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Xie Zheng wanted to ask again. Zhu Yuan didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something wrong. He started to complain about the torture that he had endured during this period.

Xie Zheng watched the ink brushing quickly, and reluctantly put down the wolf. This girl's grievance has not gone down, he can't work anymore, let's wait for her to say it's happy...

However, the way of communicating ink between them is really a headache. That's it for now. If something happens, he can deal with it by printing and printing one page with movable type. In the future, when he is on the throne, what will happen to memorializing?

Well, we still have to wait until he can do things cheaply after he opens the mansion.

In retrospect, Zhu Yuan has already brought the topic to his position.

[...I didn't expect you to check the accounts. 】

Xie Zheng raised his eyebrows: [What's the problem?]

[Isn’t it “everything is inferior but only high in reading”? Many scholars still look down upon these tasks. 】

[There is no high or low in things, no high or low in learning]

[Yo, your thoughts are quite advanced]

Xie Zheng:......Why do you feel ironic?

Zhu Yuan continued: [You are right to think so, as long as you are useful, you are right to learn! Oh, let's forget the evil ways]

An old-fashioned look.

Xie Zheng was ridiculed by the training. It just happened to be in a good mood today, he thought about it, and simply talked to her about the daily routine: [Who did you learn from? 】

[What are you doing? 】

[I want to know who taught you this little girl...] ​​He couldn't find the correct modifier for a while.

Zhu Yuan went on without a face: [Bingxue smart? Delicate and thorough? Still lively and cute? 】

Xie Zheng:...

[Cheeky] He concluded.

[Bah, is there any culture? Can you speak? Sister this is called straightforward, called bold and unruly! 】

Xie Zheng: ... really cheeky.

[So, who do you learn from? Or is it only taught by parents? 】If there is a teacher's guidance, he has to dig three feet to find out and recruit him as an assistant.

[Thinking too much, like me, Quan Dayan, you can’t find the second one. Where can anyone teach it? 】

Xie Zheng:...

[Sister, I am self-taught! The envy of others will not come! ] Zhu Yuan sighed, [This case tells us that people should read more, read a lot of books, and brag about it! 】

Xie Zheng:...

[Furthermore,] Zhu Yuan pointed the finger at him, [You do not say a word about your own situation, come to inquire about me every day, I am a girl, what is worth asking? Even if you know the fate of your life, I think it's an old man who bullies children. 】

Xie Zheng felt a little guilty: [Always know] I used to worry about the identity of the other person, just in case. Now he can't tell why he still keeps hiding...

The opposite Zhu Yuan was mad at him: [Anyway, just don’t talk about it? Pooh! Sister is not rare! 】

Dropping this sentence, she ran away.

Xie Zheng waited for a while, and found that this girl was really angry and ran away. She was a little... dark and cool.

Yes, this should be the dark cool that the little girl once said.

How much he has eaten here with the little girl, and the identity problem can give him an advantage.

Well, this is the reason why he doesn't want to reveal his identity.

***

In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

The book of His Royal Highness the Three Princes is open! ! !

The various spies/subordinates/servants rushed back to report.

"When you open it, open it, look at you like you have never seen the world."

"Why is it so fussing about opening a bookstore?"

The big guys are disgusted.

The people swallowed and handed over a thin book—

Emperor Chengjia in the palace also got a booklet.

"This is the book in the third shop?" He snorted softly. "It's been a little over a year? Is this guy lazy?"

Deshun smiled: "Your Majesty, this book is not the same as the one next to it."

"Oh?" Emperor Chengjia was dubious, just as there was nothing serious today, he stretched out his hand, "Bring it, let me see."

Deshun submitted it immediately.

Emperor Chengjia took a look-"Dayan Monthly"? What is this weird name?

There is also a stamp "March of the Eleventh Year of Chengjia" at the bottom of the page.

What does it mean? Emperor Chengjia glanced at Deshun subconsciously.

Deshun baffledly looked at the booklet in his hand, and even boldly urged: "Your Majesty, open it and take a look."

