Looking at Daozi's silly and sweet appearance, Wan Shihe said with disdain in his heart: I don't know which little gentleman wants to read the spring book but can't, so his mind is hot, and the lower body decides to have his head, so he has the idea of making a bookstore for his own convenience.

Thinking of this, Wan Shihe then talked about the procedures to run a bookstore like an old man with autism for a long time meeting someone who could tell his heart.

Daozi was stupid, it turned out that in the Ming Dynasty, the bookstore had to be reported to the government for approval, and the books printed by the bookstore had to be supervised by the government at all times.

Also, in today's Ming Dynasty, the bookstore is to a large extent the Internet industry of Daozi in later generations, the Internet is not a place outside the law, why not the bookstore? If you print a book that destroys the "Three Views" and raises the flag to rebel, then the imperial court is not crazy?

Therefore, the bookstore is the third industry to be closely monitored after the salt and iron industry.

It's just that with the vigorous development of the economy of small citizens in the Ming Dynasty, the originally government-run bookstore gradually became an official-supervised and privately run office, which is determined by the maturity of economic development and technical conditions, so it is impossible for the imperial court to engage in public ownership, because you can't guard against it.

Daozi didn't know this, he also thought that like all the books recorded in later generations, there was no need to apply for a "business license" or a notarial certificate in the government to open a shop or buy a field in the ancient time and space where he was located?

All kinds of evil history farming is obscene, you almost ruined this young master!

Thinking that he was almost planted in the gutter, Michiko couldn't help but scold those "big-chested" time-traveling novels.

Wan Shihe said that his mouth was dry, and finally summed it up in one sentence: to run a bookstore, one needs the approval of the government, the second requires a lot of capital investment, and the third is a loss of business.

Daozi listened to Wan Shihe's last persuasion to accept his thoughts of running a bookstore, and said that if he wanted to see the spring garden, he had a way to help him get it, but he needed to spend more silver.

Looking at Wan Shihe's obscene expression at him, Daozi's reverence for this "big country" craftsman completely disappeared.

After a while, Daozi looked at Wan Shihe and said, "You just need to tell me, can you burn movable type smaller than the one in this book?" ”

After that, Daozi asked Liuqi to take out the book "Jia Sheng". Wan Shihe looked at it, first admired the book, and then opened the book and read it carefully. The words inside were the size of a little thumb, Wan Shihe's expression instantly became solemn, and he thought for a while before saying, "Yes, is it just the price?" ”

Daozi knew what Wan Shihe meant, he glanced at Liuqi, Liuqi immediately knew Daozi's thoughts, his chin was raised, and he pointed to Daozi and said, "Do you know who this son is?" ”

Wan Shihe heart said: The old man does not go out of the gate, and the second door does not step, comparable to the old otaku, where do you know? He shook his head.

Liuqi shouted: "Listen, standing in front of you is the Wu family of Taibancheng, known as the little young master of Wu Xiaoshan!" ”

Wan Shihe didn't react at first, and after understanding the real meaning behind the "Little Young Master of the Wu Family Daozi in Taibancheng", he jumped up with joy: obediently, the famous little gentleman in Taicang Mansion, the prodigal son, the pit daddy, came to his house to buy something, and he was going to send it!

Wan Shihe remembered the rumors of Daozi's lavish spending, and at this time he wanted to shout loudly and scream excitedly, but he couldn't show it, because this would lose his posture and make him lose his advantage in the price negotiation.

Just as Wan Shihe was about to introduce the price of the "porcelain movable type" he fired, Daozi waved his hand and said: "A small movable type is one or two silver, and I will first get a thousand different movable types for this young master."

Bang!

Wan Shihe was like being hit by countless happiness gift packages, his heart floated happily, he saw the golden wheat waves, he saw the hope of the field, he saw him lying on the white flowers and silver sleeping.

One thousand taels! My Mamma Mia, a thousand taels!

Wan Shihe's face flushed with excitement, and he even called out the verbal "Mamma Mia" when he was fooling around in a brothel in his youth at this moment.

But this is not the end, Daozi's next sentence made him almost excited to collapse: "If the first set is good, give this young master ten more sets."

Ten sets? Mamma Mia, that's 10,000 taels! Ten thousand taels! Mamma Mia!

Wan Shihe is going crazy, he has been going crazy for the rest of his life, oh no, even if he adds those lifetimes of dreaming, he never thought that he would take over a big business of 10,000 taels.

Daozi asked Liuqi to give Wan Shihe fifty taels of silver as a deposit, and then took out the two contracts that had been written a long time ago, asked Wan Shihe to sign them, and left with people.

Daozi walked out of Wan Shihe's workshop, and it seemed that he could still hear Wan Shihe exclaiming his "Mamma Mia".

Contrary to Wan Shihe's joy, Liuqi was in a very heavy mood at this time, he didn't expect his little master to spend so much money: when he closed the grain shop to build the Grand Theater, although he also spent a lot of money, it was only two thousand taels, and now it is better to come directly to ten thousand taels.

Although Liuqi knew that it was not his own money that was spent, he grew up in the Wu family when he was a child, and his parents and relatives were also working in the Wu family, just like the Wu family.

Daozi smiled and did not explain: 10,000 taels, Wan Shihe, do you think that money is easy to earn? The contract clearly states that from today onwards, the movable type (implicit technology) burned by the Wanshihe family cannot be sold to others, and the Wu family has to be provided with free maintenance of movable type, and if the contract is violated, it will be compensated ten times.

Wan Shihe would never have thought that his dignified and great craftsman was designed by a famous little gentleman in Taicang Mansion!

When Daozi returned home, he did not complain about why his father didn't tell him earlier that he had to go to the government to get a report to open a bookstore, but directly asked his father for the name of Taicang Zhizhou Guizixiao, and then bought some gifts, and then took a carriage to the Zhizhou Mansion.

The reason why Daozi didn't complain about his father was because Daozi vaguely guessed his father's intentions: his father did this to train himself, and let himself do everything. Only in this way can you know the twists and turns that you have personally experienced the ordeal and fall.

For his father's good intentions of helping him brush up his experience points in the style of herding sheep, Daozi is naturally willing and happy.

The wheels of the carriage creaked against the bluestone road, which made Daozi very uncomfortable, and he said: If the conditions and technology allow, I will definitely drive a carriage in the future, and get some rubber to wrap the wheels.

"Young master, the Zhizhou Mansion has arrived" When Daozi was thinking nonsense, Liuqi suddenly said to Daozi in the car.