People in Datang have been expelled from school

Chapter 137 God Blind

This Dream of the Red Chamber is also a volume of [-] articles. It has been half a month since the last White Snake was passed on, and another Dream of the Red Chamber has come.

I have already read the story of The Legend of the White Snake. The story seems absurd, but it is just a poignant love story. There are many things in this world that are not recognized by people, and some feelings are very empathetic.

If the Legend of the White Snake is just a story, but reading this Dream of the Red Chamber, there is a different feeling.

The stories told in this book have a beautiful poignancy and irony.

Decaying bureaucracy, ethics and the irony of the morals of the world.

Many good things in this book have been ruined by evil, and the content in it is not too much about good and good, but more about the influence of people's hearts.

Fang Xuanling put down the book after reading half of it, and thought about it for a long time.

After leaving the house, Fang Xuanling came all the way to Jingyang.

The village is still the same quiet.

I was able to enter here only after I told the village guard my identity.

Li Zheng saw Fang Xuanling enthusiastically soaking wolfberries in white as a treat.

Fang Xuanling was not in the mood to sit down and asked, "Li Zheng, I ask you, where did the story of the Dream of the Red Chamber come from?"

"This is..."

Li Zheng thought about it...

Fang Xuanling stared at Li Zheng's expression, "Don't try to fool this old man with that Taoist priest who wanted to kill you at your door."

"It was actually written by Mr. Cao."

"Mr. Cao, which Mr. Cao?"

"Eh... you won't know each other even if you tell me." Li Zheng asked, "Has the Prime Minister eaten?"

"The old man has eaten." Fang Xuanling looked towards a new workshop in the distance and asked, "Is this the place where you print your books?"

"Yes, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Xuanling walked towards the printing workshop.

What happened to Fang Xuanling today, how he spoke as if he had taken gunpowder.

Arriving at the book printing workshop, which is much larger than the brewery, Fang Xuanling stood outside and looked at it.

Li Zheng stepped forward and asked, "Fang Xiang is also interested in printing books."

Looking at the rolls of paper hanging outside, Fang Xuanling picked up a roll of dried paper and asked, "What is the cost of this paper?"

"It's not expensive, such a volume is only a few pennies." Li Zheng said.

How much is a roll of paper as big as a millstone?
Fang Xuanling breathed heavily and asked again: "You are telling the truth."

The aunt in the village on the side saw the old guy asking Li Zheng with a bad expression.

She stepped forward and said, "I said, you old guy is asking us what Li Zheng is doing?"

A large sheet of paper hangs in the open space of the village.

Each roll of paper is the same thickness and weight.

Li Zheng looked at Fang Xuanling and looked at the papers, laughing and standing still, "What's wrong with Fang Xuanling?"

Fang Xuanling came with a roll of paper and said, "Li Zheng, I ask you, how do you make this paper?"

"You said this, it's all some folk remedies."

"Remedy? Don't fool the old man!"

Li Zheng took Fang Xuanling to the place where the pulp was soaked. There were more than a dozen water tanks for mixing the pulp.

Li Zheng picked up some pulp that was still a bit mushy and said: "Actually, it's not difficult. The reason why this kind of paper is so tough is that I use trees, hemp rope, and some plant ash... As for the others, they are commercial secrets. That's a lot to say."

"Returning commercial secrets? Is this also how you make money?"

Fang Xuanling pointed to Li Zheng and scolded with a smile: "Do you know that this stuff is beneficial to the country and the people, if such books are popularized, how many scholars will there be in Datang?"

"The Prime Minister is right."

Looking at Li Zheng, Fang Xuanling nodded and went to the printing workshop again.

Looking at everything here, several villagers turned the drum, and the pages of the book were printed out one by one.

Dozens of pages were printed in half a stick of incense.

Seeing Fang Xuanling looking around like an uninformed villager, Li Zheng explained: "In fact, we only print one page with one machine, and print dozens of pages of the same content on one page, and then change the typeface to print the second page. , and then the pages are bound separately."

Fang Xuanling didn't come back to his senses, and just watched the content keep coming out page after page. This kind of rubbing is really fast.

"Housekeeper?"

After returning to Shenfang Xuanling asked, "How many volumes can be published in a day?"

"I plan to expand the scale of hundreds of volumes, but I am short of money on hand. I don't know if the housekeeper is interested in providing some business."

"Business, what business?"

Li Zheng glanced around, and whispered to Fang Xuanling, "Mr. Fang likes reading, right?"

Fang Xuanling nodded.

Li Zheng then whispered: "Those bamboo slips are heavy in your hands, aren't they?"

Fang Xuanling still nodded, "It's true that your paper books are more comfortable and light to use."

Li Zhengyi patted his thigh and said, "That's great. I have the goods if you need them. Let's hit it off. How about some business?"

"..."

Fang Xuanling rubbed her temples, why did she hit it off immediately, why did she talk about doing business?

What was the old man looking for this kid just now?

Li Zheng went on to say: "If Fang Xiang needs rubbings of the articles in the bamboo slips into books, just come to me. I will give you a [-]% discount for our acquaintances! How about it? It only costs eight cents per page."

Fang Xuanling thought for a while, "It is possible."

"Let's sign, draw and deposit, and pay on delivery. I don't accept credit for this small business. The price is fair and honest, and the conscience of heaven and earth!"

There was another wry smile, and Fang Xuanling wondered why this kid said these words so proficiently?
He is obviously a kid in his teens, but why does he look like an old idiot who has been in the market for more than ten years?
After signing and signing, Fang Xuanling asked: "Li Zheng, this printing house still has this new paper, don't let him take the secret recipe!"

"I know."

Fang Xuanling squinted at Li Zheng's expression and said, "Do you really understand what I mean?"

What do books determine?How many scholars will decide this Datang?
Paper is nothing, this movable type printing is definitely a high voltage line.

If you use this thing well, you can make yourself rich.

If this thing is not used well, it will also make your head fall to the ground.

For example, if this thing fell into Wu Xing's hands, the consequences would be disastrous.

Li Zheng whispered to him: "Fang Xiang, if this secret recipe is taken away by others, how can I make money?"

Fang Xuanling sighed, not knowing whether this kid was really stupid or not.

Before leaving, Fang Xuanling hesitated for a while whether to tell this kid about the book Dream of the Red Chamber.

There are too many ironies in the content of Dream of Red Mansions, and I am afraid that some scholars will criticize Li Zheng countless times.

But looking at what this kid said, he is just a kid who only thinks about how to make money.

Contentment is a blessing, a person who only loves money but not power, let alone his own reputation.

Being silly is sometimes a blessing.

Fang Xuanling lamented that maybe he was not as good as Li Zheng, a child who wanted to understand, and Li Zheng, who lived to understand.

(End of this chapter)