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

The printing speed was very fast, and by the end, the two of them had completely mastered it, but the paper sent by Boss Wu had been used up.

The old man put down the last piece of paper in his hand, wiped his hands clean, sat at the door and lit a cigarette.

"Third daughter-in-law, what are you printing on?"

The old man knew that anything that could be printed on paper would be great.

I just don’t know what tricks she is up to.

"Dad, this is a script."

Zhong Chuchu gave a brief explanation.

Mr. Lin didn't ask any more questions. After all, there were still outsiders here.

Dinner was at Zhong's house.

Zhong Chuchu fried a large plate of braised pork, a large bowl of radish soup, and a plate of dried wild vegetables, and finally served it with steamed white rice.

It was this kind of ordinary home-cooked food, but it made a few people afraid to use their chopsticks.

Mr. Lin looked at this large plate of braised pork and thought in his heart that Mrs. Zhong is not good at running a house.

Seeing this, Zhong Chuchu just said: "Dad, you guys eat quickly, it's getting dark early, and we have to rush back later!"

A few people were very particular about their food at first, but later on they started to speed up.

This pork is delicious!

Mr. Zhong doesn’t know how to make it, but it tastes better than what’s made at home.

After the three of them had finished eating, they left.

Zhong Chuchu collected the papers printed and dried today and divided them into booklets.

The printing was done, but the paper increased the cost.

It turned out that the cost of the bamboo slips with ink and ink they had agreed upon was around ten coins.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Chuchu temporarily replaced the bamboo slips with paper.

The price of paper is more than three times that of bamboo slips, and demand has always been in short supply, so the cost has been increased invisibly.

Shopkeeper Wu didn't agree at first, but he finally relaxed after hearing Zhong Chuchu's words.

Only the amount of paper delivered is limited.

Zhong Chuchu had no choice. To use this engraving, paper must be used.

She could only convince Shopkeeper Wu:

"Although the cost increases, paper notebooks will be more widely circulated and easier to carry, so sales will naturally increase. To put it simply, small profits but quick turnover."

At night, Zhong Chuchu was lying on the bed, thinking about whether she should also learn about papermaking.

After thinking about it all night, I finally fell asleep.

The next day, shopkeeper Wu sent someone to Zhong's house to collect the goods.

A total of 620 storybooks were packed into a big box.

The driver of the carriage loaded the last cargo onto the carriage.

He took out a banknote from his arms and handed it to Zhong Chuchu.

"Ms. Zhong, our shopkeeper asked me to bring this to you."

"Well, thank you."

Zhong Chuchu took the banknote and put it in her sleeve pocket, but actually put it into the space.

"Master, come in and have a drink of water."

The coachman shook his head and pointed to the sheepskin water bottle hanging on his waist.

"Those who are on the way, take them with you!"

"Then you can bring some buns to eat on the way back."

After saying that, she ordered Dabao to get two big buns wrapped in oil paper from the kitchen.

"Grandpa, just eat it. The buns made by my mother are delicious!"

Dabao said seriously.

“Better than the ones sold on the street!”

The coachman laughed happily, seeing that Dabao looked really cute.

After a few compliments, it was time to say thanks again.

He took the buns and drove away in the carriage.

After he left, Zhong Chuchu took out the banknote and observed it carefully for a while.

This is the first time I have seen a physical banknote in my past life, so I am more interested in it.

The banknote feels very thick and smooth in the hand, and the paper seems to be made of special material.

It is printed with a delicate Pisces pattern, surrounded by auspicious cloud patterns, and the three characters "Rishengchang" are written on the top.

In the middle, vertically, there is written 50 taels of silver.

Zhong Chuchu secretly thought in her heart, shopkeeper Wu is really elegant in his work.

Shopkeeper Wu didn't know that he had been labeled as grand in Zhong Chuchu's heart. At this time, he was standing at the gate of Chonglou, looking around.

"Shopkeeper, please go in and have a rest. It's freezing cold here, so be careful of catching a cold."

The old cashier in the store expressed concern.

"Oh, I'm worried. I couldn't sleep last night!"

He sighed and said:

"The eldest son of the Zuo family, in the past few days, I have been calling my servants to come to the door to urge me. If I can't buy it again, I'm afraid I'm going to get into trouble!"

The old accounting clerk also sighed.

The shopkeeper was so stunned, how could he believe what a peasant woman said!

This morning I also asked myself to prepare a 50-tael banknote.

This is simply ridiculous!
The two of them waited on the street for a cup of tea with their own thoughts.

The sound of horse hooves came from the street corner.

Shopkeeper Wu took a closer look!
It’s Lao Wang, the carriage driver!

He was both excited and worried. What if he didn't have a script?
Lao Wang drove the carriage and soon arrived at the entrance of Chonglou.

Although he was old, he was agile and he got out of the carriage with one hand supporting him.

"Shopkeeper Wu, I've brought the goods back for you!"

"How many? Are there a hundred volumes?"

Shopkeeper Wu said excitedly.

"Haha, there are 620 volumes in total, I counted them myself!"

Lao Wang said:
"Ms. Zhong is really a nice person. She didn't ask me to take the goods away without asking for anything, and she didn't even say she had to pay the money."

On his way back just now, he ate the buns given to him by the Zhong family. They were full of meat and were delicious!
This will naturally speak favorably for the Zhong family.

Shopkeeper Wu opened the box and took out the top book.

When I opened it, I saw that the handwriting inside was neat and clear, and it didn't look like a rush job at all.

He picked up another one, with the same clear handwriting.

The third book, the fourth book...

This is true for every book.

Shopkeeper Wu always felt that something was wrong, so he opened two story books and put them in front of him to take a look.

This……

This handwriting clearly belongs to the same person!
Moreover, every storybook is exactly the same, even the font size is the same!

How exactly is this done?
Before he could figure it out, customers came to the store.

"Shopkeeper Wu, has the storybook arrived today?"

"Please come in. We have enough stock of story books today. You can get as many as you want!"

Shopkeeper Wu put aside other issues and greeted the guests enthusiastically.

The news that Chonglou started selling the storybook of "Journey to the West" immediately spread throughout Yuyang County.

For a time, there was a bustling crowd.

The storybook is a big seller. Not only in Yuyang County, but also in several neighboring counties, this latest storybook has become popular.

Zhong Chuchu and shopkeeper Wu made a lot of money.

A week later, when everyone was urging the next volume of the storybook, Mo Yu returned to Qingyan Town with the newly made engravings.

"You took a little long to leave this time."

Zhong Chuchu said casually.

"Ah."

Mo Yu's tone was bleak:

"As you wish."

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Zhong Chuchu said with some doubts.

"The credit doesn't go to me."

Mo Yu's face was full of coldness:

"These people are so shameless."

When Zhong Chuchu heard what he said, she was shocked and secretly said: It's true!

Mo Yu seemed to just want to find someone to talk to.

Therefore, Zhong Chuchu naturally became the best target.

From his unwilling narration, Zhong Chuchu finally understood the whole story.