In this era, there are no storybooks, and there are no villain books.

It's not because no one can write it, but because the printing technology can't keep up with it, and the cost of printing it is too high.

You can't carve out a set of engravings for some boring storybooks, even if they are carved, the cost is here, and the price of selling will naturally be raised, whether it can be sold, how much it can be sold, or unknown.

Therefore, this is a blank industry.

As long as Lin Zhao writes a few stories and prints them with the wooden movable type that he made earlier in the new workshop, he will not worry about not being able to sell them.

Of course, it is unlikely that this kind of non-rigid book will be sold at too high a price, even if it is printed with movable type, most of them will have to be posted for a little money, which is why Lin Zhao told Lin Jian that it may cost a little money.

But it's all at this time, the future and even his life, it doesn't matter how much money he spends, Lin Zhao was alone in the study, lighting the lamp and staying up almost all night, and he couldn't hold on until dawn the next day, after someone sent a message to Xie Sanyuan to say leave, Lin Zhao only lay on the bed for two or three hours, and then got up and lay down on the table to write hard.

While he was writing, Lin Erniang walked in with a bowl of hot tea and put it next to Lin Zhao, she stood behind Lin Zhao and looked at it, and asked, "What did Zhao'er write?" ”

Lin Zhao put down the brush in his hand, rubbed his eyes that were a little swollen, and said, "I didn't write anything, some things to be used in the bookstore." ”

At this time, Lin Zhao had already written more than 20 pieces of paper, and there were almost seven or eight short stories, Lin Erniang picked up the manuscript paper in Lin Zhao's hand, and after briefly flipping through it, she saw the third short story.

This story is very simple, written in the vernacular, it is easy to read, and the approximate meaning is that Lin Shilang, a great official of the imperial court, returned to his hometown from Chang'an City to study, and one day when he was sorting out the seals, he had a whim, thinking that if the seals were placed in different ways, different words could be printed on the paper.

In other words, if you can make small seals with engraved words, you can print whatever you want on the paper.

Lin Shilang wrote down the idea, and then experimented with it himself, and finally invented movable type, which was completely different from engraving.

This short story is probably similar to the story of Sima Guang smashing the cylinder in later generations, short and concise, but the theme is very clear.

After Lin Erniang read the story again, she thoughtfully put it back in place, and then she glanced at her son and sighed softly: "Zhao'er." ”

Lin Zhao stopped the brush and looked back at Lin Erniang.

"What's wrong? A-Niang. ”

Lin Erniang's voice was calm, and she said: "Lin Yuanda is certainly a high-ranking big man for us, and he should be good friends, but at your age, you should be determined to take the entrance examination, just get to know him, don't get too entangled......"

Clearly, she had thought things wrong.

Lin Zhao also sighed and said, "Auntie, the child is writing this to avoid trouble, not to slap anyone. ”

Lin Erniang nodded quietly and said, "Since you understand, then I don't care about you." ”

With that, she walked out of the study.

Lin Zhao in the study finally finished writing the eighth story, these stories are strung together, and they are only about six or seven thousand words, and they can only be regarded as a booklet when printed, and they cannot be made into a book.

But it was enough to write so much, Lin Zhao stood up, became lazy, and then arranged the manuscript papers on the table in order, took the manuscript paper in his hand, walked out of the study and waved his hand to Lin Erniang.

"A-Niang, I'm going out!"

After speaking, without waiting for Lin Erniang to respond, he took these manuscript papers and walked towards the Sanyuan bookstore.

Lin Erniang answered in the yard and let Lin Zhao run out, she looked at Lin Zhao's distant back, and sighed slightly: "Zhao'er is precocious, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse......

……………

After Lin Zhao left home, he quickly ran to the Sanyuan bookstore, it was close to noon, Xie Sanyuan was looking at the store in the bookstore, and when he saw Lin Zhao running over in a hurry, Boss Xie sat up from the chair and yawned big.

"Didn't you kid say that there was something going on today, so you won't come to the bookstore to see the store?"

Lin Zhao took two breaths and sat down in the bookstore, he looked up at Xie Sanyuan, and asked, "Uncle Xie, have any strangers looked for you in the past two days?" ”

Xie Sanyuan shook his head and said, "I've been living in the workshop every day recently, and I've never seen any outsiders. ”

After Lin Zhao took a sip of water, he let out a sigh: "That's good." ”

At this time, it was noon, and there were no guests in the bookstore, so Lin Zhao directly turned around and closed the door door, got on the latch, and then took a deep breath and looked back at Xie Sanyuan.

"Uncle Xie."

His voice was low: "Woe to you! ”

Xie Sanyuan knew that Lin Zhao was not an alarmist, his face changed slightly, he sat up from his chair, and asked in a low voice, "San Lang, what's wrong?" ”

Lin Zhao roughly told Cheng Jingzong about his visit to Lin Jian, and then said: "According to this Cheng Zhizhou's practice, it won't be long before he finds Uncle Xie and me, and during this time, if Uncle Xie's family has nothing to do, don't go out." ”

"San Lang, I'...... I didn't do anything, how could I get into such trouble? ”

Xie Sanyuan's face was a little unpleasant, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's really not good, I will return the 5,000 yuan, my Xie family is a small people, don't dare to provoke the government......"

For Xie Sanyuan's class, don't say that he is a high-ranking Zhizhou, that is, a master and warden in the Yali of Shanyin County, who can easily ruin the Xie family, and when he heard that the newcomer Cheng Zhizhou would most likely come to him, this Boss Xie immediately panicked.

"Uncle Xie doesn't have to worry so much, it's not that we are fighting with Cheng Zhizhou, it's the seventh uncle in my family fighting with him, I just need to keep this matter tight-lipped, don't say that I leaked my mouth."

Lin Zhao lowered his voice and said, "But now, we can't just watch it, we have to try to protect ourselves." ”

Speaking of this, he took out more than 20 pages of manuscript paper written overnight from his sleeve, handed it to Xie Sanyuan, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Xie." Starting today, the matter of lead movable type in the new workshop will be suspended for the time being, and we will print out the contents of these 20 pages as soon as possible and make a booklet. ”

Lin Zhao looked up at Xie Sanyuan, and said in a deep voice: "After the booklet is made, it will be sold in the Sanyuan bookstore, and the more it is sold, the safer our two families will be!" ”

Lin Saburo's tone was firm.

"As long as this booklet can sell 1,000 or 2,000 copies, and spread all over Yuezhou and even beyond, even if the dust settles on the movable type printing matter, those big people will fight for it, and naturally they will not come to ask us little people again."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhao's face was sincere, and he bowed to Xie Sanyuan.

"Uncle Xie believes me!"

To be honest, Xie Sanyuan and Lin Zhao have not known each other for too long, and the relationship between the two is far from the point of life and death.

"That's it, just for the sake of ......"

Boss Xie also took a deep breath, stepped forward to help Lin Zhao up, and said, "So far, except for San Lang, I have no one else to trust." ”

He put away the twenty-odd pages and said, "I...... So I went to the new workshop and printed it by hand. ”