Chapter 539 The printing shop that does not belong to the aristocratic family is not very serious
Chapter 539: Printing shops that do not belong to aristocratic families are not serious (please subscribe, vote and reward)
Li Ke smacked his mouth and was about to continue speaking when he saw that the roasted pig eggs over there were already cooked and being distributed, so he hurried over.
"Hey, hey, hey... come on, give me a few skewers quickly."
Shengsheng took a few skewers of pig eggs from the Cheng family's cook who was grilling skewers, and then strolled back with satisfaction, and handed two skewers to Cheng Chubi, who had a dark look on his face.
"Hehe... I just like this one. Let's chat while we eat. Brother, please hurry up."
Cheng Chubi glanced at His Highness the King of Wu who was afraid of eating a few less skewers than others. He ate roasted pig eggs and chatted with Li Ke while eating.
Only then did I realize that not only Chang'an, but most of the printing houses in the world were controlled by the families who passed down poetry and calligraphy.
After all, it has been passed down for thousands of years that they know best about books, that is, they control the lifeblood of those who read.
Since the advent of engraving and printing, these aristocratic families have established their own printing houses one after another.
After all, even if you want to print books, except for some of the more common books on the market.
It is difficult for you to borrow those books that have been passed down from ancient times by aristocratic families.
After all, Cheng Chubi had a mother who was a bookworm, so she naturally knew that those aristocratic families regarded those books as more important than any other treasure.
Cheng Chubi ate the kebabs in his hand anxiously and muttered unhappily.
"Are there no other people in this business besides them?"
"This, in fact, is not impossible..." Li Ke hesitated, and it took him a long time to speak hesitantly.
"..."
Cheng Chubi looked at Li Ke's expression that seemed to be very embarrassed and tangled, and couldn't help but be curious.
"What do you mean, you actually know that there are printing houses that do not belong to aristocratic families?"
"Yes, there are, but their scale is not large."
"What's wrong with the small scale? As long as we have experienced craftsmen to lead us, it won't take too long to cultivate more craftsmen."
"It's much better than having nothing at all. It's much better to have nothing missing. The most important thing for us now is to seize the time to do big things."
Cheng Chubi looked at Li Ke suspiciously, always feeling that this brother who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper seemed to be hiding something from him.
Li Ke took a nap and put the bamboo stick aside. He looked around cautiously and his voice became more and more furtive.
"But, they have a bad reputation. If we really buy it, I'm afraid it won't be suitable..."
Cheng Chubi snorted. "You have a bad reputation. Why, did you bully and dominate the market? Or did you buy and sell by force?"
"Oh...that's all. I'll just say it bluntly, brother. Brother, do you still remember the bookshop we went to before?"
"???" It took Cheng Chubi a long time to react, and he looked at Li Ke who looked slightly embarrassed in front of him with a dark expression on his face.
Not only does this girl have a bad reputation, she is definitely a bookstore with the level of gentle and scum, okay?
"Brother Xian, you mean that they also have a printing shop?"
Cheng Chubi was in a bad mood. He didn't expect that the Tang Dynasty not only had serious printing houses, but also unofficial printing houses.
"Brother, you don't know something. If you ask someone to copy the story books published by those bookstores, how many gentlemen do you think would be willing to do it?"
Cheng Chubi immediately laughed. "It sounds like you gentlemen are not willing to appreciate that thing."
Hearing these ironic words, Li Ke suddenly became unhappy and said with a pale face.
"A gentle man has to have some fun. Besides, I'm just happy to appreciate that thing, and I don't mean to do anything bad."
"I understand, you don't have to worry." Cheng Chubi patted Li Ke's shoulder sincerely.
This is true. I think his behavior is just like the simple and kind-hearted self he used to be. He neither commits crimes nor acts randomly.
But I also have a passion for appreciating both artistry and education, and I really like those performing artists who have the courage to sacrifice themselves.
Of course, this is definitely from a purely artistic appreciation point of view, and he is definitely not the same type of person as Li Ke, a delinquent prince who likes to flirt with others all day long.
Li Ke could only take a bite of the pig's balls angrily and continue to state his point of view.
"Although they are willing to quietly buy those things for collection, it does not mean that they are willing to take on such a job. It is too degrading to be polite..."
Seeing this polite scumbag Li Ke, who knew very well about the unscrupulous industries in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, talking about him like a star here.
Cheng Chubi was truly impressed by this wise brother who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper. He was indeed a professional lover of unorthodox literature and unorthodox picture albums.
Seeing Cheng Chubi's strange expression and disgusted eyes, Li, the enthusiastic Tang royal toolman, suddenly became unhappy.
"Brother, what's your expression like? I'm doing you and my brother a favor.
If it weren't for you, little brother, I would go to such places and inquire about them."
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Cheng Chubi rubbed his face and then spoke softly to comfort the unhappy His Highness King Wu.
"I'm just surprised. I didn't expect that my dear brother would make such a big sacrifice for the sake of brotherhood. I really admire him."
"In that case, then you just spend money to buy it. No matter whether he is serious or not, having a printing house is the last word."
"Haha... That unorthodox printing shop is the workshop they rely on for a living. If it were sold to us, do you think they would be happy?"
"And the backstage boss is, um... exactly the old Mr. Xu who drew the picture of the Acupuncture Bronze Man for us."
"..." Cheng Chubi remembered that Master Xu who was good at human body painting and liked to leave a devilish and very unseemly smile on his portraits.
"Brother, I just found out that Mr. Xu is a branch of the Xu family in Gaoyang, Hebei Province. In his early years, he was also a talented and well-known scholar of the Xu family."
"But because he was from a side branch, he was not valued by the Xu family of Gaoyang. In a rage, he left Gaoyang and became an official in the previous dynasty."
"After the founding of the Tang Dynasty, he stayed away from official career and wrote books and paintings to make a living..."
"It seems that his hobbies are quite broad. The books he writes must be as good as his paintings..." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel happy.
Li Ke nodded subconsciously. "So, he has always kept a low profile, and after all, there is still a certain demand for such bookstores..."
And those aristocratic families despise such an improper place, but unfortunately, there are always some people among them who cannot suppress their inner turmoil.
Occasionally, I will quietly buy some books or picture albums that I like to enjoy privately.
Therefore, this unorthodox bookshop was able to survive. After all, the things printed were all unorthodox things, so naturally the scale could not be large.
Keeping a low profile is king, and making money in silence is the mainstream.