Transmigrating to the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Examination

After the treasurer of Ji paid the account, it was almost noon, and Cui Xie asked him and his friend to stay for a light meal. Although the treasurer Ji is a hired worker in his shop, he is a good citizen and he is very old, and he can sit opposite the owner and have a drink. The treasurer is served by Cui Yuan and his son in the wing.

The lunch was made by Zhang’s mother, with white wine and locally brewed grape wine. According to the wine, a few new seasonal fruits and smoked dried tofu, pickled spring bamboo shoots, fresh ginkgo, fresh walnuts, and red lees from Beijing Waiting for side dishes. The main dish is freshly cooked fried pork, fried eel, chicken radish ball and stewed elbow, four meat dishes, and various kinds of fried meat with seasonal vegetables, and finally a creamy white carp soup.

Cui Xie asked the treasurer Ji to drink white wine, pours a small amount of wine by himself, and took a few sips with him, but didn't drink much. The wine they bought was not fermented with the natural yeast on the grape skins, but added with the yeast to make the wine. Although the wine is sweet and sour, the wine tastes not like what he drinks in modern times—— Even the self-brewed wine sold on the Internet is not as good as the wine, which is cloudy and flocculent, and has a strange taste like mixed with rice wine.

The shopkeeper does not drink too much.

In fact, he has been very restrained ever since sitting at this table. Cui Xie poured him a glass of wine before drinking a glass of wine, and took a piece of meat with a chopstick.

He is also an elderly person, and it is hard to bear to eat so much. But Cui Xie couldn’t turn around and leave him to eat. He had to have a pair of words to ease the embarrassment: “I don’t understand the rules of publishing, and I don’t have much money to invest in book engraving. Can someone in the old profession teach me?"

The shopkeeper is much more comfortable talking to him than eating, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and replied respectfully: "When it comes to printing a book, the little old man has a few ways in his chest. The easiest way is to pack one. Boat, go by sea to buy Jianyang's Masha edition. Jianyang has many bookstores, and books are cheap. Since the Song Dynasty, it has been the place where books circulate in the world. It’s just that Qian’an is too far away from there, and if you buy his books, it’s too inconvenient to transport. , You can buy the engraved version and print it back, and you only need to add a card of Zhirong Study, and it will be our own."

He was more energetic when he spoke. When he was talking about it, he dared to pick up the cup and touch his lips, and took a sip.

Cui Xie clipped him a chop of ham. Seeing that he had eaten it, he held up a wine glass and asked: "What kind of books are the Masha version of the book? Is it authorized by the court? The author also allowed him to be reprinted by others. ?"

He wanted to ask about copyright, but when he finished speaking, he remembered that there was no copyright in the Ming Dynasty—not until the Republic of China—so he had to ask the government and the original author instead.

The shopkeeper Ji smiled and said: "The writers just write the books, and the ones who print the books are in charge of printing the books. We print what we want. There are so many rules. Are Ma Sha's books all carved according to other people's books? As long as it doesn’t print those wicked books and disrespectful articles, the court doesn’t care. Don’t worry, young master, I’m doing my old job. When I look at the page, I know that this book is inviolable!"

Is that true? But he saw that the inside page of the Rap, Singing, Words and Words book printed by Yongshun Tang clearly printed "this ya Tibetan edition, you will be investigated for thousands of miles if you copy it."

Cui Xie had reservations about his opinion, but when he saw that he was happily talking, he forgot to be cautious, so he poured him a glass of wine, picked up a few chopsticks and let him talk while eating.

Shochu has a high alcohol content, and ordinary people don't often drink it. The shopkeeper drank a few more glasses, drank a lot of wine, completely let go of Xingmu, and said incessantly: "When we had money in the store, we went to Shuntian Mansion's concierge every year to copy the Weimo papers of the year. In such a small place in our county. They can sell two or three hundred copies, and they can reprint one edition. Some people buy old articles from many years ago. A thin copy can sell for one or two silver, and if you print it once, you will have the income for most of the year!"

Cui Xie couldn't help thinking of the box full of cases that Master Liu had given him, and took a deep breath: The things Liu Shiye gave him are really precious enough—though he probably made a lot of money himself.

And Daming publishing industry does not charge taxes. As long as you have the ability to print and sell, it doesn't matter how much you earn, it is more expensive and more affordable than doing other businesses.

But not long after he came through, the ethics hadn't been assimilated by the local publishing staff of Daming, and he didn't want to make money from the writings that others specially collected to give him.

However, it is not only the printing of Weimo to make money. The shopkeeper said: "No matter how the novels are sold, the "Three Kingdoms" is particularly good. Unfortunately, "Water Margin" is banned, otherwise it will sell even better. There are embroidered images in the book. The ones sold are better than the ones without embroidered ones. The painter we hired from Yongping Mansion at that time painted the "Taoyuan Jieyi", "Lu Bu Xi Diao Chan", "San Gu Cao Lu"... It's big, but it's quick to get the money back. I sold four to five hundred copies, and even the illiterate person was willing to buy the painting!"

He drank a few cups, his face filled with alcohol, his eyes were shining brightly at Cui Xie, as if he were looking at Yinzi: "My son, you are also a scholar, don't you know how to write novels and scripts? Our own. Write your own seal, sell the book to other places, and there are people in the world who buy it. Don't you also become the ordinary talented person of Shi Nai'an and Luo Guanzhong?"

