After taking Mi Gu and Yuan Gun Gun with them, they ran a certain distance before Gong Liang stopped.
The little guy pouted and banged the sky drum "dong dong" and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, I want to play the drum with them."
Yuan Gungun also cried out: "Gongliang, I want to play the piano with them."
Gong Liang glared at it. With his poor pipa skills, he still had the nerve to play with others and was not afraid of being laughed at. However, it was not easy to make trouble with this fool on the street, so he had to advise: "We have something to do today, wait until another day."
Come and play, Migu, you too."
Yuan Gungun stopped barking after hearing Gong Liang's words. Mi Gu listened to Dad's words and stopped barking.
Daxia Dragon City can be said to have gathered the top elites in Daxia.
Because of this, there are many literati in the city. New poems, new poems and articles appear almost every day. Every few days there are elegant gatherings where literati recite poems, write poems and discuss articles.
The organizer of the gathering will inevitably record the good poems, poems and articles at the gathering and print them into books to spread the reputation of the gathering and the participants and win good reputations for each other.
People who come to the imperial capital and want to make a name for themselves will inevitably write down their articles and poems, print them into books and publish them to promote themselves.
These factors have made the printing industry in Longcheng very developed, and there is even an alley dedicated to printing from beginning to end.
Gongliang came to the alley, found the largest printing house and walked in. He brought Mi Gu with a nine-color tail, a pair of wings, golden vertical hair, and a chubby and fluffy round body. At first glance, he looked like an extraordinary person. Originally, he was inside
The busy manager of the printing house quickly stepped forward and pushed away the clerk who wanted to greet the guests. He stepped forward and said attentively: "Sir, may I help you with anything?"
"I have a book to print, how long do you think it will take to print it out?" Gong Liang took out the written "Stone Monkey Seeking the Tao" and gave it to him.
The head of the printing house looked at the densely packed text on a thick stack of paper and asked, "I wonder how many copies you need to print?"
"Print a thousand copies first!"
"The Records of the Stone Monkey Seeking the Way" has a total of more than two million words. He plans to divide it into five volumes and publish them, each volume is one volume, that is, five thousand copies.
He plans to print a little bit first to test the water, and if it sells well, it won't be too late to print more.
"A thousand copies?"
The director of the printing house looked at the surprisingly thick "Stone Monkey Seeking the Way" in his hand, his eyebrows slightly twitched, wondering: "To be honest, sir, if we just print the book, it will be very fast. But before printing the book, we need to engrave it first."
Printing, printing and binding into a volume will take a long time. Besides, there are so many words in your book and a lot of engravings are needed. I'm afraid it won't be printed in a short time. Moreover, our business has a long history.
The books ordered by the guests must be printed first before it can be your turn, so I'm afraid your book won't be printed in a short time."
"How long will it take?" Gongliang frowned.
"About three months."
Gongliang couldn't believe it, "Are you kidding? It takes more than three months to print such a small amount of books?"
The head of the printing shop smiled bitterly and said: "How dare you make such a joke with me? Three months is too much for me. If there is an error in the engraving when printing the book, it will have to be replaced and re-engraved. The time may be delayed. I guess
Not just half a year?”
In Gongliang's previous life, printing a book was a matter of seconds, so it was so troublesome.
He didn't expect that it would take such a long time. This was completely inconsistent with his plan!
Seeing that Gong Liang was silent, the manager knew that he thought it took too long, so he said: "The time spent on printing books is mainly engraving. If you think it takes too long, you can also ask an immortal master for help, but the price offered by the immortal master is very high.
And what I want is spiritual stones. With such words as Young Master, I will probably need twenty spiritual stones."
"Medium grade?"
The manager smiled and said: "How dare you ask for so much? Only twenty low-grade spiritual stones are enough."
Twenty low-grade spiritual stones are completely acceptable.
"Then I'll find someone to engrave. I won't miss his spiritual stone. However, I would like to include a few pages of portraits in the book. I wonder if the manager knows someone who is a good painter. Price is not an issue, but the craftsmanship must be good."
The way he looks now is simply the best example of how quickly money can come to you if you are stupid.
"Not to mention anything else, there are many people who are good painters in Longcheng. Don't worry about this young master. I will take the book to the immortal master to engrave it first. After the engraving is completed, I will invite someone to paint it. What do you think?"
Gongliang nodded slightly and asked: "How many days will it take for the engraving to be ready?"
"I'll send it to the Immortal Master for engraving. It usually takes one or two days. However, there are few characters and the master has too many engravings. I'm afraid it will take seven days to complete."
"Seven days, seven days, I will come back then."
"That's fine. I don't know what size you want this book to be. I'll tell the immortal master if you're young."
The size refers to the size of the book. Gongliang discussed with the director of the printing house and decided to print a larger size so that more characters could be printed, so that when the time comes to print, a pile of books with more than two million words would become unsightly. Gongliang specially
A specification was given, 8 cm long and 8 cm wide.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows what this number means.
After the discussion, Gongliang left some deposit and turned to leave.
