The signboards of Chengfang Printing Workshop are dusted and no one has cleaned them, and there is no board, and the shop is hidden. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xue Fang was sitting on the counter crackling and settling accounts, and the figure outside shook her eyes and saw it, and hurriedly walked out to greet people.

"The girl is finally here, come in!"

Mei Xueyan followed her into the house, because she didn't get off the board, she couldn't see through the outside, and she didn't light the lamp, so the room was dim, and it seemed that the shopkeeper had quit his work, leaving Cui Xiancheng busy in the back room.

"Why did you clear the warehouse so early?"

Mei Xueyan looked around, and the shop was empty, only some empty wooden shelves and counters remained.

"Anyway, the business is sluggish, and now the bookstores are all going to the Majia Bookstore to buy goods, and our family still costs money to open, so we simply quit the master's work first, and the books are all cleared."

Xue Fang said as she took out a large stack from the bookcase and put it on the counter.

"Girl, this is the "Poetry Newspaper" left for you, a total of more than 30 issues, no matter how long the year before last, there are some old books in the workshop, you go and see what is less useful, all of them are given to you, they are meant to be thrown away, girl, don't dislike it, don't mention money."

"Thank you, Sister Fang."

Xue Fang took Mei Xueyan into the printing workshop inside, Mei Xueyan saw some discarded objects, the stereotype of the "Diamond Sutra", half of the ink block, all piled together, Cui Xiancheng was using a basket to hold those unwanted old books.

"The head of the May case."

Hastily greeted the salute, Mei Xueyan felt that Cui Xiancheng's attitude today was a little strange, not cold or very enthusiastic.

"Girl, let's pick it up first, I'll make you a pot of tea."

Mei Xueyan sat on the chair and looked through it slowly, the books were very mixed, but most of them were classic books, which were often bought by literati, and there were many poetry collections collected by famous writers, but there were not many books written alone, only a few, and there were only a dozen poems known as poets, and the rest of the pages were all filled with appreciation.

"This is the girl's manuscript, you can see if there are any missing pages."

Mei Xueyan took her manuscript paper and didn't check them one by one, it was useless for people to steal a page of this thing.

"I don't know about Mei, my wife took this novel as a treasure, and I stayed up late to read it on the day I took it back, and I cried so much that I was scared, and I thought something happened at night."

Cui Xiancheng said with a smile and a smile, and Xue Fang glanced at him.

"At first, I thought it was an ordinary Zhiwei novel, but then I couldn't extricate myself from it, I read it in one go, and I was stunned, Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian's love made people sigh It's a pity, I was infected for a while, so I couldn't help it late at night...... The girl didn't smile, but the girl wrote too well. ”

"......Shh I cried so much that the quilt was wet. Cui Xiancheng said tauntingly, "It's not that Mei's case is wonderfully written, it's to evoke some people's sad past, right?" ”

"Phew!"

Xue Fang took a sip and said, "The little family is angry, just thinking about the little back then, why don't you believe me after so many years?" ”

Mei Xueyan watched the two of them arguing, real or false, and it seemed to be flirting.

"That's Yan Niang's, isn't it, it's not good to let Brother Cui and Sister Fang lose their harmony for the sake of clumsiness."

"Ignore him!"

Xue Fang took Mei Xueyan's hand and said, "He's just jealous!" ”

Xue Fang didn't treat Mei Xueyan as an outsider, she chatted with her, saying that she also had a crush when she was young and beautiful, but because of her family and parents and other reasons, she couldn't be together in the end, and finally followed Cui Xiancheng, so reading Nie Xiaoqian's love, she remembered her regrets.

No wonder Cui Xiancheng is lukewarm to her.

Saying that, Xue Fang wiped her tears again, and Mei Xueyan could only comfort.

"A Chinese Ghost Story is not only the helplessness of God's will, even though the separation of life and death is unforgettable, but because of this, we must cherish the people in front of us even more."

Cui Xiancheng put down the book basket in his hand and said loudly: "The head of the Mei case said it well! That's the essence of the novel...... Mei case, I also read the story, it is indeed wonderful, my wife said that it is a masterpiece that I have never read! ”

"Sister Chengfang can afford it." Mei Xueyan said humbly.

Xue Fang smiled and said: "Even a stinky man like him secretly wiped his tears after reading it, which shows that the novel is very touching." ”

Mei Xueyan has already picked out a lot of books, but she doesn't need classics, that is, poetry collections, poetry newspapers, scripture collections, and policy collections, she has read relatively little, so she also chose a basket.

"Sister Fang, I originally planned to publish it as a book, but unfortunately Cheng Fang's printing workshop is gone......

Xue Fang stared and said: "Originally, I also had this intention, I wanted to carry forward this novel, it must be a story passed down by the people, and I can make money, but ...... Lao Cui is right, publishing novels is too time-consuming and expensive, our Chengfang Printing Workshop can no longer afford it, the girl can sell it to other printing workshops, and it will definitely circulate in Panorama Country. ”

Mei Xueyan didn't expect that Chengfang Printing Workshop had reached such a field and could no longer operate.

"I can not charge the manuscript fee for the time being, and I can give it back when Brother Cui has the income."

These two are honest people, and Mei Xueyan is not very willing to deal with other businessmen.

Cui Xiancheng had an embarrassed look on his face and sat down seriously.

"I don't know anything about the Mei case...... Originally, I thought that it was just a competition with the Ma family, and there was always a time when the situation improved, in order to keep the old people in the bookstore, we have been idle for a few months, and the silver saved was almost empty, and now it is helpless to resign, and the bookstore is only left with the shell, and the remaining capital of our family is difficult to even operate. ”

Xue Fang was a little gloomy, and she also took care of the printing workshop together, so she knew that there were many difficulties.

"That's all, the hardest part is the engraving."

Xue Fang said in detail: "Every time a book is printed, it must be engraved, these are made by Lao Cui himself, but the number of words in the novel is tens of thousands, and the pages are carved down, and I don't know that it will be until the Year of the Monkey, so the printing workshop does not undertake the printing of folk novels, so that only the storytellers of the teahouse pass it on by word of mouth." ”

Mei Xueyan was stunned for a while before she realized that the printing workshop still uses engraving printing! That is, a template for a page is carved out, and then printed into a book page. The engravings of the classics that are often bought by people can be used again and again, while those books that are not famous and not needed are rarely spent by the printing workshop.

The discarded engravings on the ground are the best example of the past.

In this way, apart from the large printing workshop, who has the energy to get a publication like a novel?

Therefore, paper is expensive and books are expensive, and the Ma family occupies the printing of "Poetry Newspaper", which is enough to monopolize the entire Lin'an County.

If you switch to movable type printing, then all the problems will be solved.

Mei Xueyan thought about it for a while, of course, she could secretly make money, or dedicate it to the Academy of Literature, and she would definitely get an incomparable reward, but money couldn't be earned, not to mention that she didn't have the energy and time to start another printing workshop.

Making money is only secondary, and he and Xue Fang are in love, so there is no need to hide it too much.

"Sister Fang, I have a way."