The reeds swayed in the wind, and the armored soldiers on both sides of the bank were a little far apart. They gradually stopped listening to the screams on the ship.
"Quick, quick, swim over."
The captains and captains of the team were roaring, and even those who could swim were swimming desperately towards the boat in the river.
Zhang Ling and several Taoist officials were watching among the reeds with solemn faces. It was no wonder that the people at the time didn't realize that troops and individuals were completely different things. A few people had Taoism, so it shouldn't be too easy to hide it.
The boat lost control and flowed downward along the river. Many soldiers swam desperately to catch up.
There were corpses everywhere on the ship's deck, blood was still flowing down like a stream, and the river was dyed red.
Pei Ziyun seemed to be inexplicably unhappy. He walked to the side of the ship and took off the Xiao from his waist. The Xiao was crystal clear with natural lines and started to play.
The sound of the whistle is low and ups and downs, which seems to be in condolences, but also has the meaning of looking down on the Spring and Autumn period, as well as persistence.
Everyone is their own protagonist.
Zhang Hu, whose name I heard just now, is extremely powerful in spear skills, but judging from the situation, he is just an expert. Pei Ziyun doesn't think that talented people can rise to the top, but he doesn't know how much it will cost to practice such martial arts. The hard work, the sweat.
And when a war breaks out, as long as such people don't die, they can rise through the ranks through military exploits.
Maybe his future is to be a general star.
Not to mention Hoop.
But such a person will have nothing after death. Because of this, he is more persistent. With this thought, the Xiao Sheng becomes deeper.
At this time, a team was leading a few people who were good at swimming. They had already grabbed the edge of the boat and climbed up with a knife in their mouths. There were some cuts in their mouths and blood flowed out. Listening to the roar, the veins on their necks bulged and even more He climbed up with all his strength: "How dare you, thief, humiliate me like this!"
After the song ended, several armored soldiers climbed onto the deck, shouted, and surrounded Pei Ziyun. Their long knives shone coldly in the sun.
"Kill!" Dui Zheng shouted, his face ferocious.
"Thunder!" A flash of lightning flashed, followed by sword light, heads and stumps flying. Pei Ziyun took out a silver wine flask from his arms, raised his head and took a sip. The aroma of the wine overflowed, and it appeared in front of Hu Pu again. After pouring half a circle, he said: "Hu Pu, you have a good journey."
With that said, Pei Ziyun glanced at the armored soldier who continued to climb up, then stepped down and landed on the water.
The boat was not far away. Pei Ziyun walked on the water and landed on the boat in just a few steps. At this time, someone got on the boat and screamed and roared, and another soldier turned and swam hard towards Pei Ziyun.
Pei Ziyun nodded, and the boat slid quickly on the water.
Although Zhang Ling in the reeds was secretly hostile, seeing this graceful appearance, he couldn't help but secretly admire him. He was an earthly immortal. He was otherworldly and far from ordinary people. He couldn't help but have a thought: "Don't eat grains, walk on the clouds, and travel to and from the mountains. Long-lived and long-sighted, the appearance of heaven and man.”
Just thinking like this, he let out a long sigh. If he hadn't entered the imperial court and become a Taoist official, he might have had a chance based on his talent. After thinking about it like this, his expression turned gloomy. His foundation was set and there was no way out. Maybe, but don’t be delusional.
After thinking about it, he turned to several stunned Taoist officials: "Why don't you record the entire process and submit it to the court?"
Shentang County·Lingyun Bookstore
The commercial port is prosperous, with miles of long streets and a dazzling array of shops. Moreover, the literary style here is flourishing, there are many scholars, there are many bookstores (bookstores), and of course there are supporting bookstores.
This bookstore has been bought, and it is very spacious inside. The carpenters are continuing to carve wooden boards, and Xinchu is already busy printing. When a page has just taken shape, someone will proofread it, put it together, bind it, and send it over: "Shopkeeper, this book has been bound. ”
The shopkeeper took the book, flipped through a few pages, and nodded: "Okay."
