Kang is not a good student who loves to learn, but she respects and respects those who work in the field of education. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Throughout the ages, human history has had several ups and downs, but no matter how tragic the war, they have always been able to rebuild civilization on the ruins as quickly as possible, and the reason for this is that in addition to the strong resilience of human beings, another reason is the protection of civilization.

The seeds of civilization are still alive, and it will eventually blossom into the ruins.

Cheng Cheng has such ambitions, Jiang Pengji is naturally respected and yearned.

Civilization has never been unique to one race, it is the unique racial wealth of the human race.

Although Cheng Cheng didn't think so deeply, nor did he think so far, his thinking was eclectic, his eyes not only saw the present, but also thought about the inheritance of civilization.

Jiang Pengji thought about it, smiled and said tentatively, "I don't know if Uncle Cheng is willing to cut his love and borrow a few copies for his little nephew to copy?"

The family regards books as the root of their life, and unless they have a good relationship, they will not lend them easily, let alone copy them.

Cheng Cheng was very generous, but this person was a little childish, so he also smiled and spoke.

"Okay, of course, yes, but you have to exchange things. Cheng Cheng stroked his neatly trimmed beard and said, "Bamboo slips are easy to get damp, bulky and not easy to preserve. I heard that there is paper in the river and it is hard to find, if it is written on bamboo paper, it is light and easy to preserve...... I heard that the workshop was your mother's dowry?"

Mrs. Cheng Cheng, who was sitting in the carriage, heard her husband's nonsense words, and almost gritted her silver teeth in anger.

"Lan Tingmo wants to listen to this person, his baby bumps are not worth a lot of money. Mrs. Cheng Cheng unceremoniously lifted her husband's old bottom, and said in a shy tone, "If you like which book, just tell your aunt, you don't need to listen to Uncle Cheng's words." ”

Cheng Cheng's face turned red, and he secretly wanted to say goodbye to his wife, so as to leave him two points of thin noodles in front of his juniors.

Jiang Pengji couldn't help but smile dumbly when she saw them interacting as husband and wife.

"The paper-making workshop is indeed a dowry for the mother, and the amount of paper produced each year is limited, and most of it is ordered to each family. If Uncle Cheng likes it, the little nephew will ask the housekeeper to leave you a few knives and send them to the house......"

Cheng Cheng heard her say this, his expression couldn't help but be shocked, and he quickly explained.

"Lan Ting, this is a misunderstanding, no matter how unserious the uncle is, he also wants this old face, where can he take advantage of a junior? Uncle originally meant that if you take these books back and copy them, by the way, you can help your uncle copy a copy, and the cost of paper, pen and ink used will be calculated according to the market price. There are more and more books, and my uncle is getting older, and I don't know how long I can take care of them. ”

Not to mention that bamboo slips are bulky, they are also very difficult to preserve, and there are high requirements for the storage environment, otherwise they will become moldy or moth-eaten.

Almost every one of these tens of thousands of bamboo slips has been rebound because of dampness and mildew, and the handwriting is illegible.

In order to ensure that the content of the book is good, he always has to check back and forth several times, and then let a few sons help proofread it, and then re-compile it after making sure that it is correct, which is extremely costly.

Since the advent of bamboo paper, he has also had the idea of replacing bamboo slips with paper.

It's just that the scale of the papermaking workshop has not expanded for a long time, and the paper output every year is almost monopolized by a few scholars, and he can't order it at all.

It's a pain in the ass.

Jiang Pengji's eyes rolled, and she replied with a smile, "My nephew can't take this hand, it's okay to see it yourself, if you bring it to your uncle, wouldn't it be an axe from the class?" Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are supplied free of charge, and the right is given to my uncle's moistening pen......"

Cheng Cheng was choked by her, and his brain almost didn't turn around.

Before Jiang Pengji finished speaking, a sachet flew towards her head, and she raised her hand to grab it to avoid suffering.

"Rude, what kind of character is your Uncle Cheng, how can you make such a joke?"

Liu She had a cold face, the sachet was thrown out by him.

Cheng Cheng hurriedly stopped and teased at Liu She, "What is Zhong Qing angry about?

Even if Cheng Cheng doesn't pay much attention to the general affairs, he also knows how expensive the bamboo paper in the river is.

If you want to copy the tens of thousands of bamboo slips, the bamboo paper cost is not a small amount.

Of course, many of his books are peerless, and if you want to talk about the value, it is actually not low.

Liu She said, "Wenfu misunderstood, bamboo paper is expensive to sell outside, but it doesn't cost a few people to use it for my family." This kid is confused today, and he whimsically wants to exchange some paper for a collection of books in the room, such a black-hearted businessman is unheard of and unseen. ”

Cheng Cheng laughed and stroked Jiang Pengji's beard and said, "The tiger father has no dogs, and he has the wind of a father." ”

Liu She: "......"

He believed that Cheng Cheng was scolding people very badly, he just said that Jiang Pengji was a black-hearted profiteer, and Cheng Cheng turned his head and mocked him even more black.

No...... Who is the father and daughter?

Seeing Cheng Cheng and his daughter standing on the same front, Liu She had a feeling that he was not a human being inside and out.

I'm so tired.

For Jiang Pengji's half-joking words, Cheng Cheng should be very happy.

"Okay, nephew, as long as the bamboo paper tube you sent is enough, when your uncle finishes copying it, I will send you a copy. It's worth it. ”

Jiang Pengji's face turned red, and she felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

Bamboo paper is very expensive for outsiders, but it is not worth anything at all.

With such some paper, tens of thousands of precious books can be exchanged for back, this business is simply unprofitable, and even Jiang Pengji feels a little shameless...... Cheng Cheng responded so generously without the slightest displeasure, which made her feel a lot.

Actually, Cheng Cheng also felt a little ashamed, feeling that he had taken advantage of the juniors.

He is not a self-cherished person, and he is very precious in those books, but if others want to borrow and copy them, he can readily agree.

It's just that one more copy can be exchanged for countless precious bamboo paper, and there is no need to worry about the preservation of books in the future, which solves the worries, it seems that both sides have suffered losses, but in fact, from another point of view, they have earned.

In other words, there are things whose value cannot be measured by gold and silver.

"Thank you uncle, my nephew will definitely cherish it. ”

Cheng Cheng stroked his beard and smiled, for a person who loves books, there is nothing more pleasing to him than this promise.