After dressing as a top-quality old woman, I became the pillar of the whole family

In the following time, Zhang Xiaoying still went to the workshop every day.

Under her supervision and guidance, the workshop finally printed the two textbooks two years ago.

Zhou Tao was shocked when Zhang Xiaoying delivered the teaching materials to Yinghua Academy.

"You actually copied so much in a short period of time?" Zhou Tao was dumbfounded. When he turned around, his wife saw him, wouldn't she want to scold him again?
"Xiaoying, I meant to lend me these two books and let the students copy them by themselves. Why did you do it for me?"

Zhang Xiaoying couldn't help laughing, "Brother-in-law, why don't you read it first and don't overestimate my handwriting."

Zhou Tao heard this and picked up one book and flipped through it, then picked up the second and third books.

"It's actually printed? This book is not commonly used in the first place, and you still have to find someone to engrave it. Wouldn't it cost a lot of money? You should have sent it directly to the academy for the students to copy."

Zhou Tao frowned slightly.

If he had known that it would cost Zhang Xiaoying so much, he wouldn't have mentioned it.

When Madam comes back, she will have to get money to return it to her, Zhou Tao thought to himself.

Zhang Xiaoying explained: "It's not bad. After printing, it can be used again in the future. What's more, I don't use engraving to print."

"Is there any other way?" Zhou Tao was puzzled.

Zhang Xiaoying nodded, "Yes, it is printed with movable type. Those movable types can be reused. There is no saying that if you use it this time, you won't be able to use it on other books next time."

"Moveable type? Why have you never heard of it?"

"Brother-in-law, you can go and have a look at the workshop when you have time. It's the Hong family's printing workshop."

"In order to print books, you still need to find a workshop?"

"No, I bought it."

Zhou Tao: "..."

This is not my biological sister. Would it be too much to teach her a lesson?

"Buying a workshop is not just for printing books. It can also produce some story books and so on in the future. This time it can only be regarded as testing the waters to determine whether movable type printing is feasible. I was lucky and it succeeded."

Zhou Tao: "..."

"Brother-in-law, take these books and give them to the students who signed up with you last time. They can be regarded as a meeting gift from me."

"Okay, in that case, I won't be polite to you anymore."

"If there are still people who want to learn later, they can only copy the books themselves or buy them. Oh, by the way, our workshop also plans to open a book shop."

"Are you really planning to tell the story?"

"Ok!"

Zhou Tao frowned again.

He has no regard for storybooks.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them again.

After all, Zhang Xiaoying is also Yu Yang's master. Forget it, he just pretends that he doesn't know about this matter and won't ask anything about it.

Anyway, it is nothing new for students in the academy to secretly read story books. As long as it does not affect their studies, Zhou Tao will not be too strict about it.

Zhang Xiaoying could see what Zhou Tao was thinking.

She didn't explain either.

Most of the popular story books are stories about scholars, foxes, fairies, ghosts and gods. They are the same and have nothing new.

But that's not what she wanted to print.

In her time and space, many classic novels have been handed down, and online articles were also very popular.

Putting aside the modern categories, such as cultivating immortals, fantasy, etc., as long as they can be passed down to the end of the world and still have names, they have experienced great waves and are very popular, so they should not be too bad here!

Zhang Xiaoying came out of the academy and went back to the workshop.

Fan Wenxing was very happy because the printed book was more practical than the previous engraving.Seeing Zhang Xiaoying come back, Fan Wenxing went up to greet him, "How is Doctor Zhang? Do you want any books from Yinghua Academy?"

"It's a free gift to them, of course I want it!" Zhang Xiaoying walked to the workshop and took out a copy of the Xianxia novel and handed it to Fan Wenxing, "Next, let's print this book."

"What kind of book is this?" Fan Wenxing opened it and read it casually. Unexpectedly, he was attracted by it.

"There are ten volumes in total of the story book. This is the first volume. Let's print some first to try. If it sells well, then we will continue printing. If it doesn't work, we will stop and change to something else."

"Mmmmm, I see."

Fan Wenxing nodded casually, completely immersed in the world of Xianxia.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaoying went to exchange ideas with the engraving master and then went to look at other things.

I could only hear Fan Wenxing scolding people from time to time, and slapping his thigh from time to time, causing everyone in the workshop to look at him strangely.

Fan Wenxing was completely unaware.

Zhang Xiaoying knew that this fairy tale was stable.

For later generations, it has become a routine, but in Daliang, whether it is the world view or the writing technique, it is unique, coupled with the sense of refreshment, it will be very popular.

Zhang Xiaoying is very patient. The book she picked has a relatively small number of words, and it is just right to divide it into ten volumes.

When Fan Wenxing saw the climax, it suddenly stopped. He was immediately aroused and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Doctor Zhang, where's the one at the back?" He hurriedly found Zhang Xiaoying, "Is it gone?"

"Of course there is."

"Can you let me read it first? I'm halfway through it, and I feel itchy. I really want to know what happens next."

"If you want to know what happened, please listen to the explanation next time. I only have this one, so just wait patiently. If it sells more, the next one will be available soon!"

Fan Wenxing knew that he had nothing to do with Zhang Xiaoying, so he could only listen to Zhang Xiaoying and print the book earlier.

He had a hunch that their workshop would be up and running soon!

Those bookstores that looked down upon him and were unwilling to do business with him will come back and beg him!

Thinking that he was about to be proud and proud, Fan Wenxing was full of motivation and immediately started arranging work for the people in the workshop.

"I leave this book to you. Can it be printed during the Lantern Festival?" Zhang Xiaoying wants to start her story book series business during the Lantern Festival.

"I try my best!"

"By the way, let everyone work hard, and when the books are sold, we will give them processing money."

"With Doctor Zhang's words, we will drive him out no matter what."

Zhang Xiaoying kept her word. After the two books were printed this time, she paid them wages in advance.

In addition, each of them was given an extra two hundred coins, six pounds of pork, and ten pounds of white flour, saying that the workshop had given them to celebrate the New Year.

They have never been treated like this before, how could they have any second thoughts?I wish Zhang Xiaoying could give them more work and earn more money.

Zhang Xiaoying actually doesn't want to squeeze them. After this period of time, he will recruit a group of more people. When they are fully familiar with it, they will be divided into two shifts, so that everyone will not be so tired.

Zhang Xiaoying went to the village chief when she returned to the village.

"Ayang bought a workshop in the city and is currently short of manpower. Village chief, can you see if you can find more diligent and practical people to work in the workshop?"

"Are you going to the city during this period just for the workshop?"

The village chief was surprised, but also happy.

He was happy that Zhang Xiaoying could come to him for help, which proved that he had a good impression on Zhang Xiaoying.

"Well, yes, Ayang is too busy to keep an eye on it, so I can only let me go and take a look."

"Then do you want to look for it in the village, or someone from outside?" the village chief asked. He had to do this beautifully! (End of chapter)