He carried it into a room and saw Ren Wei drinking strong tea with a tired face and bloodshot eyes. The shopkeeper stepped forward and offered it: "Mr. Ren, the third volume is already available."
After hearing this, Ren Wei put down the tea cup: "So fast?"
He took it and looked at it carefully, and smiled for a long time: "It's not bad. There are no typos. You have worked hard. I will reward you with ten taels of silver. Others will wait and their wages will be doubled this month."
"Thank you for the reward!" The shopkeeper was overjoyed and everyone cheered, and was about to leave. Ren Wei suddenly remembered his master's instructions and asked again: "Hang on, I heard that there are not only wooden printing plates but also movable type. Why is our bookstore Is it there?"
"Mr. Ren, there is actually a reason for this." The shopkeeper had been working in the industry for twenty years, so he stayed on even if he changed his employer. He laughed when he heard this.
"There is movable type, but there is no need for it."
Seeing Ren Wei's surprise, the shopkeeper explained carefully: "Wooden movable type will swell when exposed to water, and the layout of the boards will be uneven. Once this is practiced, no one will use it."
"The movable clay type is acceptable, but it has to be fired. There are several or even dozens of commonly used characters. It is not as easy as carving a board. The most important thing is that the movable clay type is fragile."
Ren Wei nodded and asked: "Clay type is fragile, what about copper type and lead type?"
Speaking of this, the shopkeeper smiled even more cheerfully: "This is the work of a bankrupt. Xu Chunqi, the son of a famous family in the previous dynasty, had a family of ten thousand acres, and he was an official. He felt that the copper characters could be passed down for hundreds of years, so he asked the government for permission. The hired workers carved large and small copper characters, and the calligraphy was very exquisite."
"The people were short of copper, so the government minted money. Even five coppers and five lead were collected, melted, re-refined and made into copperware for sale. The money was then sold at a huge profit, forcing the government to lower the quality of the coins."
"It can be seen that folk copper materials are expensive. Xu Chunqi made 200,000 copper characters. It took 11 years, 100,000 taels of silver, and almost all 10,000 acres were sold to complete."
"Although it costs a lot of money, once it's done, you can print the book and get your money back." After hearing this, Ren Wei was secretly surprised and said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Mr. Ren, you don't know the point. Once I tell you, you will understand." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "How many scholars are there in a county or even a state? How many books can be printed?"
"If you print too much, the copper movable type will be able to pay for itself. If you print too little, even the interest will not be enough. As for other states—doesn't transportation cost money?"
"So Xu Chunqi almost starved to death in the end. He took advantage of the court at that time and purchased the entire set of copper movable type at a low price. This is a lesson and joke in the industry."
"As for movable lead type, it can only be said to be cheaper, but it is difficult to make a profit without printing tens of thousands of copies."
"Wood engraving requires carpentry and requires some labor and materials. It also has the disadvantages of being inconvenient to store, having typos that are difficult to correct, and being prone to decay and insect infestation—but it is the most appropriate method."
"Let me tell you clearly, within three thousand copies, this is the lowest cost."
Ren Wei suddenly felt enlightened and nodded repeatedly. To put it simply, the purchasing power was not strong, there was not much printing, and transportation was inconvenient, so even if copper movable type and lead movable type were invented, it would be useless, and anyone who dared to use it would lose everything.
Immediately I thought about replying to my lord: "It seems that my lord's idea is no longer possible."
After solving this problem, Ren Wei said: "In this case, according to the Lord's order, the proofread book will be spread throughout the state immediately."
"Other states must have started work. You are Taoists and it is easy to contact them, so I will make unified arrangements for you." Ren Wei's face condensed and he said to the Taoist: "Also, contacting the storyteller must also be carried out. It is necessary in the early stage Sometimes, you can bribe it, and as long as it spreads, it will be difficult for other storytellers not to follow up."
