Great Liangzhen Fusi, starting as the villain

inside the house.

When Qi Ping closed the door, Fan Er picked up the teapot on the table, poured two mouthfuls of cold water, and said excitedly:

"The manuscript has been engraved in the bookstore, and it will be published in two days."

"So fast?" Qi Ping was stunned.

You know, in his impression, the efficiency of ancient printing was really low.

Even after the rise of movable type printing, it was the same, especially for such a large-scale work as a novel, so many words, picking one by one was a huge project.

"In the past, it must have been slow, but since the Xuanji Department of the Taoist Academy developed the printing magic weapon, it has been different." Fan Er explained.

monastery?This is the second time Qi Ping heard this name today.

The Mystery Department... is the first time.

According to Fan Er, it was a group of people who specialize in researching magic tools in the main altar of the Taoist sect, and the reform of the new printing technique came from the emperor's promotion.

Book engraving is no longer manual typesetting, but using magic tools, and does not need to be driven by monks, but consumes a special kind of ink that is only sold in Taoist monasteries.

... The business model of the razor belongs to it... Qi Ping secretly complained, thinking, no wonder the books in the store are smaller than expected, and more can be packed into one page.

"I'm going to release a volume first to test the water and see how the market responds."

In the end, Fan Er cautiously asked for opinions.

Qi Ping smiled: "It's up to you to decide. But I have an idea, it's better to add some 'selected' paragraphs on the title page of the book."

"Selected?" Fan Er was at a loss.

Qiping explained:

"It is to put some eye-catching words in the text at the beginning, such as this paragraph:

"Ximen Qing doesn't want to flirt with him... so he sat in the green gauze tent and made the woman... lightly cage the gold hairpin with both hands, hold it firmly..."

Another example is this paragraph:

"Li Ping'er taught Ximen Qing to sit on the pillow... arranging flowers upside down, and coming and going automatically..."

Well, there are also illustrations, which can also be placed here... How about this, I will write you a catalog of the whole book later, and attach it to the front, so that the guests will look forward to the follow-up after reading it. "

Fan Er was astonished as a heavenly being, only felt that Qi Ping's method was not only fresh, but also extremely feasible.

"You are such a genius, then write it quickly, I will go to the bookstore overnight and tell!" The second shopkeeper trembled with excitement.

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That night, Fan Er came back very late with a tired body, without eating or taking a bath.

Just lying down in the room, in the dark, it was insomnia.

It's not the first time that he has suffered from insomnia like this. He has been like this often since he was not doing well in business, but he didn't show it in front of the Qi family brothers and sisters.

Stepping out from under his father's wings and crashing headlong into this complicated world, he is finally going to face the wind and rain head-on. Being optimistic by nature, he is not completely unprepared.

It's just... the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

When he really faced the world, he realized that starting from nothing is really not easy, and besides... he still has capital.

Suddenly, I understood my father a little bit.

Boys will always grow up suddenly at a certain point in their lives. Fan Er thinks that he is no longer a child, but it is not the case.

What he did not say with Qiping is that even for small workshops, the cost of engraving original books is extremely high, just like the factories of later generations, "mold opening" is always expensive.

Moreover, there is a requirement for the number of copies to be printed.

This time, Fan Er secretly bet all of his net worth, leaving only a small amount of working money.

This is a big gamble, if you lose the bet, pack up and leave.

If the bet wins, from then on, the sky will be high and the sea will be wide.

That night, Fan Er didn't know when he fell asleep.

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For the next two days, he entrusted the shop to Qi Shu to take care of it, and he waited almost the whole time in the bookstore, watching the engraving and production.

Finally, in the early morning of the third day, he got the first batch of sample books, dozens of them.

"Boss Fan, let's see how it goes. If there is no problem, then we will engrave a large number of them."

In the book engraving workshop, a middle-aged man handed over a sample book.

Fan Er's spirit was shaken, and he quickly took it. The book with a yellow cover seemed to be warm.

He flipped through it carefully, not missing any details. After a while, he closed the scroll and let out a long breath:

"Very well, sorry to trouble you all."

