There was a miniature version of the world map on the paper, and Bi Lin poked her finger in the upper right corner, "This is Dongshengzhou, and grandpa left a golden mountain for his father here!" ”

She gestured with her arms as far as she could, describing the enormity of the mountain of gold as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

The corners of Gu Zifeng's mouth once again showed an unconcealable joy, "Tell Master where this Dongshengzhou is in Daming?" ”

Bi Lin covered her mouth and smiled, "Master, I'm afraid I can't understand the map, this Dongshengzhou is not in the territory of Daming, it is more than 20,000 miles east of Daming." ”

"Outside the Ming Dynasty, more than 20,000 miles?"

"Well, even if you take a steamer, it will take two or three months, so Bi Lin has to learn the art of navigation, and when the time comes, Master will go with me to escort me."

Gu Zifeng noticed the location in the middle of the map, marked with Daming, he stretched out two fingers and compared the territory of Daming, and then compared the Dongshengzhou in Bilin's mouth, and asked: "What does this Dongshengzhou look like, is it possible for people to farm, and what is the climate?" ”

"Master asked the right question, and I listened carefully when Daddy was in class." Bi Lin said seriously: "The climate of this Dongshengzhou is similar to that of Daming, the north is the ice field, the west is the desert Gobi, the south is humid and hot, and the middle and east are thousands of miles of plains with abundant water and grass, which is suitable for farming and grazing, but the wild people there can't plant, and can only hunt and fish for a living......"

She told Gu Zifeng carefully what she heard in class, and took out a small notebook, "This is a note made by an apprentice, the master didn't understand, just look at it." ”

Gu Zifeng stretched out his hand to take it, and when he saw his neat handwriting on the book, he quipped: "When will Bi Lin be able to write such a good handwriting." ”

Bi Lin stuck out her tongue, "This is a note I asked someone to make for me, I can't understand what I wrote, and Master don't look down on people, at most, in another half a year, I can also write such a good handwriting." ”

Hearing the bell ringing from Dinglin Temple on Fang Mountain again, Bi Lin stuffed her things into her schoolbag and carried them on her shoulder, "It's time for class, the apprentice is leaving!" ”

"Hurry up, or you'll be beaten by Mr." Gu Zifeng watched Bi Lin leave with a smile, and only then did she say with a relieved face until she disappeared into the dense forest: "This disciple is really not in vain, Holy Fire Order!" Dong Katsu Chau! It seems that building a paradise on earth in the country of the White Lotus Buddha is no longer a dream, hahaha......"

The ancients who had a little bit of knowledge all wanted to write books for future generations, and there were many people who wrote books, but very few of them were published in the end, for no other reason than because they were expensive, and they were not ordinary expensive, and they were not affordable by ordinary readers.

That's right, if you want to publish a book, not only do you have no manuscript fee, sometimes you have to give money to the bookseller, and the bookseller has no shame about this, I have printed the book for you, how can you ask me for money, and besides, don't you feel ashamed that you are a reader who opens and closes your mouth and mouth is money?

The emergence of Ma's Book Company became a nightmare for all booksellers at the beginning, because this bookstore not only did not charge money and paid manuscript fees, but also gave booksellers a way to live?

So it only took a year, Yingtian's bookseller no longer printed books, and bought them directly from Ma's Bookstore and put them on the shelves, saving money and worry, and the profits were higher than before, so why not.

Soon, booksellers in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Anhui, Jiangxi, Fujian and other places followed suit, so that the publishing center of Daming was transferred from Fuzhou to Yingtian.

Ma's Bookstore also has no need to lose money because of the large increase in book sales, which is all due to the fact that ancient readers had a bad habit. They rarely buy books, one is because the book is very expensive, and the other is unnecessary, anyway, they have to memorize, they simply borrow other people's books to copy, and after copying, they use needles and threads to sew a book into a book and wrap a book cover, which is considered a book, and it is also passed on to their children and grandchildren as an asset of the family.

It's very strange that no one cares about publishing this kind of business, as long as it is not to slander the royal family and the government, what to write and write, even if it is a picture of the spring palace with obscene words, is this still a feudal dynasty with strict etiquette?

Because the first beneficiary of the bookstore is the gentleman of the academy, who has ink in his stomach, who has not written a few books, both to be famous and to get the manuscript fee, but the angry thing is that this group of old guys still have to be woodcut, saying that the movable type printing is not clear enough and not exquisite enough, and the engraving is engraved a bunch, and the loss is on them.

The bookstore has also given many ordinary readers the opportunity, and many readers do not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to Yingtian to send their manuscripts to the bookstore, only hoping to pass the review and publication.

There were people waiting for the review on the bench in the backyard of the bookstore early in the morning, all of them were gray-haired old men, one was dressed in a cotton robe neatly and neatly, his hair and beard were meticulously arranged, and he was holding a hot and fragrant roasted sweet potato in his hand, eating it slowly.

The other head was wrapped in a green scarf, the clothes were thin and dirty, the cloth shoes on his feet were full of dust and mud and a hole was broken, and there was a backpack beside him, obviously he had come to the bookstore after a long journey, and it was already very cold in late autumn, and a cold wind blew and sneezed heavily.

The old man next to him showed a little pity in his eyes, and took out a bearskin coat from the chair, "This brother, I see that you are thinly dressed, you can put on this coat to protect yourself from the cold, and I will give you a cotton coat when you finish reviewing the manuscript and go to the street." ”

"I don't know my brother Tai, how can this be done!" The old man was a little hesitant and refused to take it.

