Reborn Primitive Age

Chapter 690 Printing

After running for a distance with Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun, Gong Liang stopped.

The little guy pouted, "Dong Dong" beat the drum and said dissatisfiedly: "Papa, I want to play drums with them."

Yuan Gungun also yelled, "Gongliang, I want to play the piano with them."

Gong Liang glared at it. With his poor pipa skills, he was ashamed to play the piano with others, and he was not afraid of being laughed at.But on the street, it's not easy to quarrel with this idiot, so I had to persuade: "We still have something to do today, come to play some other day, Mi Gu, you are the same."

When Yuan Gungun heard what Gongliang said, he stopped barking.Migu listened to Papa very much, so he stopped talking.

Great Xia Dragon City can be said to have gathered the top elite figures in Great Xia.

Because of this, there are many literati and scholars in the city, and new poems and articles appear almost every day, and every few days there is an elegant meeting for literati to recite poems, write poems and discuss articles.

The host of the Yahui will inevitably record the good poems and articles at the meeting, print and publish a book, spread the reputation of the Yahui and the participants, and win good reputation for each other.

People who came to the imperial capital and wanted to claim fame would inevitably write down their articles and poems, print them into books and publish them, and promote themselves.

These few factors have made the printing industry in Longcheng very developed, and there is even an alley that is doing printing from beginning to end.

Gongliang came to the alley, found the largest printing house and walked in.With a nine-colored tail, a pair of wings, and a golden vertical hair Migu, as well as a chubby and fluffy chubby, he is extraordinary at first glance.The head of the printing company who was busy inside hastily stepped forward to push away the guy who wanted to greet the guests, and said courteously, "My lord, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I have a book printed, how long do you think it will take to print it?" Gong Liang took out the written "Stone Monkey Seeking Taolu" to him.

The head of the printing house looked at the densely packed text on a thick stack of paper, and asked, "I wonder how much you need to print, sir?"

"Print a thousand copies first!"

"Stone Monkey Seeking Taolu" has a total of more than 200 million words, and he plans to distribute it in five volumes, each volume is one volume, that is, [-] volumes.

He intends to print a little to test the waters first, and if it sells well, it won't be too late to print again.

"A thousand copies?"

The head of the printing house looked at the astonishingly thick "Stone Monkey Seeking Taolu" in his hand, and his eyebrows twitched slightly, wondering: "To tell you the truth, if you only print the book, the speed is very fast. It's just that you need to engrave the engraving before printing the book. It will take a long time to print and bind it into a book after printing. Besides, there are so many characters in your book and you need to engrave a lot of engravings. The book ordered by the guests has to be printed first, and then it will be your turn, so I am afraid that your book will not be printed in a short time."

"How long will it take?" Gong Liang frowned.

"About three months."

Gong Liang couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding? It took more than three months to print such a small number of books?"

The head of the printing shop smiled wryly and said: "I don't dare to make such a joke with the young master. I have said too much for more than three months. If there is an error in the engraving when printing the book, it has to be replaced and re-engraved. The time may be delayed. I guess Not only half a year?"

In Gongliang's previous life, printing a book was a matter of seconds, so why bother.

Unexpectedly, it would take so long to get here, which is completely inconsistent with his plan!

Seeing that Gongliang was silent, the manager knew that he thought it would take a long time, so he said: "The time spent on printing the book is mainly engraving. If you think it takes too long, you can ask the immortal teacher to help, but the price is very high. And what I want is spirit stones. With so many words like son, it is estimated that it will cost 20 yuan of spirit stones."

"Mid-grade?"

The manager smiled and said, "How dare you ask for so many, only 20 yuan of low-grade spirit stones are enough."

20 yuan low-grade spirit stone is completely acceptable.

"Then find someone to engrave it. His spirit stone will not be missing. But I want to include a few pages of portraits in the book. I don't know if the person in charge knows better painters. The price is not a problem, but the craftsmanship must be good."

What he looks like now is simply the best example of a fool who gets money quickly.

"Not to mention anything else in Longcheng, there are many people who are good painters. Don't worry about this young master, I will take the book to the immortal master to carve the engraving first, and then invite someone to paint after the engraving. What do you think?"

Gong Liang nodded slightly, and asked again: "How many days will the engraving be ready?"

"I'll send it to the immortal master for engraving. It usually takes a day or two. But the characters are too small, and the young master has carved too many. I'm afraid it will take seven days to complete."

"Seven days is seven days, I will come back when the time comes."

"Alright, I don't know the size of the book, young master, so I can tell the fairy master when it is small."

The size is the size of a book.Gongliang discussed with the head of the printing company, and decided to print a larger size, so that more characters could be printed, so that when it was time to print, it would be unsightly to print a bunch of books with more than 200 million characters.Gongliang specially gave a specification, which is 28.8 cm long and 18.8 cm wide.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows what this number means.

After the discussion, Gong Liang left a deposit and turned around to leave.

