Jiang Hexi took Jiang Xiaojiu's hand and whispered: "Can you keep some face? This is our family. If Shangshu Li heard it, where will we put our faces in the future?"
Jiang Xiaojiu turned around angrily, pretending that she had not seen such a scene of losing her fortune.
Jiang Xiaojiu suddenly remembered that there were many orders in the books in the market today, and seeing this situation, in addition to orders, dozens of books have to be spared.
Thinking of this, he quickly sat down and wrote by himself.
Jiang Hexi saw Jiang Xiaojiu being so busy at night, suddenly thought of printing and asked, "Xiaojiu, it's not a way to copy like this. If you want to recognize people, when will you finish copying?
Woolen cloth?"
Jiang Xiaojiu looked up at Jiang Hexi: "Yes, I thought about it too. I felt very happy when I copied the first day, but now I'm a little bored."
Jiang Hexi nodded: "Do you know someone who carved letters in this capital? We ask him to help you carve this recipe, and then you will just print it."
"I can't do it!" Jiang Xiaojiu shook her head, like a rattle.
"How can it be used? This printing recipe is legitimate, and it is not stolen or robbed. Why does it look like a thief?" Jiang Hexi didn't understand what Jiang Xiaojiu meant.
"This, because only scriptures can be printed, if anyone prints these things, they will probably be laughed at." Jiang Xiaojiu explained.
It turned out that at that time, there were very few people reading, so there was not a lot of demand for books. Generally, everything you wanted was just copied casually.
Now that I actually want to print a recipe, it sounds like an unprecedented thing.
Jiang Hexi shook his head helplessly. Everything is good in this era, and even the materials are not very backward. The only thing that hinders their development is that rigid idea.
Jiang Hexi looked at Jiang Xiaojiu helplessly, shook her head, and said, "If you think what you wrote is garbage, I don't think you have to write anymore. If you don't have the confidence to write something, who would want to read it?"
Jiang Xiaojiu held the pen stubbornly and said to Jiang Hexi: "No, sister, I'm going to write, I must finish this book!"
Jiang Hexi patted Jiang Xiaojiu's head and smiled and said, "That's right. Since you want to do it, you must do the best. You can't give up casually."
Jiang Hexi blew out and held it, saying, "It's so late, don't copy it first. Until tomorrow, I'll go to Luoguxiang to find Carpenter Zhang and give you a stereotype."
Jiang Xiaojiu wanted to say something, but looking at Jiang Hexi's decisive spirit, he knew that even if he resisted, he would not have any effect. So he had to lower his head and go to bed obediently.
Jiang Hexi fantasized that the book was carved into wooden boards and glued with ink. With such a seal, it was dozens or one hundred.
If the funds are in place in the future, if Carpenter Zhang helps to carve the renderings and processes on it, it will become a work with pictures and texts.
As she thought about it, she fell asleep unknowingly. She didn't expect that she would become a bookseller in this society. The books she published under her guidance were called the only bestseller of that era.
The next day before dawn, she ran to the door of Carpenter Zhang's house in Luoguxiang and waited.
Carpenter Zhang usually carved a royal calendar and had some announcements. Basically, there was nothing to do before opening the door very late.
When I opened the door to pour water in the morning, I saw someone standing at the door and almost poured it on her. I stopped quickly and shouted, "Hey, little girl, why are you standing in front of my door? I almost poured you all over.
Dirty water!”
Jiang Hexi quickly stepped back, jumped up, and smiled and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I came to you early in the morning to ask for help, but you didn't come out."
Carpenter Zhang looked at Jiang Hexi, a strange woman, who seemed to have come from another place with a look of disdain.
Jiang Hexi gave a silver note and said, "I heard that Mr. Zhang has been around for a long time, but I just don't have the chance to visit him. This is a little bit of a word, Mr. Zhang will take it to have tea!"
Carpenter Zhang helped others to carve letters for so long, but he was always ordered by others. Those people were either rich or noble, and they shouted loudly at themselves.
Now I saw this little girl giving her a silver note. She was so polite. I felt so happy and felt a little fluttering.
When Jiang Hexi saw that Carpenter Zhang was a little moved, he hurriedly walked up and said with a smile, "Actually, there are a few counties and districts around our capital and who doesn't know about Uncle Zhang's craftsmanship?"
Carpenter Zhang looked at Jiang Hexi: "You are a girl, don't you want to learn craftsmanship, right? You can't do this thing!"
Jiang Hexi shook his head quickly and said to Carpenter Zhang: "Where is it? This job is a meticulous job. How can I do it like a big guy? I just want you to help with some work."
Carpenter Zhang nodded and said, "I don't know what the lady is going to do? I engrave a letter, and I will print hundreds of letters after engraving, otherwise you won't be able to get it."
Jiang Hexi nodded: "Mr. Zhang is a cheerful person. I want a booklet that can print about 600 copies. Are you willing to help?"
Carpenter Zhang nodded and said, "Then, take out your things and take a look."
Jiang Hexi put his recipe in front of Carpenter Zhang with hope. Unexpectedly, Carpenter Zhang took a look and threw it on the ground, saying, "Single and scum! You still asked me to print this ghost thing? I copied it.
I don't bother copying it."
Jiang Hexi picked up the recipe and said to Carpenter Zhang: "Why does Uncle Zhang look down on our book? Where did you offend you? I'm very good at reading it. Look, the words here are simple, and
The content is rich and you will still pay for your labor hours. What do you think?"
Carpenter Zhang shook his head: "Do you think any writing can be done casually? Those who read books are all scholars. Now you all have cats and dogs to read books. In the future, scholars who can read literacy can be called scholars.
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Jiang Hexi frowned and explained: "Uncle, literacy does not mean reading, and we all know that under this heavenly dynasty, the reading we talk about is all the books of sages!"
Carpenter Zhang looked at Jiang Hexi with a contemptuous look on his face and said, "It's fine since you know, then you can copy this book yourself. When the chefs are all literate, come to me again!"
As he said that, he turned around and went into the house. After walking two steps, he suddenly remembered that the basin that had poured water just now was still on the ground, so he ran out to pick it up, walked into the house and closed the door.
Suddenly a woman's voice came out and asked, "What's wrong? Who is coming to provoke you early in the morning?"