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

On the way back, Song Yan finally couldn't help but said:

"Ms. Zhong, do you know the price you will have to pay if you fail to do what you just responded to?"

Zhong Chuchu raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, and Song Yan blushed.

"I mean, you were too impulsive just now. The reason why Shopkeeper Wu agreed to you is that this matter is beneficial to him."

"Since I agreed, I have my own way."

She finally said thank you:
"Thank you for coming with me today. My two children agreed to your dividends before. Now I can give you two choices."

Song Yan looked at her blankly.

"First, as agreed before, for every story book sold, I will give you ten cents."

"Second, every time you help me sort out a story book, I will give you ten taels of silver."

"You have to know that there are many more stories to come from this storybook, and it's definitely not just this one!"

As soon as she said these words, Song Yan's heart was beating like a drum, and his heart was pounding non-stop.

Ten taels of silver!

I heard Ge Xingzhou say that after writing this story, I'm afraid there will be ten or twenty storybooks.

Isn’t that just one or two hundred taels of silver!
Song Yan almost shouted excitedly.

Don't talk about him, even his father has never made so much money even though he has been a Li Zheng all his life!
If he had a hundred taels of silver, he would never have to worry about his livelihood again.

He can also rest assured to study for exams and gain fame.

As for the dividend of ten cents per book, he did not consider it.

After all, no one can guess what will happen next.

Rather than choosing the unknown, seize the opportunities that are presented to you.

Zhong Chuchu originally thought that he would think carefully for a while.

Unexpectedly, the other party directly chose the latter.

She just smiled and said nothing.

Everyone has their own choices and circumstances.

Her choice to let Song Yan write this story for her was not a clandestine act.

There are several considerations.

First of all, her calligraphy was really hard to read.

Secondly, although I can tell this story in vernacular, it is still difficult to describe it in ancient languages.

A good story also depends on the language skills of the writer.

Song Yan was a scholar, and she had read the previous novels, which were indeed fascinating. He was also indispensable for this book's potential to become a hit.

As for the third one, his father is Li Zheng.

The Lin family lives in Qingyan Town, and having a good relationship with Li Zheng will naturally be beneficial without any harm.

Two more days later, Mo Yu finally came back.

The first thing was to send Zhong Chuchu the engraving of "Journey to the West".

Zhong Chuchu looked at the pieces of wood unloaded from the carriage, a lot of them.

Mo Yu leaned on the side of the carriage and said with admiration:

"Your story is well written!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

She is not modest at all. She is already one of the Four Great Masters, so why should she be modest?
"Hehe~"

Mo Yu chuckled twice and said:
“This engraving is important to me.”

"You... can ask for anything you need."

Zhong Chuchu stared at him deeply, and there seemed to be a swallowing vortex in her dark eyes.

Just one glance made Mo Yu's heart tighten slightly.

After a moment, she said as if joking:
"If I want you to give up this credit, can you agree?"

……

Mo Yu didn't expect her to say this, but could he agree to this?
Zhong Chuchu seemed to have guessed the result a long time ago.

He just smiled lightly and said: "This is my next volume of stories. Could you please Master Mo to help me make a good plate?"

On the way back, Mo Yu recalled what she had just said.

It seems that there is something in the words.

But what is it?

He couldn't guess.

After tidying up the yard, Zhong Chuchu called Dabao:
"Go and invite your senior brother Song over, and then your grandfather and second uncle."

Dabao responded obediently and trotted out the door.

She certainly couldn't do the printing herself.

Since you want to invite someone, you naturally have to invite someone you trust.

Who can she trust in Qingyan Town?
After thinking about it, it was only the Lin family. After all, Dabao and Xiaobao are from the Lin family. Their bones are broken and their tendons are connected.

After a while, the old man and Lin Laoer arrived.

"Dad, second brother, you are here."

Zhong Chuchu came out and said with a smile:
"Please come in quickly, it's windy outside."

The two of them were knitting backpacks at home, and Dabao suddenly ran to them and told them to come over quickly.

Just as they were about to ask what was going on, the child ran away in a flash.

Old Mrs. Lin was worried that something had happened and urged the two of them to come over and take a look.

But now seeing the appearance of this third daughter-in-law, it clearly doesn't look like something is wrong.

"What's the matter with you calling us over in such a hurry?"

The old man said doubtfully.

"Dad, you guys sit down first and have a sip of sugar water first, and then wait for someone else. I'll talk together when we get there."

As she spoke, she poured a bowl of sugar water for each of them.

Lin Laoer calmly took a look at the house.

Seeing that everything was tidy and organized, he silently picked up the bowl and took a sip.

Um? So sweet!

Lin Laoer thought to himself that treating guests with sugar water was the highest standard for their farm.

Sugar is such a precious thing, who would be willing to take it out?

I'm afraid only his younger siblings can do this!
Without letting them wait long, Dabao took Song Yan to Zhong's house.

The few people met and exchanged some pleasantries.

Only then did Zhong Chuchu explain the matter of engraving and printing.

"I invited everyone here this time just for this matter. I don't worry about the others either."

She paused and continued:

"I don't want you to work in vain, I will pay you for your work."

"Third daughter-in-law, what are you talking about? How can we talk about wages as a family!"

Mr. Lin said with a straight face.

"How many manpower do you need? Let your mother, your second sister-in-law, and your nieces come over to help!"

"Dad is right, we don't want wages."

Lin Laoer also said:
"It's winter, and we have nothing to do at home."

"Ms. Zhong, you have already given me my wages, so this is naturally included."

Song Yan also expressed his stance.

Zhong Chuchu was quite moved when she heard what the Lin family said.

"Dad, we don't need so many people right now. A few of us are enough for the time being."

As for the wages, she didn't mention them again. She would give them to them when the work was done.

After discussing it, several people started to work.

Song Yan was literate and was responsible for selecting the engravings in order.

Then he directed the other two people to brush ink and make rubbings.

The two first fixed the paper on the printing table.

Then hold the edge of the paper tightly with your left hand and a clean eraser with your right hand.

From left to right on the back of the paper, print the paper flatly onto the printing plate.

In the first pass, both of them printed ink unevenly due to uneven ink brushing, resulting in dark and shallow characters.

The second time, Mr. Lin was too gentle, so the words were not fully displayed.

After the third time, the old man didn’t want to continue:

"Oh, how much paper is wasted!"

"Dad, don't worry, these papers are provided by others, we don't need to pay for them."

After she finished speaking, she saw the old man pick up another piece of paper and start practicing again.

Zhong Chuchu:...

After practicing a few more times, the two of them were finally able to print clear text smoothly.

With more and more successes.

The two are not only fast, but they also make fewer and fewer mistakes.

In the end, there were fifty shots in a row, and not a single mistake was made.

Song Yan's heartbeat quickened as he watched.

Is this the thousand volumes a day promised by Mrs. Zhong? Isn’t it a problem?

She was right!
If there were more people, two thousand copies would be possible!