The corner of his eyes glanced at the printing shop, and saw the worker bent over the engraving block, brushing the paper over and over again, covered in ink, and finally couldn't help but said: "Boss, are you stupid, why would you want to engrave the entire page into characters?" Printing, can’t it be carved into characters first, and then typesetting and printing? This saves money, trouble and effort, isn’t it a hundred times better than your printing?”

The head of the printing house was taken aback when he heard the words, a light seemed to flash in his mind, but he was still a little confused.

Out of intuition, he felt that Gongliang said something serious, so he hurriedly invited him inside, and respectfully asked, "I didn't understand just now, please, young master, please say it again."

Gongliang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he directly took out a piece of wood from the space, cut it into several squares, and carved the words "Five Blessings, Hundred Blessings, Family Portrait" on it, and then asked someone to fetch ink, paint it on, and line it up neatly on the on paper.

In an instant, the ink words "Five Blessings, One Blessings, Family Portrait" appeared on the paper.

Printing Palm felt as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt.

In his mind, the printed engraving blocks were decomposed into squares engraved with characters, which were arranged in rows to form different articles.This method of engraving into squares for typesetting and printing is much more flexible and trouble-free than engraving, and the most important thing is that it can save costs and benefit more scholars.

In this way, the printing industry has gained favor, and the business is booming.

At that time, the master will see that his position may be mentioned.

Thinking of his pride, the head of the printing company was so excited that he danced like crazy.

Gongconscience said: This guy must not be suffering from epilepsy!

Seeing him dancing and dancing, Mi Gu felt like a zombie he met in Cangwu County, so he puffed his mouth, ready to spit out at any time.It suddenly occurred to him that Shuishui couldn't deal with zombies, so he prepared with both hands, puffed his mouth, and moved the Tiangu to his chest, ready to deal with zombies at any time.

Yuan Gungun also felt that the printing business was like a zombie, so he quietly took out the jasper bamboo, ready to start playing.In Cangwu County, it showed its power as a panda and killed several zombies.

After a while, the director came back to his senses, only to realize that he was a little carried away.Suddenly remembered something, stood up quickly, and walked to Gongliang's side.

From Mi Gu's point of view, this guy wanted to catch his poop, so he immediately spit out the saliva he had prepared for a long time, and beat the drum.

"dong dong dong"

Fortunately, the Tiangu is just an ordinary drum sound. If the Tianyin is soul-stirring, then the printing office will be finished.Even so, he couldn't move because of Migu's saliva.

"what"

Yuan Gungun leaped up, holding the jasper jade bamboo in his hand and chopping down the mountains with a stick.

This stick, carrying the sound of hunting wind, is extremely fast and fierce. If it is hit, it is estimated that the head of the printing company will be blown, red and white will appear randomly.

Seeing that something was wrong, Gongliang hurriedly grabbed the jasper bamboo that had been chopped down by Yuantuo.Sha Shi, hands numb.This idiot grew bigger and bigger, the more he ate, the fatter he became, and his strength became stronger and stronger.Luckily, he reacted quickly and summoned up his true energy to withstand it, otherwise this hand would definitely be useless.

Seeing Gongliang stop him, Yuan Gungun said anxiously, "Gongliang, he's a zombie."

"He's not a zombie." Gong Liang said helplessly.

"He's a zombie." Mi Gu also said earnestly beside him: "Papa, his hands and feet were moving around just now, just like a zombie, I've seen it occasionally."

"He was too excited, that's why he was like that, not a zombie." Gong Liang explained.

"He's a zombie. Zombies are all like him. I've beaten several of them." Yuan Gungun yelled.

"He's not a zombie, he's a human. Didn't I talk to him a lot when I came in just now? How can a zombie talk, and a zombie doesn't breathe. Do you think he's breathing?" Gongliang asked the two guys helplessly. explained.

Mi Gu recalled the zombies he saw in Cangwu County, observed again, and found that the head of the printing company was really breathing, so he believed that he was really not a zombie.

Yuan Gungun thought for a while, and it seemed like this, so he put away the jasper bamboo and quietly stayed beside it.

Seeing that the two guys stopped fighting, Gong Liang asked Mi Gu to poison the saliva of the printing office.

As soon as the director was able to move, he jumped to Gongliang's side and looked at Migu nervously, for fear that this little thing would spit out his face again.

To be honest, he was quite knowledgeable, but nothing was as terrifying as today.Just now he felt as if he was dead, but he was not completely dead. His body was motionless, but his eyes could still see and his ears could still hear. No one knew what kind of suffering it was, no one could understand.

Seeing the frightened look on the head's face, Gong Liang smiled and said, "Don't worry, she won't spit casually."

Hearing his promise, the manager walked out from him, bowed his head again, and said: "Young master, please pass this method on to my printing company."

"Didn't I already teach you?" Gong Liang asked in surprise.

"The little one means please pass on this method to my printing company, my lord, and don't pass it on to others. The little one will report to the master's family, and let the master buy this method with a lot of money, and print and sell books for you for free. Spread the good name of the young master throughout Daxia."

The head of the printing company believes that in the face of fame and fortune, few people would refuse such a good job.

(End of this chapter)