Emperor Chengjia raised his eyebrows, retracted his gaze, and continued to roll it down.

This "Dayan Monthly" is very thin, the size of an ordinary book, only eight pages, each page has a theme.

Emperor Chengjia glanced at ten lines, looked more and more vigorous, and commented as he watched.

"The analysis of this scripture is good, oh, it still brings up the problem? What about the solution?" He slammed through the end, "There is no solution?"

"I also put tax reform on it. This explanation is really simple and clear, and it's pretty good."

"How come there is Suizhou? Oh, it's the local customs, not bad."

"Why do you still have a script? Let me see... It's so unreasonable, why is this talent so unfilial?! The book is in the belly of the dog...Eh? Why is it gone? What's next?" After the following plot, Emperor Chengjia was furious, "Even the number of pages is missing? How can I do something so sloppy?!"

Deshun:...

The thin booklet was over in just a few moments. Emperor Chengjia breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "This is called a monthly magazine. Is it published every month?"

"Eh, I heard that it is. The book is issued fifteenth a month."

"Remember to buy me a copy next month."

Deshun:...

When Emperor Chengjia thought of that talented person, he was upset: "Smelly boy, don't tell me to see the content first." After that, he sighed, "Where does this boy find so many capable people, it is strange and interesting to write."

Deshun smiled.

Emperor Chengjia glanced at him and asked casually: "How much did this book cost? Have you paid for it?"

Deshun waved his hand hurriedly: "A volume is not more than thirty dollars, so a money slave can still afford it."

"Oh-ah? Thirty texts?" Chengjia was shocked, "Why is it so cheap? Does he still want to make money?" He also invested a thousand taels in it, how can he make money like this?

Of course Deshun remembered his thousand taels, and he dared not speak immediately.

"Co-authoring is to take my money to Huohuo!" Emperor Chengjia was not angry. "Go, call him, and I must ask him carefully what is going on with this bookstore!"

So, an hour later, Xie Zheng, who was sitting in the bookstore, walked into the Imperial Study Room.

In the past two years, among the princes, Xie Zheng has been the top of the list in terms of the number of times of entering and leaving the imperial library.

Xu is that he is usually cold and indifferent, and after a few credits, he is not high-profile and does not strive for credit. When things are done, he can easily get out of him.

The master's heart is the most intelligible to guess.

Especially the three princes became favored by naked eyes.

Today's matter is not a major event. Moreover, Emperor Chengjia was curious about this and wanted to ask someone for questioning. Therefore, I went out to shout for the virtues of people and pushed the boat along the way, and said a few words.

Xie Zheng was a little surprised, and nodded gently: "Thank you, father-in-law for the mention."

Deshun smiled and said, "His Royal Highness is polite, but it's just a simple sentence."

He was not called the Third Highness, but directly and kindly called His Highness.

Dog minion. Xie Zheng sneered secretly. Pretending to be like that, his face becomes faster than anyone else when there is a turmoil. From the last life to the later period, he was not less angry with this old slave.

Pulled away.

Entering the imperial study room, Xie Zheng’s knees just fell, and he heard Chengjia’s urging voice from the upper seat: "No gift, come here quickly!"

He urged him to urge him, but Xie Zheng didn't stop at all. He did not hurry up before he got up and walked over: "Father, what's the point of looking for sons and ministers?"

With a "pop", the freshly released monthly magazine from his bookstore was thrown onto the Dragon Case.

"The scholar rushed to take the test of the script, what about the latter part? The ending?" Emperor Chengjia was angrily. "How did you do it? You can't even post all the contents. What bookstores are you tossing about?"

Xie Zheng:...

Eunuchs:...

The Imperial Study Room was quiet.

Emperor Chengjia paused, coughed, and hurriedly said: "No wonder you have thirty cents for a pamphlet. How can you dare to set a high price? How can you make money? I think you were pretty reliable in doing things in the past. How to turn a good bookstore into this kind of virtue?"

Xie Zheng didn't change his face but calmly said: "The monthly magazine has been proofread several times and there is no error."

