"You wrote all this?"

Ji Yi looked at the stack of poems in front of him, with a complicated expression on his face, worried, relieved and proud.

At this point, Ji Songxian could only admit it, and at the same time secretly determined to study poetry well: "These are all written by my daughter over the years, it turns out that ...... The daughter didn't want to overpower Jing Gongzi, so she hid it, and now her daughter also wants to open it, and she is not afraid of anything, so she also wants to ask her father to help make a poetry collection. ”

Ji Yi flipped through a few more poems and praised them: "It's hard for you to write such poems, okay, I'll explain it in a while and ask someone to help you print it." ”

Ji Songxian was overjoyed: "Thank you father." ”

"Thanks for what." Ji Yi also smiled: "We have a small workshop for printing books, but printing some books of the subset of scriptures and history is barely maintained, and now that your books have been printed, I can't say that our book printing workshop can also make some profits." ”

Ji Songxian didn't know that there was a book-printing workshop at home, but now he immediately rejoiced when he heard it: "Even if we have a bookstore at home, then the poems and texts I write in the future can be printed." ”

Ji Yi nodded, and stroked his forehead again: "Yes, you will write poems well in the future, if you write well, your father will seal it for you." ”

Speaking of this, Ji Yi inadvertently saw Xiao Xiangzi's signature: "This name is not good, after all, the poem is printed for a while and no one knows that you wrote it." ”

Ji Songxian nodded happily, talked to Ji Yi for a while and walked back, halfway through, she went back again, and pulled Ji Yi's arm with a smile and coquettishly: "Dad, how about handing over the printing shop at home to my daughter." I promise that I will take good care of it and make money. ”

Ji Yi was taken aback, and couldn't help but look up at Ji Songxian: "Why did you think of going to the workshop?" Didn't you hate that the most? ”

"Don't hate it now, anyway, I'll have to be a housekeeper in the future, so it's better to give me a workshop to practice my hands first." Ji Songxian's eyebrows were dazzling with a smile, the whole person was extremely lively and cute, plus she was already born well, so coquettish Ji Yi only felt that she had found the feeling of her daughter when she was a child again, this delicate and soft daughter was really intimate, at least better than those stinky boys.

His heart was also soft and sweet for a while. Involuntarily nodded and agreed: "Cheng." Tell your mother and your sister-in-law to say that you will practice your hands in the workshop first. ”

Now the Wu family doesn't take care of things, and the Sun family is generally in charge of the family, but Ji Songxian is not worried that the Sun family will not agree or have something bad in his heart. For one, the workshop was not very profitable. Most of them are to maintain a balance of payments. Second, the Sun family also loves Ji Songxian very much, when the Sun family married into the Ji family. Ji Songxian is a little big, and the Sun family also brought her up like a daughter, how can he care about a small workshop with her.

Seeing that Ji Yi agreed, Ji Songxian said goodbye with a smile and left.

She first went to Wu's room to say something, and then asked Sun for the management of the workshop.

Speaking of which, why did Ji Songxian ask for this small workshop, just because she suddenly remembered something halfway through.

She thought that Cheng Ping'an had mentioned it when she was studying before, saying that today's engraving printing is time-consuming and laborious, and it is not as trouble-free as movable type printing, and Cheng Ping'an only said it at that time, but Ji Songxian remembered it in his heart.

Only later, her relationship with Cheng Ping'an was not very good, and she didn't ask seriously.

Although Cheng Ping'an also knows about movable type printing, only Chengguo Mansion does not have a book printing workshop, secondly, Cheng Ping'an thinks that making movable type printing is just a small amount of money, where is there to make glass, raise pearls and make more money by operating the sea, he is only busy with these operations that are big business in him, and he is busy placing women in the backyard, and from time to time hooking up with some women from good families or famous prostitutes in Qinglou, where is there still time to ponder about those.

But Ji Songxian, a pure ancient, knew the benefits of increasing the printing speed and reducing the cost of books.

Not to mention how much profit she can get, first of all, her reputation can be improved, I don't know how much, and secondly, she also wants to use the book printing workshop to print some books and sell them to those who want to participate in the Spring Festival.

In the past few days, Ji Songxian has gained some more memories, and many memories have become clearer and clearer.

She learned from her memory fragments that the students who will study in the future are immersed in the sea of books in order to participate in the college entrance examination, and use the tactics of the sea of questions to improve their academic performance, that is, this thing can be done in the future, and it can be done now.

After all, she doesn't have much to do now, plus the Ji family plus Ji Yi, there are now a total of seven Jinshi, do the math, there are many test questions for every rejuvenation of the Ji family, if she has the information and manpower to compile the syllabus of the imperial examination, and Ji Yi, a famous teacher, consults, not to mention movable type printing, this syllabus alone can be sold softly.

Back in the house, the more Ji Songxian thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't wait to go to the book printing workshop immediately to have a look, and then invite a few craftsmen to experiment with movable type printing.

Ji Songxian decided to try movable type printing, but the poetry collection in her hand now can't wait, she is afraid that the poetry collection will not be printed, in case Cheng Ping'an sings out any poems for the limelight, wouldn't it be cheaper for him, so she thought about passing on this poetry collection first.

After thinking about it, Ji Songxian smiled and took the manuscript of the poem to find Ji Wei, and coerced and lured the three cousins to help her copy the book, at least ten copies each, naturally, she also wanted to copy it herself.

In this way, Ji Songxian copied books in the morning during the day, did some needlework in the afternoon, and went to clean up the vegetable garden with Wu Shi in the evening, and the time schedule of the day was very tight.

