"How's it going? Have you accepted it?"
As soon as Yan Qing and Song Chi came back, Miao Guihua hurriedly came up to ask.
"Took it, seven hundred copies per book. The boss also praised Yan Qing for his neat handwriting, uniform size, and even ink. He also said that he can sell all the books he copies in the future! Well, this is the money for four books. You Keep it."
Miao Guihua took it in surprise. She counted two taels of silver several times. He was even more careful than the two hundred and sixty taels he got from selling ginseng.
"This is really a good way to make a fortune! After taking away the paper and ink, there is still a profit of two taels of silver! No wonder people say that there is a gold house in the book. I don't think this is a gold house. This is clearly the place where golden eggs are laid. Golden Rooster! We printed four copies in one day. If we were quick, it would be possible to print ten copies! By the way, dad, you didn’t tell anyone that we were the ones who printed it?”
"I'm not stupid. How can I tell others about such a good opportunity to make a fortune?"
"It's okay if you don't say it. Let's print more. After earning Yan Qing's money for studying, we can earn some money to buy a house, and then save some money for Yan Qing to marry a wife..." Miao Guihua fantasized about the beautiful life in the future. , I couldn't help but get excited, and I couldn't wait to continue printing books now.
Yan Qing interrupted her fantasy, "Father, mother, don't get too excited. Let me analyze it for you first. This book is called The Thousand-Character Essay. It is an enlightenment textbook for students. Our Qingshan County is not that big. There aren’t many people who need this kind of book, and you can’t keep the books in stock for too long, as they are prone to getting damp and moldy, so I think if you sell a hundred or eighty copies, they’ll probably be enough, and the bookstore might not accept them.”
"What should we do?" Song Chi asked quickly. Although one hundred and eighty copies is a lot, you can make a lot of money by selling them. But is getting a golden egg the same as getting a hen that lays golden eggs
"So, Dad, please engrave another set of Four Books and Five Classics. The demand for these books is even greater."
Song Chi: "..."
After talking for a long time, it turned out that I wanted him to work.
"...Okay, what's this little work? After half a month of hard work, you can earn thousands of taels of silver. Where can you find such a good deal!"
With money tempting him in front of him, Song Chi readily agreed.
Then he began a long career in sculpture. After "The Great Learning" was carved, "The Doctrine of the Mean" was carved, and after "The Doctrine of the Mean" was carved, the "Analects of Confucius" was carved. Before the "Analects of Confucius" was finished, Song Chi's energy relaxed.
"I'm so tired. When will this end!" He complained as he was carving. He moved his hand hard and the carving was broken again.
So the whole page had to be redone.
Song Chi felt pity, "It's wasted again. This half of the carving is quite good. How about I keep this half and use half of the template to carve the other side?"
Yan Qing nodded, "If the two templates are put together tightly, it should be OK."
So Song Chi took half a piece of wood and carved the other half. After carving, he put the two half-piece templates together, and the printed version was no different from the full version.
This discovery made Song Chi happy, "This will save a lot of trouble! You don't have to engrave a word and ruin a template."
Then as he continued to engrave, he realized something was wrong again, "What do you mean by these two characters? I have engraved them several times, but why do they appear everywhere!"
Yan Shu put her little head over to look at it and said, "I know, I know these two words, they are what Confucius said. That's what Confucius meant!"
"Oh, my daughter is so smart, you already know this! If your daughter can get the top prize, my father will definitely send you to study too!" Song Chi was very surprised.
Yan Shu tilted her head and asked, "Why can't a girl take the top prize? I also want to take the top prize like my brother."
"Hahaha, my daughter is very ambitious, okay, let's take the top prize too!" Song Chi was very happy.
After the fun, he asked Yan Qing again, "Yan Qing, do you think this will work? Dad will make you some small wooden blocks of this size. Carve these words on each small wooden block separately, not on the same template. Go up. Then just pick out the words you need and arrange them. This is convenient and saves you from wasting so many templates. "More importantly, you don't have to engrave so many!
