I married a male green tea in the female world

Chapter 283 Woodblock Printing
Jiang Rong wore the newly delivered jewelry this season, which was also a pattern drawn by Xie Heyong, and Zhang Huayin shop sent the first pair.

Today, Jiang Rong is studying with Gao Zhi, while Xie Heyong is staying at home to recuperate, making her "designs" by the way, drawing various patterns and sending them to different shops.She doesn't remember when she started to draw several pictures every month, and this has almost become her only business now.

The carriage stopped in front of the bookstore, and the two stopped for a while.Just because there was a group of people in the teahouse opposite the bookstore, it turned out that there was a storyteller there, making a lot of noise.

The storyteller is a bit of a kung fu, with a generous and loud voice, cadence, and even one person has multiple roles, mixed with ventriloquism.She just said a few idle words, and it sounded like a hidden story, which made people want to keep listening and explore how the so-called follow-up was going.

"Hey!" Qi Qi's two sighs sounded from behind, making it hard to ignore.

Xie Heyong looked back in surprise and looked at the two old ladies who were squatting at the door of the bookstore. The two stared at the storyteller in the opposite teahouse with an unkind expression. This kind of look was very complicated.

"What? The two of you had a festival with that person? The hatred of killing your father? The hatred of taking your wife?" Jiang Rong looked back and forth from both sides.After he finished speaking, he felt that his words were a bit mean, "I'm sorry, Xiao Langjun made a mistake."

The two old wives shook their heads, and one of them said, "Probably, the hatred of kidnapping."

"That's how you describe it." The other old woman thought for a while, "Accurate! You are the hatred for kidnapping, then I should be the hatred for robbing money!"

After speaking, the two of them looked at each other and laughed. After a few laughs, they all sighed in unison.

Jiang Rong blinked, unable to understand.

Xie Heyong said directly, "What kind of riddles are you playing? Pretending to be mysterious! Are you saying that you want to kidnap | go | sell | her son, but was cut off by that person?"

The two laughed again.

Finally, Xie Jiang and the two sat down to listen to the complaints of the two old ladies.

It turned out that the storyteller on the opposite side was talking about the book written by the old woman Zhang Wen, who was "robbed of his son", and the old woman next to him was the current manager of Xie's bookstore.

The original shopkeeper has been transferred to the next store. This is also because her bookstore business is far inferior to other industries. There is no benefit to be gained. Xie Wenhui will not put important talents here.Perhaps the bookstore is open now, just for the convenience of Xiejia Shushu, and it hardly makes any profit every month, and even loses continuously.

"Since the monthly booklet has been written, why do you spend money every day to listen to the storyteller?" Jiang Rong observed, the gentleman seemed to have only talked for a quarter of an hour, and it was today's share.But she received a lot of money, and it would take more than half a month to finish listening to this book. Except for the patience of waiting, this is not as cost-effective as buying a book.There is no shortage of those people who are literate!

The shopkeeper Wang said with a bit of frustration, "Zhang Wencai wrote the book, and the master behind him is still carving, and it is too late to rub it. But these people can't wait, and the teahouse opposite has come up with a plan, and they will pay for it. The storyteller should read it first, so it can also ease the restless hearts of the guest officials.”

"I shouldn't have agreed in the first place. Although the price they paid was not low, it was far less than what they earned from selling the book! Now, the guest officials have asked the other side to snatch it away, but the book cannot be sold. I The price has been raised several times, and the other side has not batted an eye to answer, but the income still can't be filled. It is to ask the guest officials to tell me, sit on the ground and raise the price, and make huge profits. "

Jiang Rong understood, this was the "robbing son" and "robbing money" of the two.

Xie He Yongmo rubbed his chin, heard a few words, and thought of it, "Carving, rubbing? Woodblock printing? Take me to see your workshop!"

Shopkeeper Wang grimaced and was a little stunned, then shook his head, "This is the backyard of the bookstore. It's about the secrets of business. How can you just bring outsiders in to see it? The master knows, that's going to punish me!"

Xie He Yong Fu'er, she finally knew why her mother left this person to fend for themselves in this book. Her eyes were not good, she couldn't grasp the opportunity, and she didn't have any sense of business crisis. This can be regarded as being put here. Qingshui Yamen, I don't know that the Year of the Monkey will be able to survive!
"The shopkeeper, widen your eyes and take a good look!" Zhang Wen, who was on the side, couldn't stand it either. Shopkeeper Wang was regarded as her old friend.She recognized it, this is their young master's house, but the shopkeeper Wang has been kept in the dark for a long time!
Shopkeeper Wang glanced at Zhang Wen blankly, and Zhang Wen jumped anxiously, "This is your young master's house! Haven't you seen this before?"

"Young Master, Young Master???" Shopkeeper Wang stretched his neck and widened his eyes, "Looking at it this way, it does have some similarities with Mr. Xie!"

Xie Wenhui looks more like the Chen family, and Xie Heyong is indeed somewhat similar to Xie Lan. Even Xie Wenhui rarely sees a fringe person like shopkeeper Wang, and her eyes are not very good, no wonder she can't recognize it. .

"." Zhang Wen slapped her on the back of the neck, "Hurry up and lead Miss Xie to the backyard workshop! I'll help you watch here first."

"Oh, oh!" Shopkeeper Wang nodded again and again and clapped his hands, "Young master, please! This, Young Master, please."

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Jiang Rong glanced at her with a clear smile in his eyes.

His identity is definitely unknown to everyone in the Xie family. This person just made his wife unhappy because of a mistake. Now that he knows the mistake, and uses him to save it, it is not hopelessly stupid. .

Xie Heyong nodded, originally to lead Jiang Rong to stroll around the bookstore, "Let's go."

Xie's bookstore's workshop is in the backyard. There are more than a dozen people busy in the backyard, applying ink, covering the paper, brushing the paper lightly to ensure that the rubbings are complete, then remove them one by one and put them on the other side to dry. Dry it, put it together again, pack it into a booklet, and turn it into the final booklet.

In the inner room, there are several old masters sitting, each carving a piece of wood, so that the text becomes a whole piece of protruding Yangwen, which is a whole page of the book, which will be used for rubbing. of.

Xie Heyong noticed that there was a high stack of used wooden boards in the corner of the house, and those masters also had badly carved versions on hand, which took a lot of work, and Xie's bookstore only had so few masters, no wonder the time It was too late to catch up, the price was very expensive, and the bookstore just declined.
"Is this the process of book rubbing?" Jiang Rong said with emotion, "It's really not easy. I thought book books were expensive at first, but now I think the money was spent, but it wasn't wrong."

He looked at it and suddenly questioned, "If there is a typo, wouldn't the entire piece have to be re-engraved? Let's go out, don't disturb the masters."

Shopkeeper Wang did not dare to speak loudly.

Xie He Yong said, "Someone in the market has come up with a way to save a lot of redundancy in engraving work, which is called movable type printing."

"I haven't heard of it." Shopkeeper Wang and Jiang Rong both said they didn't know.

Xie Heyong said, "That person's name is Bi Sheng. It's just that this thing hasn't been widely spread, let's go, pick your book first, and then I'll go back to my mother and talk about it."

"Okay." Jiang Rong agreed with a smile.

She always has her own ideas to implement, and she has her own things to do, and it's good for both of them.

(End of this chapter)