After seven or eight days, he finally copied forty or fifty books, and Ji Songxian asked him to send these manuscripts to his classmates and friends under the idea of Ji Zhen and Ji Wei, in addition, Ji Gang, Ji Wei, Ji Zong, and Ji Mian also sent manuscripts and asked them to give them to colleagues, only saying that it was done by a gentleman in his life, and they accidentally copied a few copies to give away, and they didn't dare to mention Ji Songxian's name.

But said that this day into peace should be invited to go out to participate in a literary meeting, early in the morning, a group of people to the suburbs of Jinling to climb the mountain, this place is a son's Zhuangzi, because of the beautiful scenery and named, often people will come to play, this meeting is also the head of this son, this group of sons to the mountains, between the breeze and green trees only feel comfortable, and there is a boy to boil tea, a group of people sit cross-legged and talk, someone proposed to make a poem.

Cheng Ping'an is famous for his literary talent. So they told him to do it first.

Now in the hot summer, Cheng Ping'an also thought of a poem in order to meet the occasion, he put down the teacup and got up and chanted: "Lazy shake the white feather fan, naked in the green forest." Take off the towel and hang on the stone wall, and sprinkle the pine wind on the top. ”

After chanting, he gave his hand to the courtesy and said modestly: "I was in a hurry for a while, and I didn't do it well, but it was just a role of throwing bricks and attracting jade, and my brothers were naturally better than Xiao Ke." ”

He said this, but the crowd still praised it. It is only said that Cheng Ping An is better than the name of poetry, and it is indeed true. There is indeed a hurry.

Only one of them showed disgust, this person was Guo Song, the youngest son of Zhongjing Gong, who had a little disdain for Cheng Ping'an's style, and at this time he saw that everyone praised Cheng Ping'an. He sneered: "It's really difficult to make a fitting poem for just so much time." But Brother Cheng can't take other people's poems to fill up. ”

One word. It was a little cold in the moment.

Someone asked, "What other people's poems?" I haven't heard of it, this is clearly made by Brother Cheng. ”

Guo Song said with a smile: "The person who makes poetry has no name, so naturally you have not heard of it." But I got a book of poems, and the poems on the books were very spiritual, and this one was one of them. ”

While speaking, Guo Song instructed the attendant to bring his book of poems, but it was also the poem that Guo Song loved very much, and he took it everywhere, and the attendant took it to everyone for a while, and after reading it, he sighed: "It is indeed a good poem, this person is very talented, but why doesn't it appear?" ”

Guo Song said: "Xu is a capable hermit, and he doesn't like fame and fortune." ”

Everyone even claimed that it was, but Cheng Ping'an's face was a little uncomfortable, he beat a drum in his heart, and said in his heart that this poem was clearly made by Li Taibai in the Tang Dynasty, why...... Regardless of whether others have finished reading it, I grabbed it and looked at it, and the more I looked at it, the paler my face became.

"Damn." Cheng Ping'an whispered, this book almost includes the whole Tang Dynasty, so how can he make poems in the future?

Where does Cheng Ping'an have any literary talent, but he just relies on the memory of another time and space, and he has such a reputation for plagiarizing the poetry and articles of the ancients, if he really asks him to make poems by himself, where can he do it, I'm afraid he doesn't even know how to rhyme.

You must know that Cheng Ping'an is not very happy in modern times, and all his thoughts are used to compete for fame and fortune, and the original body in ancient times is also a gentleman who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and all the memories of the two of them do not have the experience of working hard to read poetry and books, so where can they export chapters?

Cheng Ping'an clenched his fists and almost crumpled the book, but Guo Song was distressed, and pulled Cheng Ping'an's hand away to rescue the poem.

"Huh." Cheng Ping'an suppressed the panic in his heart and laughed: "I didn't expect someone to write the same poem as me, it's really, by chance, by coincidence." ”

When he said this, he couldn't help but be looked down upon, you copied it, and you said that you copied it, and obediently admitted it, and no one said anything, but he found such a broken excuse, he was really as thick as a city wall, no, it was thicker than a city wall.

However, most of the people who participated in the literary meeting were scholars, and they all wanted to be face-saving, and they didn't want to be embarrassed by others, so no one made sarcastic words or anything.

It was only a matter of peace and weakness, and he couldn't stay on the mountain, so he found an excuse to go down the mountain early.

As soon as he entered Jinling City, he did not go home, but hurried to the Jinyi Guard.

There were a few small flags at the door of the guard to stop Cheng Ping'an, Cheng Ping'an frowned and scolded angrily: "Presumptuous, this son is also what you can stop?" ”

One of the small flags sneered: "It's really nonsense, how can you not stop it, except for our command to make the Lord and His Majesty come, this brocade guard has to stop and ask clearly, even if the prime minister comes, he will politely wait for us to inquire, not to mention waiting." ”

A sentence called Cheng Ping'an was full of anger, today he made a big ugly, he couldn't get off his face, and when he arrived at the guard, he was stopped by the little officials, only to feel that his face was even hotter and tighter, and he couldn't help but slap it with a palm and hit the little flag in the face: "I don't know what to lift, I am friends with your commander, hurry up and call me in." ”

As he spoke, he didn't care if the little flag gave way, and directly pushed the person away and broke in.

The people in Jinyiwei are all rampant and domineering, how can they stand being beaten, a trace of viciousness flashed in Xiao Qi's eyes, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers, guys, someone is making trouble." (To be continued......)