Yan Qing secretly thought that what modern people say is indeed true: laziness is the first driving force for the development of science and technology.
Because his father wanted to be lazy, in just a few months, he advanced the printing technology from the block printing period directly to the movable type printing period!
Yan Qing pretended to be confused and asked, "Is this okay?"
Song Chi became interested and said eagerly, "Would you know if you try it?"
This trial indeed works, but there are still some small details that need to be improved.
Song Chi was so happy that he felt so comfortable all over. Once he had carved out all the character patterns, he would no longer have to work so hard in the future!
Shanghe Village, Song Family.
At dinner time, Mrs. Song Li began to distribute food as usual.
The men who work each receive a large bowl of multigrain porridge and a wild vegetable steamed bun. Women and young men get a small bowl of multi-grain porridge with smaller steamed buns.
Song Yanchang, the eldest grandson of Dafang, was extra generous, "Yan Chang, you should eat more. Studying is a waste of your brain and hard work. You can't go hungry."
The old lady said pleasantly.
Song Yanchang was wearing a long gown. The fourteen-year-old boy already had the bookish air of a scholar in his movements. Compared with other members of the Song family, his temperament is extremely outstanding, and he simply stands out from the crowd.
"Thank you for the milk."
"Thank you for being so polite to me."
Then there is the meal for the girls at home, each of them has half a bowl of porridge and half a steamed bun, and the porridge is the thinnest part.
Da Ya and others were already used to it. They took their rice bowls and ate in silence.
When it was Fu Bao's turn, the old lady paused for a moment, then scooped out some thick dough for her, and gave her a whole wowotou.
"Fubao also eat more."
After Song Fubao said "Thank you for the milk", he lowered his head and started eating.
Although it seemed that she was treated much better than the other sisters, she knew that her status in the old lady's mind was no longer what it was before.
Because the old lady used to be the first to serve it to her, and she always had her own portion. While others eat wild vegetable wowotou, she can eat pancakes made of white flour. Occasionally, she would put an egg in her porridge.
After enjoying that kind of special treatment, and now like this, Song Fubao felt a gap in his heart.
As for the reason, she actually knew that it was because her luck was gone.
She hasn't brought anything home for more than half a year. It seems that after moving away from the four-fang family, she never had any adventures again.
The pheasants and rabbits that lined up in front of her before were no longer there, and the ginseng and gold that could be picked up by wrestling were no longer there.
Despite her previous achievements, her family still had expectations for her good fortune and did not immediately change their attitude towards her. But Fubao himself knew that her kind of luck was really gone.
Because she could faintly detect the feeling of blessing before, that kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling that could not be explained but existed.
But suddenly one day, her feeling disappeared and never appeared again.
She didn't know what was going on, she just felt panicked, and she always felt like something important was leaving her.
But she couldn't tell anyone.
She knew that once she revealed that she was no longer lucky, the attitude in the family would change immediately.
Her special treatment would disappear and she would become one of the unpopular girls in the family, working alongside them and eating the smallest portions of food...
Such a life was completely unimaginable to her.
"Fu Bao, when are you going to bring some meat to our family? There's not enough oil or water in what we eat recently, and the children don't have enough to eat either."
What are you afraid of? Mrs. Chen across the street asked her with a smile on her face, holding her three-month-old son.
Fu Bao felt disgusted in his heart, but he still looked at her with a blank expression on his face, and said in an innocent tone, "Second Aunt, do you want to eat meat? You can buy it with money. Isn't there a meat seller in the county?"
"Hey, I mean, the kind that doesn't cost money. Didn't Fu Bao often bring back pheasants and rabbits in the past? Why are there no more now?" Mrs. Chen simply asked.
She was old when she gave birth, and her diet was poor, so her milk was not enough for the baby, so it was the time when she needed milk. But who would have thought that Fubao had never been brought back even once in the past six months!