I glanced at the printing shop from the corner of my eyes and saw the workers leaning in front of the engraving plate, brushing the paper over and over again, covered in ink. Finally I couldn't help but said: "Boss, are you stupid? Why would you want to carve the entire page into words?"
For printing, can’t we engrave characters one by one first and then type and print them? This saves money, trouble and effort, wouldn’t it be a hundred times better than printing like this?”
The head of the printing house was stunned when he heard this. A bright light seemed to flash in his mind, but he was still a little confused.
Out of intuition, I felt that Gongliang said something extraordinary, so I quickly invited him inside and respectfully asked, "Young master didn't understand what you just said. Could you please say it again."
Gongliang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he took out a piece of wood from the space, cut it into several squares, and carved the words "Five Blessings, Hundred Blessings, and Family Portrait" on it, then asked someone to get ink, apply it, and print it in a row on the
On paper.
In an instant, the ink words "Five Blessings, Hundred Blessings, Family Portrait" appeared on the paper.
The printing press felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.
In his mind, the printing engraving was broken down into squares with words engraved on them, and they were arranged in rows to form different articles. This method of engraving into squares for typesetting and printing is not much more flexible and trouble-free than engraving. The most important thing is that it can
Save costs and benefit more readers.
In this way, the printing shop will be favored and the business will be booming.
When the host sees it, his position may be mentioned.
Thinking of his success, the head of the printing shop was so excited that he started dancing like crazy.
Gong Liang said: Isn’t this guy suffering from epilepsy?
When Migu saw him dancing, he felt like a zombie he met in Cangwu County, so he puffed his mouth and was ready to spit at any time. Suddenly he thought that he was unable to deal with the zombies, so he prepared with both hands, puffing his mouth and moving the drum at the same time.
to the chest, ready to deal with zombies at any time.
Yuan Gungun also felt that the boss of the printing house looked like a zombie, so he quietly took out the jade bamboo and prepared to fight. In Cangwu County, it showed its power as a panda and killed several zombies.
After a while, the manager came back to his senses and realized that he was a little carried away. Suddenly he remembered something and quickly stood up and walked to Gong Liang's side.
In Mi Gu's view, this guy was going to catch Daddy, so he immediately spit out the saliva he had been preparing for a long time and beat the sky drum.
"Dong dong dong"
Fortunately, the sound of the heavenly drum was just an ordinary drum sound. If it had been the sound of the heavenly drum, the head of the printing house would have been doomed. Even so, he was unable to move due to Mi Gu's spit.
"ha"
Yuan Gungun jumped up, holding the jade bamboo in his hand, and chopped down the mountains with one stroke of his stick.
This stick carries the sound of hunting wind and is extremely fast. If it is hit, the boss of the printing house will probably have red and white hair all over his head.
When Gongliang saw something bad, he quickly used his strength to grab the round jade bamboo that had been chopped down. His hands were numb when he hit him. This idiot grew bigger and bigger, got fatter and stronger as he ate. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.
Use your true energy to hold on, otherwise this hand will definitely be useless.
Yuan Gungun saw Gong Liang stopping him and said anxiously: "Gong Liang, he is a zombie."
"He is not a zombie." Gongliang said helplessly.
"He is a zombie." Migu also said seriously: "Daddy, he was moving his hands and feet just now, just like a zombie. I have seen him occasionally."
"He was too excited, that's why he was like that, not a zombie." Gongliang explained.
"He is a zombie. Zombies are all like him. I have beaten several of them." Yuan Gungun cried out.
"He's not a zombie, he's a human. Didn't I talk to him a lot when I came in just now? How can a zombie talk? And zombies don't breathe. Do you think he's breathing?" Gongliang asked the two guys helplessly.
explained.
Migu recalled the zombie he saw in Cangwu County, and after observing it again, he found that the director of the printing house was really breathing, so he believed that he was not a zombie.
Yuan Gungun thought for a moment, and it seemed like this, so he put away the jade bamboo and stayed quietly beside it.
When Gongliang saw that the two guys were no longer arguing, he asked Migu to detoxify the director of the printing house.
As soon as the manager was able to move, he jumped to Gongliang's side and looked at Mi Gu nervously, fearing that the little thing would spit on his face again.
To be honest, he has seen a lot of things, but none of them were as terrifying as today. He felt like he was dead just now, but he was not completely dead. His body was motionless, but his eyes could still see and his ears could still hear.
People know what kind of suffering it is, but no one can understand it.
Gongliang saw the frightened look on the manager's face and said with a smile: "Don't worry, she won't spit casually."
After hearing his assurance, the manager walked out from his side, bowed his head again, and said, "Young Master, please teach me this method to my printing business."
"Didn't I already teach you?" Gong Liang said in surprise.
"Young master, I want you to only pass this method to my printing shop, and not to pass it on to others. I will report it to my master, and ask my master's family to buy this method with a lot of money, and print and sell books for the master for free.
Spread the good name of the young master throughout Daxia."
The director of the printing house believes that few people would refuse such a good thing in the face of fame and fortune.