The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Stunned, he pointed to the full carriage of books. Except that most of the thread bound books looked fairly new, the rest were all yellow and brittle pages. I don't know how many years old antiques have been put.

In the corner, Jiang qianxia also saw a roll of bamboo scrolls!

"These books... Are all for me?"

Pointing to himself, Jiang qianxia is in a trance. Is the old man stimulated by her all have Stockholm syndrome.

"Hehe, your daughter doesn't seem to pay much attention to ancient books, so these books are not for you."

Cui Maoshan smiled and looked at the dignified gate of the wisdom collection hall with some envy. He was a little embarrassed and said, "I want to send my books to the wisdom collection hall for everyone to study. They are all the sweethearts I have collected all my life. Can they be counted as loans?"

"Yes, of course, but there's no rent."

With Fang huazi carefully twisting up a page of the book, Jiang qianxia said with a little headache: "the cost of saving these books will not be small, and it must be unrealistic to show them to everyone. If they can't last for 100 people, they will have to be scattered."

With a tight heart, Cui Maoshan looked at Jiang qianxia.

Naturally, he knew the condition of these books, so he had to be punished even if his favorite grandson dared to touch them at home.

But many books here may be isolated. It's not easy to pass down the wisdom of our ancestors. It's not too much to say that it's a word Zen machine.

If he dies, one day there will be a black sheep in his family and what happens to the book, he will die.

All the hairs seen by Cui Maoshan stood up. Jiang qianxia rubbed his hands and said tentatively, "if you really want the contents of these books to be seen again, why don't we brush them first with the protective liquid specially used to protect ancient books, and then reprint dozens of copies, so that everyone can see them?"

"Does your daughter want to print a negative version or a positive version?"

Try not to show his excitement on his face. Cui Maoshan's face is a little red. He subconsciously reads the books in the carriage and searches in his mind which are the best. He can have the cheek to encourage her to print a positive version.

The cost of the Yang version can be much greater. It takes more than a few months to carve a set of books, and many craftsmen have to cooperate. Even if she is the big shopkeeper of wanbaoge, it's a big expense to count these books.

You know, there are few books that can print Yang edition every year in Daqian. Many scholars and scholars have really tried their best to fight for the quota of Yang edition.

"What negative and positive?" Jiang qianxia looked at the boundless inexplicably and said with a little uncertainty: "the molds of our own printing factory seem to be engraved in the sun?"

Boundless looked at Cui Maoshan with a smile and said softly, "yes, the sun engraved ink is saved and looks clean. Master, that's what you said at that time."

"All, all Yang versions?"

Cui Maoshan was extremely happy and sighed. Sure enough, they still have to have money to study. They are 70 years old and 80 years old. They almost turned over for the Yang version, but the factory is full of Yang versions. People are more angry than others.

I don't understand what Cui Maoshan is lamenting. Jiang qianxia casually estimated that there are almost hundreds of books to be reprinted. The volume is not too large. It should be completed in less than half a month.

"All right, then thank you for your understanding. Come on, come on, gently move the book directly to the copy room, let them start work now, get one, print two, take them out, and show it to the old man in the afternoon, so that he can be at ease!"

Casually directed the servants to get clean carts, carefully moved the books to the carts, and prepared to run to the copy room.

Cui Maoshan, who had been in a trance for a long time, fiercely grabbed Jiang qianxia's hand and watched the servants come and go like ants moving. He muttered for a long time before his mouth trembled and asked.

"What your daughter just said, show me in the afternoon..."

"If you can't wait, I'll ask them to hurry up and get it in more than an hour?"

Mistakenly thinking that he was too slow, Jiang qianxia said hello to the steward. The steward grinned, took out a book that was not thick but not the thinnest, held it up and said with a smile: "shopkeeper, do you think this book is right?"

The thin book is about dozens of pages. Because it is handwritten, it doesn't have many words. The typesetting is very easy.

"Yes, go. How many times have you said that you want to call me curator here!"

"Yes! The curator, the little one, will be busy first."

He bowed to the foolish Cui Maoshan, put the book in the wooden box carefully, and ran away with it.

"One, more than one hour?"

"Oh, don't tremble! Take a deep breath! If something happens to you on my territory, will I live?"

Cui Maoshan grabbed her sleeve and didn't shake like an adult. Jiang qianxia anxiously helped the old man to find a cool place to sit down. Holding his nose, he forced him to pour half a bowl of salty and sweet water. When he learned that he came without breakfast, he found some steamed stuffed bun millet porridge left over in the morning. Seeing that his face eased, he relaxed and sat down.

"What are you excited about, afraid I'll steal your book or what?"

The angry old man looked at the old man. Jiang qianxia heard boundless cough twice and whispered, "master, Mr. Cui should not know the convenience of movable type printing. He mistakenly thought it was engraving. That's why he was so surprised."

"Neuropathy only uses engraving printing. Is it cheap labor or cheap wood?"

In the sentence of "unconscious", Jiang Shan Xia was stunned with a startled smile and a boundless look of the peach blossom demons. Shocked, "lie trough! You can't make complaints about the printing of our house, do you not tell others?"

"Master, are you stupid? Do you know how expensive a Yang version of a book on the market is? Our books are easy to print and save money. We can earn a lot of money by a few Wen cheaper than those on the market!"

Perilla hugged her hands in a small way and said, "Whoever has this technology is not hidden and used to inherit, you will be a loser!"

"Movable type printing... What is it?"

Cui Maoshan felt very dull today, but when he heard the word, his heart itched like a cat. He couldn't help but ask in a red whisper.

Seeing the little girl zisu, Cui Maoshan's ashamed forehead was sweating. He immediately raised his hand and swore: "I just want to feast my eyes and I'm determined not to leak out my technology, otherwise I won't die!"

"Bah, bah, bah! What bad luck! If this movable type printing technology is not promoted, who can help me when I want to print books in large quantities in the future?"

Being bewildered by his family's food protection and the confidentiality of technology, Jiang qianxia had to earnestly advise: "don't be short-sighted. Can you succeed? In the future, unless it's the technology that I let the confidentiality not be spread out, as long as we get it out, it will be spread out and can't be hidden!"

"Ah? You're so generous. Are we still doing business?"

Perilla is not afraid of Jiang qianxia, who is the master, but directly jumps and cries with heartache.

"Master, have I ever lost money?"

Too lazy to explain what industrial scale and industrial chain are, Jiang qianxia glanced at the dumb little girl and said angrily: "money can't be earned. If you don't know, you think I'm hungry."