The middle-aged man smiled kindly: "Boss Fan, you are being polite."

Fan Er got up his spirits, hugged dozens of sample books wrapped in kraft paper in his arms, and hurried out. The door of the workshop was open, leading directly to the entrance of the alley.

Fan Er was holding the sample booklet, and just walked out of the alley, a carriage drove past quickly, and the wheels happened to run over a pool of stagnant water on the ground.

Under the sun, the stagnant water splashed, exploded, and splashed head-on.

Fan Er subconsciously turned around, bowed his waist and lowered his head, tightly protecting a bundle of books in his arms to keep them from being splashed by water.

Then he glanced at the carriage, said nothing, and left in his soaked robe.

This scene completely fell into the eyes of everyone in the workshop.

"This little boss looks stupid, and his brain is not smart. There are dozens of sample books, and they are not as expensive as the clothes. So what if they are wet." A worker sneered.

The rest also ridiculed and laughed.

Only the middle-aged man scolded in a deep voice: "Shut up and do your work!"

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the little boss would definitely succeed.

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Today's weather is fine, the sun is grand.

The late spring wind blows through Nancheng, and the streets are filled with carriages, horses, shopkeepers, and pedestrians.

In the lively Liujiao Alley, two half-grown teenagers, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, walked side by side.

Wearing a low-key but expensive scholar's robe, his temperament is very different from that of the residents of Nancheng. At first glance, he looks like the young master of a wealthy family.

In their hands, each carried a food box.

"Lu Xien, you go faster, what are you dawdling about slowly?"

Tall and thin, with a fair complexion, the bookish Wang Yan complained about his companion.

Beside him, the chubby guy named Lucian said helplessly:

"I didn't eat in the morning, or else, let's eat first."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted towards the butcher shop next to him.

Wang Yan glanced at him contemptuously, as if he disdain to be with him:

"You lazy bastard, if you knew you were coming today, why don't you eat early?"

Lucian said weakly, "I overslept."

As he spoke, he sighed and complained a little: "Why does the Tai Tuo live in such a place, so far away from the inner city?"

Wang Yan showed yearning:

"This is called 'virtue'. If you speak as a teacher, where can you not settle in this capital? Only by living in a back alley, observing the people's sentiments, and staying away from the vanity, can you do a good job in learning."

The "Taifu" in the two populations is the mentor of the emperor of the dynasty.

That is, the legendary "Emperor Teacher".

However, a few years ago, he resigned from the official position on the grounds of old age.

The emperor respected him very much, and bestowed him with a mansion and a compound to take care of him for the rest of his life.

But the old man didn't take it, he only took a little granddaughter with him, and set up an ordinary courtyard in the southern part of the outer city.

Since then, he has withdrawn from the literary world, stayed away from the government and the public, and lived in seclusion in the city. In addition to reading and tasting tea and learning, he wandered in the market every day, and was admired by countless literati.

The civil and military courts of the Manchu Dynasty sharpened their heads and wanted to send the younger generation of the family to study.

Due to favors, the old lady couldn't refuse, reluctantly, accepted a few, but only agreed to teach a few days a month, and asked that those who came come not take expensive carriages, so as not to disturb the neighbors.

The two half-year-old teenagers are the children of the rich and powerful in this "Beijing circle".

In the early morning, they came to the outer city together in a chariot and horse, ordered the coachman to stop at a distance, and came on foot.

Little Fatty didn't comment on this, or he didn't hear it at all, but just watched the food on the street and swallowed.

Wang Yan had no choice but to wait for his friend to fill his stomach.

While waiting, he suddenly noticed a strange guy walking from the crowd:

Wearing a loose coarse sackcloth, with a cotton cap on his head, and a gauze wrapping his face with only half of it exposed, he approached furtively.

Looking at him, his small eyes lit up, and he stuck to him.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Yan frowned, showing a vigilant look.

But seeing the masked man looking around, he suddenly lifted his robe, took out a roll of yellow paper, and lowered his voice: "Brother, do you want to buy a book? You can't pass the review."

Wang Yan:? ?