"What is this?"

Lin Jian was holding these two pieces of jujube wood in his hand, with a curious face.

He came here tonight to thank Zhao Xie in person, and walked out and walked around. After entering Lin Zhao's house, he said a few words to Zhao Xie, and he saw the blocks in the corner made of jujube wood.

He naturally recognized the negative texts carved on these squares, and were no different from the negative texts on the seal, but there were usually three or four characters on the seal, at least two characters. There were very few seals with one character, let alone so many small wooden blocks with one character.

Seeing him picking up the mold he had carved for a long time, Lin Zhao coughed and said, "Uncle Qi, my nephew has been working in a bookstore recently and has learned some intimate texts, so I'll try to carve it out at home."

Lin Jian looked at his distant nephew with a smile and said, "You can use jujube wood when carving it? This thing is not cheap."

After Lin Zhao was exposed, he felt a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Since Uncle Qi asked, I will tell the truth. This thing is a mold I used to make movable type and is ready to be made for printing books."

Lin Jian didn't understand it for a while, and he frowned slightly and said, "How to print this thing? Is it dipped ink one word at a time?"

“Similar to the woodblock.”

Originally, this kind of idea of ​​making money would never be easily told to others, but the distant uncle in front of him had a huge difference in identity with Lin Zhao, and I think he might not be able to value this little profit. Moreover, if he encounters any trouble in the future, if this former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue can serve as a backer for him, then for Lin Zhao, there will be no difficulty in Yuezhou City.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhao lowered his head and picked up a few jujube wood blocks and said, "When you need to print a book, just put these commonly used characters together and place them in a wooden frame to fix them, it is equivalent to making a carved plate. This kind of thing is not time-saving than carved plates, but as long as you gather a set of commonly used characters, you can change in a variety of ways, and you don't need to create a carved plate in one set of books."

"My nephew called it movable type."

After hearing this, Lin Jian's face changed. He squatted down and picked up the jujube wood pieces carved by Lin Zhao, and picked out four words from it. The four wooden pieces were put together to form the four words "Shang Shan Ru Water".

Lin Jian stared at these four words for a while, then stroking his hands and sighed.

"It's true that there are ever-changing changes. As long as you engrave three or five thousand words, you can almost print all the books in the world!"

He bent down again, searched among the dozens of jujubes for a while, then looked up at Lin Zhao with a smile on his face.

"It's the first time you are a young man who has entered the city. You have never been involved in the book shop business before. How did you come up with this idea?"

"Because my nephew needs to make money."

This time, Lin Zhao answered without hesitation.

"In the book shop, the printed books are generally cheaper, but a set of carved papers is too complicated to make, so only a few of the books in the book shop are printed, and most of them are handwritten. Compared with the printed books, the price of handwritten is too expensive."

"A hand-written "Blue Mountain Collection" will cost 500 yuan in Sanyuan Bookstore. Some of them have more words and are even more expensive. If these books can be printed in movable type, the cost will be greatly reduced."

Lin Jian's name is Yuanda and his nickname is Mr. Lanshan. The "Blue Mountain Collection" mentioned by Lin Zhao is a collection of Lin Jian's poems and essays over the years. This Tanhualang is very famous in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Blue Mountain Collection naturally sells well, especially in Yuezhou Prefecture, and the sales have always been very good.

But even so, no book shop has produced a carved version of the Lanshan Collection.

After all, Blue Mountain collects tens of thousands of words, and the cost of making a carved version is too high, so it is better to ask someone to copy them one by one.

Speaking of this, Lin Zhao's tone was a little excited.

"When my nephew gets this thing out, the printing cost will be greatly reduced. At that time, other bookstores will sell for one-day money and two-day money. My nephew will only sell for four or five hundred yuan to make a lot of money."

Seeing Lin Zhao's appearance, Lin Jian shook his head helplessly: "Most people are profit-oriented after middle age. Why are you so focused on making money at this age?"

Lin Zhao smiled at Lin Jian.

"It's probably because I've suffered a little over the years and I always want to earn more money."

After hearing this, Lin Jian stopped talking.

He was not from the main lineage of the Lin family. Lin Zhao was born in the fourth family of the Lin family. He was born in the third family of the Lin family. His life was not particularly easy when he was a child. Fortunately, he was a child prodigy and passed the exam early. The third family gradually became prosperous because of his Tanhualang.

Therefore, he has never suffered much.

"Your idea is very good."

After a while, Lin Yuanda said, "Although your original intention was to make some money, the thing you came up with is a good thing. Once it is widely promoted nationwide, the price of books will drop at least two or three times or even more."

Lin Jian's face was a little serious: "I still have many scholars in Dazhou that cannot afford books. Many of them can only borrow and copy them by themselves. In some poorer rural private schools, there are dozens of elementary school children, and there is not even a single book."

"This thing is done and the merits are immeasurable."

Lin Zhao smiled at Lin Jian: "Uncle Qi, I don't want to be immeasurable. I just want to make some money now. I have seen this thing for you, and I told you the truth, don't spread it."

"My nephew is still counting on this to make some money."

"It will be spread sooner or later."

Lin Jian frowned slightly: "Although your idea is wonderful, it is not complicated. As long as they know this thing, they can learn it immediately."

"My nephew didn't expect this thing to be kept secret."

Lin Zhao lowered his head and said, "But as long as I am more careful, it should be OK in two or three years. In three years, this thing can earn a lot of money for my nephew. As for whether other bookstores will follow suit in three years, it has nothing to do with me."

There is no patent in this era, and it is someone else's who learn it. Therefore, Lin Zhao did not intend to eat movable type printing for the rest of his life. He only planned to use this to make his first pot of gold and then leave.

Lin Jian found a chair in this small room and sat down. After a long silence, he looked up at the young man in front of him and asked, "How are you going to make money?"

"My nephew is now working as an apprentice in Sanyuan Bookstore. The owner of that family has a pure personality. He has a printing workshop at home. My nephew is planning to work with him to print movable type."

Yuan Dagong sighed and said, "Forget it, no matter what, if you make this thing, you can reduce the price of Yuezhou books, and I won't stop you."

"But in three years, this thing is best to be promoted throughout the world, so that everyone can read books in the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Lin Zhao lowered his head slightly and said with a smile: "Three years later, Uncle Qi will come forward to promote this thing to the world."

This is a great merit. If Lin Jian said it, no matter what, Lin Yuanda will be destined to be famous in history.

Even Lin Jian's nature was slightly touched at this time. He stood up from the chair, found a sandalwood sign in his arms, handed it to Lin Zhao, and said, "Outsiders are pure and not pure and kind, you, a young man, can't see it clearly. In the face of wealth, no one can tell what Xie Sanyuan will do. If you hold my sign, if there is anything he bullies you, you will report my name."

"Whether it is suing the county or government office, Uncle Wei can come forward to talk to you."

Hearing this sentence, Lin Zhao was overjoyed and immediately bent down to salute Lin Jian.

"Thank you, Uncle Qi!"

"I don't need to thank my family."

Lin Jian picked up another piece of jujube wood, looked at it, and smiled and said, "You can see that you have practiced the characters for a while, but carving is different from writing, and it is also a craft. The characters you carved are really different. If you are going to carve this movable type by yourself, I know an old craftsman who carved stones and can introduce you to learn it."
Chapter completed!