The men of Chengfang Printing Workshop have been dismissed, but more than a dozen have been recalled in the past two days, all of them are experienced and familiar hands, a bookkeeper, and two stewards have also returned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cui Xiancheng called them together, and he changed his previous depression and was quite radiant.

"What's the joy of the owner calling us back?"

The bookkeeper asked, he was already in the sixtieth year, but he was in good spirits.

"Is it a happy event that our printing workshop is in a desperate situation?" Cui Xiancheng said happily, "Huh? Steward Zhang didn't come back? ”

The other steward bowed his head, embarrassed to say, but it was the bookkeeper who spoke for him.

"Steward Zhang was dug up by the Ma family's printing workshop, and Steward Zhao went to meet him a few days ago, saying that he had signed a contract with the Ma family, and now he can't come back."

Cui Xiancheng's expression darkened, the two stewards were both veterans of the Chengfang Printing Workshop, the walls were scattered, and even Steward Zhang was the master of the matter.

"It doesn't matter, people go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. If you can come, you will give me Cui Xiancheng face, and I will be rewarded in the future! ”

The bookkeeper arched his hand and said, "The owner enjoys the meal, what other complaints do we have?" But...... Now that the Ma family has taken the lead in Lin'an County, it is the time to be proud, their Ma family eats meat, and even the soup is not left. ”

Mr. Bookkeeper knows the difficulties of the printing workshop best, at the beginning, it was losing money everywhere, and the situation was getting worse day by day, so he had to close the door.

The outspoken young man also muttered: "I'm afraid that I won't have any work for three days, and we can't care if we always eat white rice."

"Hahaha" Cui Xiancheng laughed heartily and said, "This time we are not doing a loss-making business, but finding another way!" I've discussed it with your boss's wife, and the wages of the guys will increase by 30%! ”

Of course, the guys are cheering, and the wages are what matter to them.

Steward Zhao couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "We have accumulated eight lifetimes of blessing to meet such an owner, the printing workshop was not profitable before, and the owner raised us for more than half a year, and the salary was raised before it opened, and we are embarrassed if we don't work hard......

A group of guys are grateful and ashamed, they don't have any other skills, the printing workshops in Lin'an County are closed one after another, and the Ma family doesn't need so many ordinary guys, they can't even earn chewing at home, and they can only do coolies if they continue like this.

How good it is that the printing workshop does not have to work hard under the sun, even if it is relatively easy to move things, the guys are even more grateful to the owner.

"Don't just thank me, we can only pay the salary after we start work, everyone take care of it more. Originally, I had made plans to leave my hometown, and I was also ordered by my benefactor......"

As he was talking, Xue Fang led people to come closer, it was Mei Xueyan, and Cui Xiancheng didn't care about talking to the guys, so he went to serve tea and deliver fruit plates and pastries in person.

Mei Xueyan was taken aback by his enthusiasm and quipped, "Brother Cui, you don't blame me anymore?"

Cui Xiancheng laughed, after Xue Fang watched "A Chinese Ghost Story", she remembered her confidant who was in love, and cried for him several times, Cui Xiancheng ate several large vats of flying vinegar.

"No blame, no blame, it's too late for me to thank you."

Cui Xiancheng uncovered the cloth in front of him, and below it were squares, the same size, with carved reverse characters on them, delicate and small.

"Take a look, Yanniang, do you think this will happen?" Xue Fang asked.

Mei Xueyan picked up one, it was carved from wood, it was not heavy or light, and I didn't know what kind of wood it was, it was just right to use it here.

Cui Xiancheng's craftsmanship is not picky, every word version is complete, polished to be round and shiny, and it is very comfortable to touch with his fingers.

"You husband and wife are connoisseurs, Brother Cui's skills are skilled, I didn't expect it to be made so quickly."

Cui Xiancheng said modestly: "I'm just a handicraft, and it's amazing to come up with this idea!" I just told my buddy about you, and it can be said that your actions have fed more than a dozen families in our printing workshop! ”

Xue Fang couldn't hold back her joy, and said: "Yes, now the printing workshop can be revitalized, we have also summed it up in the past few days, and the more I feel that the benefits of movable type printing are many, I can conclude that once it is learned by others to popularize it in the world, it will definitely be able to ban the old antiques of engraving!"

This is the truth, movable type printing is once and for all, and it is much more time-saving and labor-saving than engraving.

"When the Ma family is broken in Lin'an, the monopoly of the Ma family in Lin'an may not be able to snatch back the printing rights of the "Poetry Newspaper"!"

Cui Xiancheng couldn't help but say: "The Ma family is too ruthless in business, and they don't leave a way for others to live, and I will also let them taste the taste of being excluded."

Xue Fang twisted his arm, and he grinned in pain.

"You yourself still mud Bodhisattva crossed the river, just thinking about revenge?" Xue Fang said angrily.

"Hehehe, what am I afraid of with movable type printing?" Cui Xiancheng smirked, "Not only me, but I also want to pass this set of characters to my son, and my son will pass it on to my grandson......"

Xue Fang was amused by him, and scolded with a smile: "This set of wooden plates will wear out and rot after five years at most, and it will be passed on to my son, don't pay for the coffin board that my son made for you!"

"That's ......," Cui Xiancheng said, touching his handle.

Mei Xueyan feels warm every time she sees their husband and wife arguing, this is the love of husband and wife, right?

"Why don't you use porcelain tiles?" Mei Xueyan said, "Ceramics are hard and not easy to wear, even if they are used for a hundred years, they can't be broken." ”

Cui Xiancheng listened, thought for a while, and then slapped his thigh and suddenly realized.

"That's right, that's right!" Cui Xiancheng said excitedly, "The cost of porcelain is more expensive than hand carving, but it is wear-resistant, and it will not be corroded by ink. Tsk, how could I not have thought of it? ”

Xue Fang grabbed his sleeve and said, "Where do you have the silver to order porcelain tiles now?" Let's wait until the first batch of books are printed, and the frizzy pig brain will not be able to open up for the rest of his life. ”

"Xiaofang, Miss Mei is here, can you save me some face......" Cui Xiancheng smashed his mouth and said, "If you want to say that Maocai is Maocai, any idea, we ordinary people can't think of it if we want to break our brains." ”

seems to be a simple method, but in history, it did not appear until the Song Dynasty, and Mei Xueyan was fortunate to get the wisdom of her predecessors.

Mei Xueyan took out a piece of tissue paper, and there was a seal of Feng Qiumo on it.

"I've already got the copyright documents from Feng Yuanjun, let's all short silver, let's print the book and sell it as soon as possible, right?"

Xue Fang and Cui Xiancheng nodded in agreement, and the cost of their printing workshop would increase by one more day for every day they delayed, and Mei Xueyan was also anxious to earn some silver taels and wanted to buy a yard for herself.

Xue Fang straightened his expression and said solemnly: "Yan Niang, I have negotiated with the master, let's become a Fang Printing Workshop and give you thirty percent of the shares."