"It is not easy for a scholar of our age, born in Mengyuan and living in troubled times, and when the world is too peaceful, everyone is old, I don't tell you that I am also soaked in bitter water, if I am old and have just enjoyed a few years of happiness, I feel the same way when I see my brother's downfall, and there is no meaning to help." As he spoke, he put the coat on the other party.

The old man thanked him: "Thank you, brother!" Under the surname Luo, I don't know the surname of Brother Taigao! ”

"My surname is Yuan, I live in Fangshan, Jiangning, and I am the principal of the Girls' School Affiliated to the Royal Academy!" He said it calmly, but it was difficult to hide his pride between his words. That's right, he is Yuan Jiuli, although his knowledge is a little less vain, but he must be a good-hearted old man.

"It turned out to be Mr. Yuan, disrespectful and disrespectful, Mr. can serve in the Royal Academy, he must be the best in my generation!"

"I can't afford Brother Luo's praise!" Yuan Jiuli, who was humble and rarely praised, was very happy, "Brother Luo hasn't eaten yet, I still have a roasted sweet potato here, let's take it first, and I'll invite Brother Luo to the restaurant to eat when I turn around." ”

The old man surnamed Luo didn't shirk either, it was estimated that he was really hungry, "Then Mr. Lao Yuan will break the bill, and Da Enrong will report it after the next day!" ”

"What is a meal worth! There are still some family assets under it. Yuan Jiuli patted the bulging purse, "It's not me to show off, the little girl is Xu Guogong's brother-in-law, although the brother is not Xu Guogong's own child, but it is better than a milk compatriot, and the clothes and food are all of the highest quality." My bearskin was purchased by the little girl, although it is not as good as the fox skin, but it is also worth a lot. But I don't like to wear it, like a nouveau riche, we scholars should wear Confucian robes to show their style! ”

"Mr. Gao Jieluo admires! Do you also come to the bookstore to print books? ”

"But no, I wrote one the year before last, but the bookstore didn't give it to me, and I have worked hard to rewrite it in the past two years, so it must be no problem."

"It must be that the people in the bookstore have no eyes, I wonder if I will have the honor to read Mr. Yuan's masterpiece in the future?"

"Okay, then ask Brother Luo for advice!" Yuan Jiuli seemed to take out a book from his arms and handed it over.

"I don't dare to give advice, just think of it as an exchange and exchange." The old man surnamed Luo took it with both hands, but as soon as he saw the four words on the cover, his eyes glared at the boss, and he saw that "Three Character Scripture Notes" was written on it.

He only thought that he was dazzled, and reached out to rub the four words, Yuan Jiuli asked, "Brother Luo, but your eyes are uncomfortable?" ”

"Huh...... At this age, there will always be some poor eyesight! The old man surnamed Luo smiled and opened Yuan Jiuli's masterpiece, in order to show the most basic respect, he looked very carefully, nodded from time to time, and turned more than a dozen pages in a row before closing.

"Mr. Yuan is talented!"

"Brother Luo also thought I had written it, so I would be relieved!"

Realistically speaking, Yuan Jiuli did work hard to write this book, and his annotations quoted scriptures and classics in simple terms, after all, he has been talking about it for a lifetime, but there is an egg, and those who can understand the annotations will not be able to understand the "Three Character Classic"?

"I don't know what Mr. Yuan's last book was?"

Yuan Jiuli put the book back into his arms and replied with a smile: "The last book was "Notes on Hundred Family Names"! ”

"Mr. Yuan is not only talented, but also a blessed person, Luo is envious!" The old man surnamed Luo let out a long sigh, looking a little lonely.

"What is there to envy, I am also dedicated to the academy, he just drove me to the girls' school, I died and didn't even give me a small statuette, every time I think of it, I feel indignant in my heart, and my liver hurts......"

Yuan Jiuli nagged for a while, and seemed to be much happier after speaking, seeing that the old man surnamed Luo was absent-minded, he said curtly: "It's Yuan who has said a lot, and the old wife in the family is also tired of hearing these words!" ”

"Mr. Yuan misunderstood, it was Luo who was rude, and he was thinking about something on his mind just now."

"Then let's talk about the side, I hear Brother Luo's accent like a northerner?"

"Mr. Yuan has a good ear, Luo is a native of Shanxi, he has lived in the area of Suzhou and Hangzhou in the south of the Yangtze River since he was a teenager, and he has also taken the imperial examination but his name is not Sun Shan, and when the troubled times come, he will write books at home for fun.

Now that I am getting older, I just want to publish the manuscript into a book and pass it on to future generations, some time ago I went to Fuzhou, who knew that the world is changeable, Fuzhou has no one to print the book, I heard that Yingtian not only does not charge money to print the book but also pays the manuscript fee, so he rushed to Yingtian.

Who knew that there were thieves in the inn, and someone stole his life savings, but fortunately he met Mr. Yuan, otherwise he would have starved to death! ”

He said and took a big bite of the roasted sweet potato, tears flashed faintly in his eyes, Yuan Jiuli reached out and patted his back, "Eat slowly, this sweet potato is too dry and easy to choke." Brother Luo, don't be sad, there is Yuan Mou who will not let Brother Luo have no way to live. Yuan still has a bit of face in Fangshan, although he has no right to hire you as a gentleman, the right to ask you to be an accountant may be ...... Probably...... There are also yes, no matter how bad it is, there is a bowl of full rice when you ring a bell to look at the door! ”