"Understood!" Taoist Master Songyun Sect also knew the mission and immediately responded.
With the opening of bookstores in various states, countless copies of these books were printed and distributed to various places.
Chunzao County
A man was talking to the storyteller in front of him: "I have a story here that is very exciting. I want you to sing about it."
The storyteller, who had a beard on his face, took the book and looked at it. After a moment, he put the book on the table and stretched out a finger: "One tael of silver."
"Deal" the man said. Seeing that the storyteller agreed so quickly, he couldn't help but regret it.
Scenes like this happen everywhere.
Pingyi County
In a teahouse, the storyteller was ready and said: "Today, we will talk about the incident of the former big money courting Du Zhuangyuan."
He reached out and patted the wood on the table, and suddenly there was a chorus of boos: "Mr. Li, the story of Du Zhuangyuan has been told almost eight hundred times. We don't want to hear this, we want to hear the story of the true king."
"Someone next door has already talked about the true king slaying demons and demon generals. Today this guy went to the countryside. Before he finished talking, we were all impatient to wait."
The listeners had some dissatisfaction on their faces and shouted that Pei Ziyun had led the army to fight in the past and had a greater impact, but except for the war-torn areas, there were many people who were indifferent among the people.
But when it comes to killing enemy generals single-handedly, these are the two most popular scripts that people like to hear - killing officials and women.
Killing officials has been the people's eternal desire, but they can't say it clearly. But now they are killing enemy generals, traitor generals, or killing officials alone. It can be said clearly that the most secret desire of the people is satisfied, and they suddenly become noisy.
The storyteller looked at the listener below and suddenly felt pressure rising up. In fact, he had also read Pei Zhenjun's book, but he was a little dissatisfied. Why did Huang Ershi have one tael of silver but he didn't
I wanted to delay it for a while, but under the pressure, the storyteller immediately stamped his feet in a hurry, thought about what he had read, and added his more than ten years of experience in telling stories, and urgently developed new jokes, and he was drooling. Fei, the crowd below listened intoxicated.
"It is said that the enemy general is several feet tall, with eyes like copper bells, a pointed upper lip, fangs protruding from the bloody mouth, and a string of skeletons hanging around his neck. But he is a boy and girl who has food, and can gain benefits. The magic power is extremely powerful."
At this point, the storyteller grabbed the shock tree and slapped it down hard, shouting angrily: "Dear readers, the real king is from Wu Quxing. He pulled out his sword. This sword is an ancient magic weapon, but it has different teachings - "
The storyteller was eloquent, talking about how to kill demon generals with a sword, and then said: "With the demon soldiers, they killed blood like rivers. There are poems to prove it. He traveled three thousand miles with one body, and one sword can stop a million soldiers."
"Well said." A young man praised loudly and threw a piece of silver on it. The storyteller was overjoyed when he saw it and said loudly: "Thank you for the reward."
He spoke more enthusiastically.
It was said that the young master who just lost the silver was Shen Zhen, whom he had not seen for a long time. At this time, he stopped listening carefully and thought to himself: "I don't want my benefactor to be happy with his grudges and become famous all over the world. In the past, I, Shen Zhen, was unable to help when the army went on an expedition. Now I am When it comes to interception and killing, I am also a powerful person with martial arts skills, so I can also help. My thirty-seven sword skills have reached the 11th level, which is an unprecedented peak, so I am just about to go."
Just as he was thinking about it, a girl sitting in the corner covered her face with a black veil, wearing a bamboo hat, and holding a fox in her hand. Listening to Pei Ziyun killing Han Ziyuan, her face changed slightly, and she lowered her head in thought: " Pei Ziyun was the general who assassinated King Lu? Then I will help King Lu and kill this thief who killed my father."
Thinking about it, he and Shen Zhen stood up almost at the same time. They were both a little surprised, looked at each other, and went out separately.
(End of chapter)