I was the richest man in Da Song

Chapter 46 Movable Type Printing and Mahjong

Li Jianzong and Yang Wenguang thought He Shao was crazy after knowing that He Shao was going to sell tabloids.

"He Fenglang, each tabloid only sells for two pennies? The price of a piece of paper alone costs fifty pennies, so you will lose two pennies for every tabloid!"

"It's not two pennies, plus ink money and labor, I lose at least [-] pennies a day. In the future, if there are too many tabloids, I will lose more, about [-] pennies a day."

"One hundred guan per day and three thousand guan per month. Congratulations. It won't take long for you to go from scratch to penniless."

He Shao pretended not to hear Li Jianzong's sarcasm, and leisurely half-lyed on the chair, doing this money-losing business in a relaxed and happy manner.

"Let's not talk about how much you can pay, do you know how many people need to transcribe [-] tabloids?" Yang Wenguang was worried for He Shao.

"Transcription? Can't I print it?"

"You have different tabloids every day. Do you have to engrave a different plate every day? It won't work!"

"Yun Niang came in and showed these two young masters our new invention"

He Shao called out, and a beautiful figure walked in gracefully. Li Jianzong and Yang Wenguang were originally denouncing He Shao collectively, but soon their eyes were attracted by Yun Niang and they couldn't move away.

"Hey, look here"

"Li Er, Yang Hutou, look at me!"

He Shao held a clay cube in his hand and dangled in front of the two of them for a long time, his voice raised several tunes.

"I see, just say something if you have something to say." Yang Wenguang was a little impatient.

Li Jianzong was also half paralyzed on the chair, but when he saw Yunniang, he immediately sat upright, as if he was a rich man showing the top-level yamen style, and smiled very politely at Yunniang.

"Second Li, don't pretend, I came here to show you the baby of my He family."

"I saw it, it is indeed a baby."

He Shao watched Li Jianzong keep staring at Yunniang, pinched his ear and dragged him to the iron box.

"This is what I want you to see"

The wooden box is filled with some engraved positive characters.

"Yunniang, show them a demonstration," He Shao said.

Yun Niang took out a brush, stained it with ink, and brushed it on the Yangwen, then covered it with paper, and a poem clearly appeared on the page.

"The great river goes east, the waves wash away, and there are eternal romantic figures. To the west of the old base, the human way is that of the Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi. The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves beat the shore, and rolled up thousands of piles of snow. The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and there are so many heroes at a time."

"Good poetry, great spirit"

Seeing Yang Wenguang pretending to appreciate poems in front of Yunniang, it is really hard for a family of generals to pretend to be elegant.

"You are a martial artist who understands a fart poem." He Shao mercilessly pierced "This is what I want you to see"

Nowadays, many places that publish books still use woodblock printing. Some books contain hundreds of thousands of characters.

He Shao roasted it with a candle, and the words in the tin box became loose.

"They're all alive?"

Li Hang also looked at it, and found that the iron box was full of movable clay type.

He Shao picked out a few from the wooden box, put them on the table and rearranged the eight characters, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms, a hero of the moment.

Li Hang finally understood what He Shao was going to do, only Yang Wenguang saw it half-knowledgeable, maybe this guy's eyes stayed on Yunniang's face all the time.

"Just engrave a set of movable type, and then rearrange it every day to form a new engraving, and a new edition can be printed"

"I really want to dig it open to see what's in it," Li Hang looked at He Shao's head and said to himself.

"I burned ten or eight sets of this kind of movable type printing. Printing tens of thousands of tabloids every day is a trivial matter," He Shao said proudly.

"My father is your husband. His old man has the greatest wish. He has written a book "The Interpretation of the Nine Classics" for decades. Print out a word.

I went to urge it a few times, but those idiots in the Zuo Silang Bureau actually said that my father's book would not be available until the "Pi Jing", "Spring and Autumn", "Zuo Zhuan" and "Mandarin" were printed.