Cui Xie nodded, brought the pot of wine in front of him, and filled him with a bowl of fish soup to warm his stomach and intestines. He got up and shouted: "Hold the inkstone, go and ask Mama Zhang to make a hangover soup. The shopkeeper drank too much."

Didn't he read Ming and Qing novels before traveling? In Ming Dynasty novels, you have to write a few sentences just for the opening words! He has read so many books, the only opening song that he can recite is Yang Shen’s "Linjiang Fairy". He has read both "Journey to the West" and "Dream of Red Mansions" several times, and he has never said recitation. The opening remarks coming down.

Can't memorize it, let him write it himself? Wouldn't it be good for him to delve into Ping Shui Yun with that time?

Let the counter shopkeeper wake up to the bar.

The task of writing a book still has to be handed over to a talented Da Ming, he is a traverser wasting time on this is putting the cart before the horse. His real advantage is not in the dozens of online novels in the hard disk, but in the future book packaging knowledge that has been developed hundreds of years more than this time.

That's right, packaging.

Good articles are not easy to make, but beautiful book covers, inner pages and illustrations can make a not-so-good-looking book arouse people's desire to buy.

When he was very young, he bought pirated textbooks for the beautiful manga portraits on the cover. When he grew up, he was attracted by the exquisite cover and color pages, and bought several expensive and impractical design books. The shopkeeper Ji also said that the embroidered picture books are better to sell than the plain text books. That is to say, the preferences of ancient and modern readers are similar, and pictures are more impactful than words, making people more willing to pay for them.

If there were activities to buy snacks and pictures in the Ming Dynasty, it might have caused a wave of buying.

Copying books is so difficult, and a person like him does not need to do it! In the chemistry book, there are printing techniques developed in the late Ming Dynasty. The bookstore has signed a lot of craftsmen who can engrave. Why doesn’t he use his strengths and avoid weaknesses, and print some that rely on the value of the face rather than the content to attract Customer's book?

Cui Xie made up his mind, went back to the table to pick up dishes, and occasionally drank a sip of wine that was not very good, slowly laying out a blueprint for the future in his heart.

But after a while, Mother Zhang brought in orange soup to sober them up, and also brought a big bowl of hot noodle soup. The soup is a thick chicken soup. I don’t know what is mixed in the noodles. The noodles themselves have a salty and fresh taste. When you sip the tip of your tongue, the umami will melt in your mouth.

The wine rushing from his stomach to his face was also washed away by the fragrant noodle soup. His spirit was unprecedentedly full, and he was abruptly interrupted as soon as he signed the tripartite agreement, and the fighting spirit of entering the workplace revived.

After lunch, when the treasurer and the clerk said goodbye to him, he walked up to the two of them, smiled and said, "Let’s go together. I also want to see what our bookstore is like."

The guy's face was slightly stiff and he glanced at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper Ji was full of red, and his drink was not clear, and he kept saying: "Walk around, Master, take a look at our study, the shop is facing the Fu Yahou Street, in the best place in Xicheng!"

Cui Yuan immediately set up the car and drove them all to Zhirong Study.

He never entered this door when he was young. He only saw it once from a distance outside, but he remembered that the store was bright and tidy, and books were piled high on shelves. Many scholars stood in the store and read or copied in front of the bookcase. . But now, goodbye, this store has a lot of antiquities, and the books on the shelves are empty, but there are a few books on the four books and five classics, the rhyme mansion, the ancient poetry and the selection of books, there are only two or three scattered books in the store. A copywriter is here.

Cui Xie had never done anything before, and felt good to see a store like this, and took the lead.

There was only one guy in the shop watching, because there were no customers, and he was not very dedicated, half asleep with a whisk to drive away flies. The guy yelled at him and told him to get up to meet the young boss, but the guy didn’t raise his eyelids and said lazily: "Little shopkeeper, we don’t have any food to eat, so what else can we do for the boss. The one behind will soon... …"

Mr. Ji's face flushed, he hurried up to cover his mouth and cursed in a low voice: "You are going to die, this is our young boss, the one from the court!"

Only then did the dude wake up, trembling all over, and winking and blaming him: "Why are you calling the young master at this time? It's a good idea to hide it from the front. Today, the family is making trouble, and the business inside is not easy to provoke. This morning I fell and smashed, scratching my face and picking my nose—what a big show!"

The voices of the two of them were so low that Cui Xie didn't hear him, but the shopkeeper's face was flushed and his eyes were astringent, so he asked him where the bedroom was and wanted to help him in to rest.

This store has two floors and there is a yard at the back. The backyard should be where the guys live. The shopkeeper Ji pointed upstairs. Cui Xie saw that the two men were busy talking, so he asked Pengyan to help him lift him up and sent him to a house separated by his right hand on the second floor.

Then he let go, and listened to the sound of cluttering outside the window, and a sharp cry from the courtyard: "I was the daughter of a good family in Luanzhou Prefecture. It was Wang Xiangzhen who beheaded by this thief who raped me and took me into captivity. When I came to the county, I asked so many **** men and wives to look at me and stop telling me to run! When the neighbor heard this, he arrested the thief for my newspaper officer, and asked the master to beat him to death with a stick!"