Chapter 101 Brother Taiwan, buy a book? (Seeking to read)

Inside.

When Qi Ping closed the door, he saw Fan Yi's teapot on the table, and poured two cold water with severe water, excitedly:

"The manuscript has been found to be engraved, and it will be released in the past two days."

"So fast?" Qi Ping stunned.

You know, in his impression, ancient printing efficiency is really low.

Even after the rise of living print printing, this is the same, especially for most of the novels, so many words, one by one, is a vast project.

"If it was in the past, it must be slow, but after developing a printing instrument from the Xuanji Department of the Taoist Temple, it would be different." Fan Yi explained.

Taoism? This is the second time Qi Ping heard this name today.

Xuanji Department ... is the first time.

According to Fan Yi, that was a group of people in the full -time research in the Daomen's Altar, and the reform of the new printing technique came from the promotion of the emperor.

Book engraving is no longer a hand -made word, but uses a magic weapon without a monk drive. Instead, it consumes a special ink sold by the Taoist courtyard.

... The business model of shaving knife is ... Qi Ping secretly vomited, thinking, no wonder the words in the store are small than expected. In one page, you can plug more.

"I am going to have a volume first, try the water, and look at the market response."

At the end, Fan Yi carefully sought the opinion.

Qi Ping laughed: "You decide these decisions. But I have an idea, it is best to add some 'selected' paragraphs on the title page of the book."

"Selected?" Fan Yi was blank.

Qi Ping explained:

"Just put some eye -catching words in the text in the front, such as this paragraph:

‘Ximen Qing and do n’t go with him ... so sitting in the green yarn account, making the woman ... light cage and golden cage with both hands, holding fixed ...’

Just like this:

‘Li Ping'er taught Ximen Qing to sit on the pillow ... Flower insertion, automatic exchanges ...’

Well, there are illustrations, you can also put it in this ... So, I will wait for you to write a full book directory, which is also attached to the front. In this case, the guests read and look forward to the follow -up. "

Fan Yan was shocked as heaven, but only felt that Qi Ping said that the technique was not only fresh, but also very high feasibility.

"You are really a genius, I write it quickly, I went to the bookstore overnight!" The second shopkeeper trembled excitedly.

Nympho

Nympho

That night, Fan Yi returned with a tired body late, without eating, and did not take a bath.

Just lay down in the room, in the dark, but insomnia.

Similar insomnia is not the first time. From the bad business, he is often the case, but he has not been revealed in front of his brothers and sisters in the Qi family.

Walking out of his father's wings and hitting this complicated world, he finally had to face the storm. He was not prepared at all.

It's just ... the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

When he really faced this world, he knew that it was really not easy to start with your hands. Besides ... he still had a capital.

Suddenly I understand my father.

Suddenly, the boy will always grow up at a certain moment of life. Fan Yi thinks that he is not a child, but this is not the case.

What he did not say to Qi Ping was that even if it was a small workshop, the engraving of the original books was very high, just like a later factory, "opening the mold" is always expensive.

Moreover, there are also requirements for the number of "seal" volumes.

This time, Fan Yi secretly pledged all his net worth, leaving only a small part of the weekly transfer to silver money.

This is a gambling. If the gambling loses, the roll is covered.

If the gambling win, since then, the sky is high.

That night, Fan Yi did not know when he fell asleep.

Nympho

In the next two days, he took care of the shop to take care of Qi Yan, and waited for the book workshop almost all the way, staring at the engraving production.

Finally, in the early morning of the third day, he got the first batch of samples, dozens of books.

"Boss Fan, what do you see, if there is no problem, then engraved a large number of prints."

In the engraving workshop, a middle -aged man handed the sample book.

Fan Ying's spirit shocked, and he took it busy.

He looked seriously, not leaking a little detail, half a while, closed the book, and breathed a sigh of breath:

"Very good, trouble everyone."

Middle -aged and Shanxiao said: "Boss Fan is polite."

Fan Yi took the spirit and hugged dozens of books wrapped in cowhide paper in his arms, hurriedly walked out.

Fan Yi held the sample book, just walked out of the alley, a carriage drove quickly, and the wheels just crushed a pool of water on the ground.

Under the sun, the stagnant water splashed, the water was exploded, and the water splashed on the face.

Fan Yi turned subconsciously, buried his head in the bow, protecting a bundle of books in his arms, so that it was free of water splash.

Then I glanced at the carriage, stuffed, and left with a wet robe.

This scene is completely in the eyes of everyone.

"This little boss looked at it, and his brain was not smart. Dozens of books were not as expensive as the clothes, how about wetness." A worker laughed.

The rest are also ridiculed.

The only middle -aged man scolded: "Shut up, do your job!"

Somehow, at this moment, he suddenly felt that the little boss would definitely be done.

Nympho

Nympho

The weather is very good today, and the sun is grand.

The wind of late spring rolled across Nancheng, the street, car and horse, cargo Lang, pedestrian, intertwined.

In the lively Liujiao lane, two and a half of the teenagers are tall and short, one fat and thin, and walk side by side.

The cheese wearing a low -key, but a high -cost scorching robe, the temperament is very different from the residents of Nancheng. At first glance, it is the young master of the wealthy family.

In your hands, each holding a food box.

"Lu'an, you go fast, what are you slowing slowly?"

He is tall and thin, his complexion is pure, and Wang Yan is angry with his companions.

Beside, the little fat is Lu An's chubby pier helpless:

"I didn't eat in the morning, or let's eat it first."

Speaking, he looked at the meat shop next to him.

Wang Yan glanced at him with scornfully, seemed to be disdainful of it:

"You are lazy, you know you are going to come today, don't eat it early?"

Lu An's weakness: "I'm sleeping too much."

Having said that, he sighed and complained slightly: "Why did Taifu live in such places and is so far from the inner city."

Wang Yan's noodles yearning:

"This is called‘ Dexing ’. As a Taifu, if you speak, where can you be in Kyoto?

Among the "Taifu" of the two people, they were the teachers of the emperor.

That is, the legendary "emperor".

However, a few years ago, for the old age, he resigned from the official body.

The emperor respects it, and gives the mansion for the mansion of the mansion.

The old man did not lead, only with a little granddaughter. In the south of the city, a flat courtyard was set up.

Since then, he has been drawn in the literary world, staying away from the court, and is hidden in the city. In addition to reading and tea, you can walk away in the market every day and admire countless literati.

The Manchu dynasty, but the head of his head was cut, and the descendants of the family were sent to school.

The old lady Fu obstructed her feelings and was difficult to refuse. She was difficult. After receiving a few, she only promised to teach a few days a month, and requested that the coming person must not take the wealthy car and horse to avoid disturbing the neighbors.

Two and a half of the young people are the children of this "Beijing circle".

In the morning, I came to the outer city with a car horse. The driver stopped in the distance and walked.

Xiao Fatdun did not show this opinion, or he didn't hear it, but he just stunned the streets and eaten on the streets, swallowed.

Wang Yan was helpless, so he had to wait for a friend to fill his stomach.

Just waiting, suddenly, he noticed that a strange guy came in the crowd:

Wearing a large and thick sauce, a cotton hat was buckled on his head, wrapped his face with a scarf, only half of it showed, and ghostly came over.

Looking at him, the little eyes were on, and the post came over.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Yan frowned, showing a vigilant expression.

But seeing the masked person looked around, suddenly opened the robe, took out a roll of yellow papers, and lowered the sound: "Brother Taiwan, buy a book?

Wang Yan: ??
Chapter completed!