Jiang Pengji is not a good student who loves learning, but she respects and awes all professionals in the field of education.
Throughout the ages, human history has experienced ups and downs several times, but no matter how tragic wars they have experienced, they can always rebuild civilization on top of the ruins at the fastest speed. protection of.
The seeds of civilization still exist, and it will eventually bloom the most splendid flowers and bones on the ruins.
With Cheng Cheng's ambition, Jiang Pengji naturally respects and yearns for it.
Civilization is never unique to one family, it is the unique racial wealth of the human race.
Although Cheng Cheng didn't think so deeply and didn't think so far, his thoughts were eclectic. His eyes not only saw the present, but also thought about the inheritance of civilization. Based on this alone, he was more precious than most aristocratic families nowadays. Much better.
Jiang Pengji thought for a while, then smiled and tried, "I don't know if Uncle Cheng is willing to give up his love, and borrow a few copies for the little nephew to transcribe?"
The aristocratic family regards books as their lifeblood. Unless they have a good relationship, they will not lend them out easily, let alone transcribe them.
Cheng Cheng was very generous, but this man was a little childish, so he also smiled.
"It's okay to do it, but you have to exchange it for something." Cheng Cheng stroked his neatly trimmed beard and said, "Bamboo slips are easy to get wet, heavy and difficult to store, and every time you find that there are slips eaten by insects, It hurts so much. I heard that paper in Hejian is hard to find. If it is written on bamboo paper, it is light and easy to keep... I heard that the workshop was your mother's dowry?"
Mrs. Cheng Cheng, who was sitting in the carriage, almost gritted her silver teeth in anger when she heard her husband's nonsense.
"Lanting don't want to listen to this man, his treasures are not worth a lot of money." Mrs. Cheng Cheng unceremoniously lifted her husband's old bottom, and said in a shy tone, "If you like which one, just tell your aunt. Well, you don't need to listen to your uncle Cheng's words."
Cheng Cheng blushed, secretly wanting to apologize to his wife, or give him two points in front of the younger generation.
Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing when she saw their husband and wife interacting.
"The papermaking workshop is indeed my mother's dowry. The amount of paper produced every year is limited, and most of them are ordered to each household. If Uncle Cheng likes it, the little nephew will ask the housekeeper to leave you a few knives and send it to the house..."
Hearing her say this, Cheng Cheng couldn't help but sigh, and hurriedly explained.
"Lanting is a misunderstanding. No matter how unreasonable my uncle is, he still wants this old face. How can he take advantage of a junior? My uncle originally meant that if you take these books back and transcribe them, help uncle to transcribe a copy by the way. The cost of the paper, pen and ink used is calculated according to the market price. There are more and more books, and my uncle is getting older, and I don’t know how long I can take care of them.”
Not to mention that bamboo slips are heavy and difficult to preserve, they have high requirements on the storage environment, otherwise they will become moldy or moth-eaten.
Almost every one of these tens of thousands of bamboo slips has been re-bound, because the handwriting is illegible due to dampness and mildew.
When transcribing, it is inevitable that mistakes or omissions will occur. In order to ensure that the content of the book is good, he always has to go back and forth to compare it several times, and then let several sons help proofread it. After confirming that it is correct, it will be re-edited.
Since the advent of bamboo paper, he has also thought about changing the bamboo slips and replacing them with paper.
It's just that the scale of the papermaking workshop has not been expanded, and the paper produced every year is almost monopolized by several gentry, and he can't order it at all.
This sucks.
Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes and replied with a smile, "My nephew can't make out this handwriting, you can see it for yourself. If you bring it to my uncle, wouldn't it be a banquet? Why don't you do this? My nephew provides pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and my uncle has more. I will transcribe a copy and give it to my nephew. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are provided free of charge, and the right should be given to my uncle to polish the pen... "
Cheng Cheng was choked by her, and his mind almost didn't turn around.
Before Jiang Pengji finished speaking, a sachet flew towards her head, and she raised her hand to grab it to avoid suffering.
"Rude, what kind of character is your Uncle Cheng, how can you make such a joke?"
Liu She's face was cold, he threw the sachet out.
Cheng Cheng quickly stopped and teased Liu She, "What is Zhongqing angry about? But is he angry that his son made a loss-making business?"
Even though Cheng Cheng didn't pay much attention to the common affairs, he also knew how expensive Hejian bamboo paper was.
If you want to copy the tens of thousands of bamboo slips, the bamboo paper consumed is not a small amount.
Of course, many of his books are unique and unique, and in terms of value, they are actually not low.
Liu She said, "Wen Fu misunderstood. Bamboo paper is expensive to sell outside, but it doesn't cost much for his family to use it. This kid is confused today, and he wants to exchange some paper for Wen Fu's full collection of books, such a black heart. The merchants of the world have never heard of them, and they have never seen them before.”
Cheng Cheng laughed and stroked Jiang Pengji's beard, "Tiger fathers have no dog sons, and there is the style of fathers."
Liu She: "..."
He believed that Cheng Cheng scolded people very badly. He just said that Jiang Pengji was a black-hearted profiteer, but Cheng Cheng turned his head and taunted him even more.
No... Who are the father and daughter
Seeing Cheng Cheng and his daughter standing on the same front, Liu She suddenly felt that he was not a person inside or outside.
so tired.
For Jiang Pengji's half-joking words, Cheng Cheng should be very happy.
"Okay, nephew, as long as you send enough bamboo paper tubes, when uncle finishes copying, I will send you a copy. It's worth the money."
Jiang Pengji's face turned red, and she felt a little embarrassed in her heart.
Bamboo paper is terribly expensive to outsiders, but my family knows their own affairs and is not worth much at all.
With such a small amount of paper, tens of thousands of volumes of precious books can be exchanged. This business is simply unprofitable. Even Jiang Pengji feels a little shameless... But Cheng Cheng responded so generously, without the slightest displeasure, This made her feel a lot.
Actually, Cheng Cheng also felt a little embarrassed, feeling that he had taken advantage of the younger generation.
He was not a person who cherished himself, and he treasured those books, but if others wanted to borrow and transcribe them, he would happily agree.
However, if you copy one more copy, you can exchange for countless precious bamboo papers, and you don’t have to worry about the preservation of books in the future, and you can solve your worries. It seems that both parties have suffered losses.
In other words, the value of some things cannot be measured by gold and silver.
"Thank you uncle, my nephew will definitely cherish it."
Cheng Cheng stroked his beard and smiled. For a book lover, there is nothing more pleasing to him than this promise.