Emperor Chengjia was stunned: "Nothing went wrong? What about the second half of the script?"

Xie Zheng reminded: "This is a monthly magazine."

"?" Emperor Chengjia was at a loss.

Xie Zheng explained: "One volume is printed every month. In order to attract people to subscribe, the above words are originally serialized, and only part of the issue is printed. If you want to see the ending, you can only keep ordering."

Cheng Jiadi:...

"You only have thirty pennies per book, but the paper alone has more than thirty pennies. The more people you subscribe to the book, the more you lose!" He was angry, "Is there any business you do?"

Xie Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Who said that the paper is more than 30 articles?" He glanced at the monthly magazine on the Dragon Case. "Isn't my father feeling that the paper in this pamphlet is much rougher and harder than the pages we usually use?"

Emperor Chengjia was slightly surprised.

Deshun hurriedly picked up the monthly magazine that had fallen on the edge of the dragon case and presented it to Emperor Chengjia. The latter took it, carefully read the paper several times, twisted his fingers, and then frowned, "Except for the harder ones, the more rough ones. What a difference?"

Xie Zheng reminded him: "Erchen said last year that Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing has been doing paper research and development."

Emperor Chengjia thought for a while, and it really happened.

"This paper was obtained through countless experiments by artisans. It uses rice stalks that can be found everywhere in the country. Although the production method is a bit cumbersome, it greatly reduces the cost. Paper is not a problem."

Emperor Chengjia frowned: "That printing--"

Xie Zheng smiled: "Movable type printing."

Cheng Jiadi:...

He flipped through the monthly magazine again, and asked casually, "Then you have to spend money on these contents? How many people do you raise?"

coming. Xie Zheng thought secretly. This is what Chengjia Emperor wants to ask.

"Erchen did not raise a few literati—oh, there are. After all, correction and printing require literate literati to handle it. There are still many jobs in the shop that need literati."

Emperor Chengjia frowned.

"However, these manuscripts were indeed not written by Erchen's people." Xie Zheng smiled, "Contributions."

"Contribute?"

Xie Zheng motioned him to look at the monthly magazine: "Below each article, there is a source, indicating who the author is."

Emperor Chengjia hurriedly lowered his head and looked: The scripture is Sui'an, the tax reform is Mr. Mei Ying, and the story is Mr. Page...

Before he could ask him, Xie Zheng told him directly: "Jushi Sui'an is Cui Jijiu of the Imperial College, Mr. Meiying is Master Qiu of the Hubu, and the rest are contributed by the people." He motioned to Emperor Chengjia to look at the back cover, "Bottom. There is the submission method of Erchen Shop."

Emperor Chengjia was stunned: "Contribute to the money?"

"of course."

"How many?"

"One or two hundred words."

Emperor Chengjia opened his mouth: "Isn't that a loss?"

Xie Zheng was surprised: "Why have you lost?"

Emperor Chengjia was not angry: "You only bought thirty cents for one copy, so you still have a loss?"

Xie Zheng raised his eyebrows: "Erchen can sell more than 10,000 copies of a periodical--" he paused, "This is the first issue, and there should be 100,000 copies next month."

Emperor Chengjia frowned, "It's barely enough to pay for it." A hundred thousand copies are only three thousand taels. What is enough?

Xie Zheng stopped saying: "You will know next month."

Emperor Chengjia was dumb and stared at him: "The stinky boy is still playing a dumb riddle with me, hurry up and be honest!"

Xie Zheng's lips curled up: "It's not beautiful to solve the mystery too early." Without waiting for Emperor Chengjia to ask again, he knelt down, "The shop has just opened and things are complicated. If there is nothing else to do, the children will leave first."

Cheng Jiadi:...

Seeing that this stinky boy was about to withdraw, Emperor Chengjia got up and hurriedly said: "Eh, other things are easy to say, first show me the follow-up manuscript of the script."

Xie Zheng, who had just retreated to the door, kicked the threshold with a "boom" and almost fell out.

Emperor Chengjia talked.