Chapter 75 Taiping Customs (Ch 75)

Although she also knew that if this book was published later.
There is a high probability, no, I will definitely buy one.
After all, it is a work in which I am deeply involved, and I must witness its final appearance with my own eyes.
But afterwards, I was alone, in the dead of night, furtively, with a blushing face and a pounding heart, reading through some “content that cannot be written”.
And now, I know clearly that I will personally typeset those “unwriteable contents” word by word and then print them out.
This feeling is completely different.
It was simply a rehearsal for a public execution.
Especially Mr. Moser.
When he was narrating the story normally, his choice of words and sentences were so plain, concise and clear.
The text is as clean as a mountain spring, without a single unnecessary embellishment.
But once it comes to those “detailed descriptions” he just mentioned…
Some blurry but powerful images involuntarily emerged in Xiaonan’s mind.
The words seemed to have a completely different vitality.
Every word seems to be endowed with some unspeakable magic.
When combined together, they form a dense net that can easily trap people.
When reading the manuscript, even a quick glance at the draft of some passages was enough to make her blush and her heart beat faster.
Those words seemed to be warm, burning her fingertips to the point of numbness.
She was even a little annoyed. Why did she have such a good imagination?
There is no need to think about it deliberately, the words will automatically generate vivid dynamic images in your mind.
She couldn’t ignore it even if she wanted to.
She even suspected that Mr. Moser had secretly cast some kind of magic on her to enhance her associative ability.
Otherwise, why would even the normal description of a hug be automatically added with the next 3,000 words when I read the manuscript now?
Despite her mixed feelings and embarrassment that almost overwhelmed her, Xiaonan took a deep breath and completed all the typesetting requirements proposed by Moser with great professionalism.
“Done!”
She exhaled lightly and pushed the preliminary copy in front of her towards Moze.
Looking at the first draft that had condensed his painstaking efforts, Mo Ze’s eyes revealed a look of satisfaction.
Moze couldn’t help but sigh.
Konan’s paper escape technique is indeed more convenient than you can imagine.
Not only can she change the shape, her Paper God Technique can also give paper specific properties.
Camouflaging the ground and changing the flow of water are just the basics.
For example, the paper used in this upcoming book takes into full consideration the adhesion of the ink, the flexibility for flipping through pages, and even has a light woody fragrance.
What’s even more rare is that she can accurately mix the most suitable paper according to his needs.
For books sold in the Land of Rain, she will focus on moisture-proofing to ensure that the pages will not easily become moldy and rot in the year-round rainy environment.
In the Land of Wind, one must consider the toughness and density of the paper, so as to prevent it from being quickly worn away by the pervasive wind and sand, causing the writing to become blurred.
As for the economically prosperous Fire Nation, it can naturally use top-quality materials, pursue the ultimate in graphic accuracy and feel, and be as luxurious as possible.
With Xiaonan around, he hardly has to worry about these trivial yet crucial details.
You just need to propose the final effect and Xiaonan can always achieve it perfectly.
At this moment, Xiaonan was looking at the draft in Moze’s hand. The embarrassment in his heart caused by the “content that cannot be written” had been replaced by another stronger emotion – anticipation and satisfaction.
This is a work she typeset herself and is about to be printed.
Every word and every picture passed through her fingertips.
Even those passages that still make her cheeks burn when she thinks about them now…are a reflection of her professionalism, aren’t they?
Yes, that’s it.
“Sir,” she said softly, with a barely perceptible hint of joy in her voice.
“What should this book be called?”
She pointed to the spine and title page of the book, which were left blank on the cover, waiting for the finishing touch.
The sense of accomplishment almost overflowed from her eyes.
The title of this book must be worthy of its content, especially those… ahem, those wonderful details.
The title of the book?
This brings me to Moser’s question.
As a person who has difficulty in naming, his naming is not as tasteless as Minato Namikaze’s.
But it is indeed a daunting challenge to come up with a satisfactory name from one’s mind.
Otherwise, the title of the book would not have been left until now and has not been officially determined.
He pondered for a moment.
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, but were rejected one by one.
Eventually, a name emerged.
“Why not just call it Taiping Fengtu Ji?”
Moze spoke up.
That’s right, Moser simply copied the name as well.
After all, his ultimate purpose in creating this story was to let the world know about the existence of Demonmon.
In this case, adding the name “Taiping Fengtu Ji” might have a miraculous effect.
“Taiping Fengtuji?”
Xiaonan was slightly stunned when he heard the name.
This name… sounds a bit too serious, doesn’t it?
She blinked: “Does this name have any meaning?”
Moze looked at her with an honest look.
“May there be peace in the world.”
He paused and added.
“Local customs and practices are all recorded.”
The explanation is simple and clear, literal and fair to everyone.
Xiaonan was stunned.
May there be peace in the world.
Local customs and practices are all recorded.
She suddenly understood.
Yes, local customs.
Mountains and rivers are the local customs, towns are the local customs, and villages are also the local customs.
Folk customs are local customs, habits are local customs, and legends are also local customs.
So… aren’t people, and the most complex, passionate and secret emotions between people, also part of the “local conditions” of this vast world?
Those “details” that made her blush and her heart beat faster, those words that she took great pains to typeset in an effort to make them “vivid and livelier”, when you peel off that embarrassing outer layer, aren’t their cores also people’s truest emotions and desires?
It is a part of human nature and an indispensable touch to the customs and practices of this world.
Under the grand and beautiful vision of “peace”, recording all of this seems to be a natural thing to do.
It even carries an indescribable sense of heaviness and mission.
It seems that those blushing words are no longer just descriptions that stimulate the senses.
They are lightly wrapped in the four words “local customs and folkways” and are neatly placed within a broader and more inclusive framework.
It is no longer simply “content that cannot be written”, but… a specific humanistic record in a specific environment?
The more Xiaonan thought about it, the brighter his eyes became.
“Sir,” she spoke again, her voice no longer filled with the previous hesitation, but instead filled with a kind of sudden joy.
“I think this name is… really good.”
She admired it sincerely.
“It not only contains expectations for the future, but also encompasses everything in the world.”
ah?
Is this such a good name?
Mo Ze agreed with Xiaonan’s statement with a smile.