitely notify everyone.
After telling them the specific location of the courtyard, Fang Yan hung up the phone.
After thanking Director Feng, Fang Yan returned home.
Tell the little brother to get ready, they will arrive in about an hour.
Fang Chen prepared all afternoon today, memorizing what Fang Yan gave him last night, and now he looks confident.
Knowing that they were coming today, Zhu Lin prepared tea, tea sets and fruits, and Fang Yan moved them all to the study.
After doing this, Fang Yan saw that there was still time, so he went to the reverse sitting room in the front yard to take a look.
The finishing work is already being done at the moment. After finishing it today, they will be responsible for cleaning up the site tomorrow.
Fang Yan looked at their meticulous finishing work, took out his cigarette and spread it around again. People do things seriously and responsibly, and Fang Yan is not stingy.
He said to the workers:
"After finishing the finishing work tomorrow, don't leave now. I'll treat you all to a meal in this house tonight."
After hearing his words, everyone beamed with joy, and they all agreed after a symbolic refusal.
An hour later, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard.
The two brothers Fang Yan and Fang Chen walked to the door and opened it.
Then I saw father and son Chen Huaikai and Chen Kaige.
Behind them were Professor Cai and a very familiar girl.
This girl is quite good-looking, but when Fang Yan looked at her face, a series of voices automatically appeared in his mind: "Why is this?" "Daddy, where are you going?" "They are all thousand-year-old foxes, you What kind of fairy tales are you playing?”
The joyful memory that hit him almost made him laugh out loud.
Fang Yan recognized that this was Nanako, the future screen comedy CP of Guo Da. He was a little surprised why Professor Cai called his daughter over?
PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone thirty-three thousand.
No more today, please be early tomorrow.
Lao Feng worked hard to prepare for tomorrow.
(End of chapter)