After the shopkeeper Ji had paid the account, and it was almost noon, Cui Xie invited him and the clerk to stay for a light meal. Although the shopkeeper Ji is a hired worker in his shop, but because he is a good citizen and he is so old, he can also sit and drink with the master's family, while the waiter is entertained by Cui Yuan and his son in the wing room.
The lunch was made by Zhang's mother, and prepared white wine and local brewed grape wine. According to the wine, there were several new fruits and smoked dried tofu, pickled spring bamboo shoots, fresh ginkgo, new walnuts, and red shad brought from Beijing. Wait for the side dishes. The main dishes are freshly made fried shredded pork, fried eel segments, chicken radish balls and stewed elbows, four meat dishes, as well as various kinds of stir-fried meat and fresh vegetables, and finally a milky white crucian carp soup.
Cui Xie asked the shopkeeper Ji to drink white wine, poured a small amount of wine by himself, and sipped a few sips with him, but he didn't drink much. The wine they bought was not fermented with the natural yeast on the grape skins, but with the addition of yeast to make wine. Although the wine produced was sweet and sour, it didn't taste like the one he drank in modern times. Even the homemade wine sold on the Internet is not as good as the wine.
The shopkeeper doesn't drink much either.
In fact, he has been very restrained since sitting at this table, Cui Xie poured him a glass of wine before drinking a glass of wine, and only eating a piece of meat with a chopstick.
He is also an old man, and it is unbearable to watch him suffer so much. But Cui Xie couldn't turn around and left him to eat by himself, so he had to talk to ease the embarrassment: "I don't know the rules of publishing, and I don't have much money to invest in engraving books. Can someone who is old in this industry teach me?"
The shopkeeper Ji was much more comfortable talking to him than eating. He quickly put down his chopsticks and replied respectfully: "If you talk about printing books, the little old man has a few ideas in his chest. The easiest way is to wrap a Boat, go by sea to buy the Masha version of Jianyang. There are many bookstores in Jianyang, and books are cheap. Since the Song Dynasty, it has been the place where books have been circulated in the world. It’s just that Qian’an is too far away from there. If you buy his books, it is too inconvenient to transport. , you can buy his engraved version and print it back, just add a badge of Zhirong study, and it will be our own after printing."
He spoke with a lot of energy, and when it came to his enthusiasm, he dared to pick up the cup and put it on his lips to drink more.
Cui Xie put a stick of ham for him, and when he saw him eating, he held the wine glass and asked, "What kind of books are the Masha edition books? Are they authorized by the imperial court? The person who wrote the book also allowed him to be bought by others and reprinted. ?"
He wanted to ask about copyright issues, but after he finished speaking, he remembered that there was no copyright in the Ming Dynasty—it didn’t even exist until the Republic of China—and had to ask the government and the original author instead.
The shopkeeper Ji smiled and said, "Those who write books just write books, and those who print books are in charge of printing them. We can print whatever we want. Where are there so many rules? Isn't all of Ma Sha's books carved according to other people's books? As long as it doesn't print those slanderous books and disrespectful articles, the imperial court doesn't care. Don't worry, young master, I'm old enough to do this, and if I look at the edition with my eyes, I'll know if this book is illegal or not!"
Is that so? But he saw that the inner page of the rap lyrics printed by Yongshuntang clearly printed "the Tibetan version of this ya, the translation and engraving will be investigated for thousands of miles".
Cui Xie had reservations about his opinion, but when he saw that he was happy to talk, he forgot to be cautious, so he poured him another glass of wine and a few chopsticks of side dishes, and let him talk while eating.
The alcohol content is high, and ordinary people do not often drink it. Ji the shopkeeper drank a few more glasses, and he was overwhelmed with alcohol. He completely let go of his body and said incessantly, "When we had money in the store, we would go to the ceremony room of Shuntian Mansion every year to copy the ink rolls from that year, in such a small place in our county. It can sell two or three hundred copies, and it can be reprinted in one edition. Some people buy old articles from many years ago. A thin copy can be sold for one or two silvers, and once he prints it, he has more than half a year's income!"
Cui Xie couldn't help but think of the box full of inks from all over the case that Master Liu gave him, and took a deep breath: The things that Master Liu gave him is really precious - although he probably made a lot of money from it himself.
Moreover, the publishing industry in Daming is not taxed. As long as you have the ability to print and sell it, it doesn't matter how much you earn. It is more expensive and more affordable than other business.
But not long after he passed through, the integrity has not been assimilated by the local publishing industry staff in Daming, and he did not intend to use the words that others specially collected and sent to him to make money.
But it’s not just printing ink to make money. The shopkeeper Ji said: “The novels sold well, and “Three Kingdoms” was especially good, but it’s a pity that “Water Margin” has been copied and banned, otherwise it would be better to sell. There are embroidered images in the book. It sells better than the ones without embroidery. At that time, our family hired painters from Yongping Prefecture to paint 'Taoyuan Jieyi', 'Lu Bu Playing Diaochan', 'Three Gus Grass Reeds'... The cost is It's big, but the money back is fast, and it sold four or five hundred copies, and even the illiterate people are willing to buy and read the paintings!"
He even drank a few cups, and his face became drunk, and his eyes were shining brightly at Cui Xie, as if he was looking at Yinzi: "Young master, you are also a scholar, don't you know how to write that novel and story book? Our own family. Write your own seal, sell the book to other places, and people all over the world will buy it, so wouldn't you also become a genius like Shi Naian and Luo Guanzhong?"
