Peasant girl who traveled through time: I brought an earth with me

The two children were so happy that they couldn't stop laughing.

Especially Dabao, he has never seen so much money in his life.

After excluding the [-] taels spent on having someone copy the book, there were still [-] taels left.

The money put the two of them in trouble. The person who copied the book had a price, which was ten articles per book.

But Senior Brother Song, how much should I pay?
Giving less means they don’t pay enough attention.

After all, although they provided the story, the writing and polishing were all done by Brother Song.

Moreover, the bookstore owner only accepted these books for his sake.

If they give too much, the two of them will not have enough money to buy hairpins for their mother.

The two thought for a long time, and finally decided to give Senior Brother Song ten cents for every book sold in the future.

A booklet sells for one hundred cents, excluding the ten cents from Brother Song, the ten cents for copying the book, and the cost of the bamboo slips with ink and brush, which is about ten cents.

The profit from one booklet is seventy cents.

This calculation is also very good.

They went back and thought seriously about it all night, and asked Senior Brother Song out early this morning.

Talk to them what they think.

Song Yan's first reaction was to refuse.

In his opinion, he was also a student of Ge Fuzi, and Dabao and Ge Xingzhou were considered his junior brothers, so this small favor was nothing.

What's more, it is a great honor to be the first to hear such a wonderful story and to have it written by myself.

However, after some persistence from the two little guys, he finally agreed to this distribution method.

The two children spent a long time shopping in the jewelry store, either because the price was too expensive or because they were not satisfied with the jewelry.

Finally, I finally bought a small gold gourd pendant.

It cost one, two or three yuan.

When I got home, I bought six more pork-filled buns and two bunches of candied haws on the street.

In the end, the money from selling the book was only 87 yuan.

"Dabao, do you think your godmother will like this gift?"

Ge Xingzhou was a little worried. After all, such a pendant was really too small.

"Well, mother will definitely like it."

Dabao affirmed:
"As long as it is a gift from us, my mother will like it. When we make a lot of money in the future, we will buy her the most beautiful hairpin!"

Ge Xingzhou nodded heavily.

When they returned home and took out the small pendant, Zhong Chuchu was stunned for a moment.

When she heard that they bought her a gift with the money they earned from selling books, her eyes turned red.

"Is this what you two have been busy with these days?"

she asked softly.

"Tell me, why do you want to give me a gift? And who came up with your idea of ​​selling books, and how far has it gone?"

The two little guys were afraid that she would be angry, so they cowardly recounted everything that had happened during this period.

Zhong Chuchu would be lying if she said she wasn't shocked.

It is normal for children of this age to still play in the mud.

At less than five years old, he actually knows how to make money. He is simply a genius, right?
Although children in ancient times matured early, many were married at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

Moreover, the two children only wanted to make money by writing books, and writing was completely done by others.

But she still found it incredible!

Zhong Chuchu is not smart either. Why did she give birth to a child with such a high IQ?

Could it be that he followed Lin Xiucai?
Looking at the hopeful eyes of the two children, she said softly:

"I like this gift you gave me very much. Thank you Dabao and Zhou'er. My mother will always carry it with me in the future!"

The two children finally breathed a sigh of relief, with the corners of their mouths raised high, feeling so unhappy.

"How many books can you write in a day?"

she thought for a while and asked.

“Where is the storyline already?”

"Mother, Senior Brother Song has found many people to help copy the book, but the speed is very slow."

Xiaobao frowned and said: "After Senior Brother Song wrote the first book, he placed it in front and the students copied it together. However, only three of them have been found so far. The story now only writes about the Havoc in Heaven, although it is very short. But I can only write about ten books at most every day.”

"Godmother, this is why books are so expensive."

Ge Xingzhou continued:
"Many of the books in Luming Academy were copied by the master and his students in their spare time."

"It's not just us, it's the entire Xia Kingdom."

Zhong Chuchu thought, this is probably why the cost of studying is so high.

The spread of books is affected by production factors, and only a few people are destined to receive the culture.

"Is there any other way you can speed things up?"

she asked.

"No more, the most I can do is find more people to copy it with!"

Both of them shook their heads, looking helpless.

Zhong Chuchu was thinking that if such a profitable business could solve this production problem, the profit margin would be terrifyingly high. It would be easy to solve this problem.

She bought a printing press directly from the trading mall, set it up with a diesel generator, and with a few clicks, she could achieve mass production, but the source of the paper was difficult to explain.

After thinking about it, she finally thought of the ancient engraving printing technology.

If you want to use this method, you have to go to Moyu.

Early the next morning, she made breakfast for several children and went out with her straw hat.

Before leaving, he also asked Dabao to take good care of Xiaobao at home.

The snow on the ground is already a palm thick. In a few days, if you step into it, your entire instep will definitely sink in.

She was thinking about making some pairs of snow boots when she went back, which would keep them warm and look good.

Not long after walking, they arrived at the door of Mo Yu's house.

She knocked on the door, but no one answered.

Is the person not at home?

She thought to herself that she was really unlucky. She came here so early in the morning and encountered such a situation.

Just turned around to leave.

The wooden door creaked open from the inside.

"It's you?"

Mo Yu was a little surprised:

"Why are you here? What's the matter?"

He turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

"Come in and talk, it's too cold outside."

The biting cold wind blew up his robe as if to confirm his words.

He couldn't help shivering.

Zhong Chuchu followed him into the yard.

The two of them were sitting in the hall. It was very cold at the moment, but Mo Yu didn't close the door.

Zhong Chuchu felt a little better about this person's attentiveness.

"I came here this time to ask you to help me make something."

She said straight to the point:

"If you can do it, I'm afraid you will be remembered in history for the rest of your life."

"Hahaha!"

Mo Yu just took out the charcoal basin and smiled from ear to ear when he heard this.

"You... can you tell me what kind of thing can make my name go down in history?"

Zhong Chuchu was not angry when she saw his disbelieving look.

He just asked calmly:
"Do you know how I produce books?"

"How else can we produce it? It's all done by hand!"

Mo Yu said:
"The imperial court has a special scribe, and everyone knows this."

After he finished speaking, he looked at her with contempt.