This Dream of Red Mansions is also a volume of thirty texts, from the last time the White Snake passed on to the present half a month, there is another Dream of Red Mansions.

The story of the White Snake has been read, the story looks a little absurd, but it is a poignant love story, there are many things in this world that are not recognized by people, and some of the feelings are very empathetic.

If the Legend of the White Snake is just a story, but looking at this Dream of Red Mansions, there is a different feeling.

The stories told in this book have a kind of poignancy in beauty, and they are so ironic.

The rotten bureaucracy, the irony of etiquette and the hearts of the world.

A lot of the good things in this book are ruined by evil, and the content in it doesn't have much good retribution, but more about the power of the human heart.

Seeing half of it, Fang Xuanling put down the book and thought about it for a long time.

Walking out of the house, Fang Xuanling came all the way to Jingyang.

The village is still the same quiet.

Tell the village guards who you are to get in.

Li Zheng saw Fang Xuanling warmly entertaining him with wolfberry soaking.

Fang Xuanling didn't have the heart to sit down and asked, "Li Zheng, the old man asked you, where did the story of Dream of Red Mansions come from." ”

"Well...... this"

Li Zheng thought left and right......

Fang Xuanling stared at Li Zheng's expression, "Don't you want to fool the old man with that Taoist priest who wants to crash to death at your door." ”

"Actually, it was written by Mr. Cao."

"Mr. Cao, which Mr. Cao?"

"Uh...... You won't know you if you say it. Li Zheng asked, "Have you eaten the fang?" ”

"The old man has eaten it." Fang Xuanling looked at a new workshop in the distance and asked, "This is where you printed your books?" ”

"Yes, it's ......"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Xuanling walked towards the printing shop.

What's wrong with this Fang Xuanling today, how can he talk like he has eaten gunpowder.

Coming to the printing workshop, which is much larger than the brewery, Fang Xuanling stood outside and watched.

Li Zheng stepped forward and asked, "Fang is also interested in printing books." ”

Looking at a roll of paper hanging outside, Fang Xuanling picked up a roll of paper that had been dried and asked, "How much does this paper cost?" ”

"It's not expensive, it's just a few pennies for such a volume." Li Zheng said.

How much does a roll of paper the size of a grinding disc cost?

Fang Xuanling breathed heavily and asked, "What you said is the truth." ”

The aunt in the village on the side saw this old guy and asked Li Zheng with an unkind face.

She stepped forward and said, "I said, you old guy, what are you doing interrogating us Li Zheng like this?" ”

There was a large sheet of paper hanging in the open space in the village.

Each roll of paper is the same thickness, the same weight.

Li Zheng looked at Fang Xuanling while looking at the papers, laughing and standing still, "Fang Xiang, what's wrong?" ”

Fang Xuanling came with a roll of paper and said, "Li Zheng, the old man asked you, how do you make this paper?" ”

"You said this, it's all home remedies."

"Home remedies? You don't fool the old man! ”

Li Zheng took Fang Xuanling to the place where the pulp was soaked, and there were more than ten water tanks for pulp.

Li Zheng picked up some pulp that was still a little pasty and said: "Actually, it's not difficult, the reason why this paper is so tough is because I use trees, hemp rope, and some plant ash...... As for the rest, it's hard to say much about the fact that they are trade secrets. ”

"Also trade secrets? Is this how you make money? ”

Fang Xuanling pointed at Li Zheng and scolded with a smile: "Do you know that this thing is beneficial to the country and the people, if these books are popularized, how many readers will be there in Datang." ”

"Fang Xiang is right."

Looking at Li Zheng, Fang Xuanling nodded and came to the printing shop again.

Looking at everything here, several villagers turned the roller, and page by page was printed.

Dozens of pages were printed in the time of half a pillar of incense.

Seeing that Fang Xuanling looked around like an ignorant villager, Li Zheng explained: "In fact, we print one page of content with one machine, and dozens of pages of the same content on one page, and then change the word to print the second page, and then bind the next page separately. ”

Fang Xuanling didn't come back to his senses a little, just watched the pages of content keep coming out, such rubbing is simply fast.

"Phase?"

After returning to the Shenfang, Xuan Ling asked, "How many volumes can be published in a day?" ”

"I plan to expand the scale of a few hundred copies, but I am a little short of money on hand, and I don't know if the real estate minister is interested in providing some business."

"Business, what business?"

Li Zheng glanced around and whispered to Fang Xuanling: "Fang Xiang likes to read very much, right?" ”

Fang Xuanling nodded.

Li Zheng then whispered: "Those bamboo slips are very heavy in your hand, right?" ”

Fang Xuanling still nodded, "It's true that these paper books of yours are more comfortable to use and lighter." ”

Li Zheng patted his thigh and said: "That's great, I have the goods if you need them, let's hit it off, how about doing some business?" ”

“……”

Fang Xuanling rubbed his temples, why did he hit it off, why did he talk about doing business?

What did the old man do just looking for this kid?

Li Zheng continued: "If Fang Xiang needs to rub the articles in the bamboo slips into a book, just come to me, and I will give you a 20% discount if we are acquaintances!" What do you think? A page costs only eight cents. ”

Fang Xuanling thought for a while, "It's okay." ”

"Let's sign and draw, cash on delivery, my small business is not on credit, the price is fair, and the conscience of heaven and earth!"

There was another wry smile, Fang Xuanling thought to himself, why is this kid so skilled in saying these words?

is obviously a teenager, why does he look like an old oilman who has been in the market for more than ten years?

After signing and drawing, Fang Xuanling asked: "Li Zheng, this printing workshop still has this new paper, don't let him seize the secret recipe!" ”

"I understand."

Fang Xuanling squinted at Li Zheng's expression and said, "Do you really understand what the old man means?" ”

What do books determine? How many readers will decide this Datang?

Paper is nothing, this movable type printing is definitely a high-voltage line.

If you use this thing well, you can make yourself rich.

If you don't use this thing well, it will also make your head fall to the ground.

For example, if this thing falls into the hands of the five surnames, the consequences are unimaginable.

Li Zheng whispered to him: "Fang Xiang, if this secret recipe is taken away by others, how can I make money?" ”

Fang Xuanling sighed, and he didn't know if this kid was really stupid or fake.

Before leaving, Fang Xuanling hesitated for a while, whether to talk to this kid about the book Dream of Red Mansions.

There is too much irony in the content of Dream of Red Mansions, and I am afraid that some readers will have countless harsh criticisms of Li Zheng.

But looking at what this kid said, he was just a kid who only thought about how to make money.

Contentment is bliss, a person who only loves money and not power, and does not cherish his reputation.

Being stupid is sometimes a blessing.

Fang Xuanling sighed, maybe he is not as good as Li Zheng, a child, to understand, but not as good as Li Zheng to live and understand.