Cui Xie nodded, brought the pot of wine in front of him, filled him with a bowl of fish soup to warm his stomach, got up and called out: "Put the inkstone, go and ask Mama Zhang to make a sober soup, plan. The shopkeeper drank too much."
Didn't he read the novels of Ming and Qing Dynasties before he crossed over? In the words of the Ming Dynasty, this novel had to write several lines just for the opening words! He has read so many books, the only opening sentence that he can memorize is Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal". He has also read "Journey to the West" and "A Dream of Red Mansions" several times. The opening remarks of the people down.
Can't even memorize it, let him write it himself? Is it not good for him to study and study flat water rhyme for that time
Let the shopkeeper Ji wake up the bar.
The task of writing the book still had to be handed over to the genius of the Ming Dynasty. He, a traveler, wasting his time on this was putting the cart before the horse. His real advantage is not in the dozens of online novels on the hard drive, but in the future book packaging knowledge that has developed hundreds of years more than this era.
That's right, packaging.
A good article is not easy to make, but a beautiful cover, inner pages and illustrations can make a book that is not very beautiful to arouse people's desire to buy.
When he was very young, he bought pirated teaching and supplementary books for the beautiful cartoon portraits on the book covers. When he grew up, he was attracted by the exquisite book covers and coloring pages, and bought several expensive but not practical design books. Shopkeeper Ji also said that embroidered images are better than text books, which means that readers of ancient and modern times have similar preferences, and pictures are more impactful than words, making people more willing to pay for them.
If there was an activity to buy pictures of snack collections in the Ming Dynasty, it might also cause a wave of buying.
Copying books is so difficult, someone like him with golden fingers doesn't need to do it at all! In the chemistry books, there are printing techniques of overprinting, stenciling and arching that were developed in the late Ming Dynasty, and the bookstore has signed a lot of craftsmen who can engraving. customer book
Cui Xie made up his mind, went back to the table to eat some vegetables, and occasionally sipped a sip of wine that was not very good, slowly unfolding a blueprint for the future in his heart.
It didn't take long for Zhang's mother to bring in orange soup to sober them up, as well as a large bowl of hot noodle soup. The soup is boiled thick chicken soup. I don't know what is in the noodles. The noodles themselves have a salty and fresh taste. When you sip the tip of your tongue, the umami melts in your mouth.
The alcohol that rushed to his face from his stomach was also washed away by the fragrant noodle soup. His spirit was unprecedentedly full, and he was abruptly interrupted just after signing the tripartite agreement.
After lunch was over, when the shopkeeper Ji and the guy said goodbye to him, he walked up to the two of them and said with a smile, "Let's go together. I also want to see what our bookstore looks like."
The guy's face was slightly stiff, and he glanced at the shopkeeper. But the shopkeeper Ji was blushing, and he was still drinking, and said repeatedly: "Let's go, young master, take a look at our study, that shop is on the back street of the mansion, the best place in Xicheng!"
Cui Yuan immediately got into the car and pulled them all to the Zhirong study.
He never entered this door when he was young, and only saw it from a distance outside, but he remembered that the store was bright and tidy, with books piled high on the shelves, and many readers stood in the store and read, or copied in front of the bookshelf . But now, goodbye, this store has added a lot of outdated atmosphere, and the books on the shelves are also empty, but there are only a few books such as Four Books and Five Classics, Rhyme House, Ancient Poems and Banknotes, etc., there are only a few scattered books in the store. A copywriter is here.
Cui Xie had never seen anything before, and he felt good to see such a store, so he stepped forward first.
There was only one guy in the store watching, and since there were no customers and he was not very dedicated, he was half asleep with a whisk to chase away flies. The guy went up and shouted and asked him to get up to meet the young master, but the guy didn't lift his eyelids, and said lazily: "Little shopkeeper, we have nothing to eat, so what are we going to be the owner. The next one soon... "
The guy's face flushed, and he hurried up to cover his mouth, scolding in a low voice, "You're going to die, this is our young master, the one who is honored by the imperial court!"
The guy finally came to his senses, trembling all over, winking at him and complaining: "Why did you call the young master's house at this time, it's good to hide it in front of you, the family member is making trouble today, and this business is not easy to mess with, This morning, I fell and smashed, scratching my face and picking my nose—what a big show!"
The voices of the two of them were extremely low, but Cui Xie didn't hear them, but seeing that the shopkeeper Ji's face was flushed and his eyes were aching, he asked him where the bedroom was and wanted to help him in to rest.
This store has two floors, and there is a yard at the back. Originally, the backyard should be where the guys lived. The shopkeeper Ji pointed upstairs, Cui Xie saw that the two guys were busy talking, so he asked Peng Yan to help him to help him up, and sent him to a room on the right hand side of the second floor.
Just after putting down the people, I heard a smashing sound outside the window, and a shrill cry came from the courtyard: "I am the daughter of a good family in Luanzhou, and it was this thief who beheaded Wang Xiangzhen who raped me and took me into captivity. Come to the county, tell those idiots and thief wives to watch me and not tell me to run! When Gao Lin heard it, he reported the thief to the officials for me, and told the old master to beat him to death with a big stick!"