The old man is unwilling to use his power to suppress others, so he has been placed in Zuo Silang's Bureau, and the old man said a while ago that the book won't be printed until he closes his eyes."

"You don't need to mention this kind of trivial matter. If you send the book here and print tens of thousands of copies and hundreds of thousands of copies for Mr., it is my tribute."

Of course, students who are in trouble with their teachers should take the lead in sharing their worries, but Yang Wenguang stabbed him.

"You'd better not agree so quickly. After the founding of the country, Taizu emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts. Each of those old guys wrote several books.

Even Wu Bingzheng, Uncle Wu, who was born in Taiwan, is now among the literati. It is said that he recently wrote a collection of poems and sent it to Zuo Silang Bureau. "

"Is it such an exaggeration?"

"It's not an exaggeration, it's true. I've seen the poems written by Uncle Wu..." Li Jianzong shook his head and read a few words, "Looking at the stone pagoda from a distance, it looks dark, and the top is thinner and the bottom is thicker; one day when you turn it over, the bottom is thinner and the top is thicker." thick.

Zuo Silang Bureau also has a few tough bones. The people who published it fell on him when they read it, and stepped on them a few times, saying that they insulted the sages. In the end, they were beaten on the ground by Uncle Wu's violent temper. , If it is killed, it will not be printed. "

Li Jianzong and Yang Wenguang were talking gloatingly.

"Then let's not disturb the elders for the time being."

He Shao wiped the sweat from his brow. If this kind of poem is drawn out, it may be to smash his own brand.

"Even if you don't print books for them, you are still doing a loss-making business. In my opinion, it is better not to do it."

"Now it seems that selling tabloids will indeed lose money in terms of money, but in the long run, tabloids can bring more than just benefits"

For example, public opinion effect, advertising effect, none of which can be measured by money.

"While I was making these clay type, I also made some other fun things"

He Shao had a mysterious smile on his face.

"what"

He Shao took out another wooden box from under the table, reached in and touched it for a long time, and finally placed it on the table.

"Ten thousand!"

Yang Wenguang picked it up and looked at it

"Is this wooden type?"

"Are you a tiger's head or a pig's head, and whether the printed clay type is Yang or reverse, this is Yin"

Yang Wenguang's martial strength is extraordinary, and he dances vigorously with a big gun of a hundred catties, but it is very helpless to use his brain.

"I watched the stars at night, and integrated the changes of 36 Tiangang and 72 Disha into this card, a total of [-] cards. Tiangang Disha is also ranked in the five directions of southeast, northwest, middle, and middle."

"What about this one?" Li Jianzong picked up the whiteboard and asked.

"This... this..." He Shao was a little at a loss for words, but he had an idea and quickly thought of saying, "The purpose of this thing is to gamble, so that you can go from being poor to getting rich, or the other way around!"

"Come and I will teach you how to play"

Originally, He Shao also forgot about mahjong, but when he was making clay movable type with square and square characters, it was hard not to associate it with the quintessence of Chinese culture.

When my hands were itchy, I ordered someone to find the best huanghuali, carved it and painted some colors. Every card in my hand showed a bright yellow color, which was very exquisite.

He Shao, Li Jianzong, Yang Wenguang and Yun Niang, the four of them just made up a table.

Yang Wenguang and Li Jianzong learned quickly, but they were no match for He Shao.

Mahjong is the best way to pass the time. When the moon was on the willow tip, the two had already lost twenty or thirty games.

He Shao won the most, and Yun Niang also won seven or eight times, so she couldn't help but smile.

After the show ended, the two still had some unfinished business, and they were ready to fight till dawn.

"Let's stop here for today. I will go to work tomorrow morning. Let's fight again on the holiday," Yang Wenguang said.

"Wait for you, just prepare the money" This is faster than doing business to make money.

"You two don't rush away"

"Mister-in-law told me last time that she spends time at home every day, so let me go and see her more. I have already prepared such a good thing for my wife."

"My old lady wants it too, and my aunt at home has more, so you can get me two sets."

"Rest assured that everyone has it"

(End of this chapter)