After eating, the old brothers who stole the vegetables said goodbye one after another, they are all busy people now, naturally they don't have time to stay longer, and everyone here has to continue to send winter clothes, today the north wind has howled, and everyone wants to send more out before the snow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the afternoon, everything returned to calm, Zhang San went to the school for a walk, it was about to be winter vacation, Zhang San considered whether to let the children experience what is called the final exam. And then assign a lot of winter vacation homework that you can't finish writing?

After thinking about it, he smiled slightly, and he didn't know when the tradition of assigning homework during the winter and summer vacations began, but Zhang San felt that it was useless. Conscious children will finish their homework in advance and play like crazy, Zhang San is crazy first, and when school is about to start, he is consciously writing homework.

This has nothing to do with what the teacher said to prevent children from forgetting what they have learned before during the long vacation. Zhang San also didn't think that after letting the children rest for a month, they would forget all the things they had learned before.

After turning around, seeing that everyone was busy, only Zhang San himself took a girl around there, Zhang San was rarely so idle, let the waiter take care of his younger brother and call her again if he had something.

The reason why she was separated was because Zhang San planned to go around the workshops in the courtyards on both sides, and the spice workshops in the east courtyard, which had been under construction for three months, and everyone had also explored their own methods, although they were in a hurry but they were indeed orderly.

Looking at the produced spices stacked in the warehouse, Zhang San felt that there should be no problem in selling them until the end of the year. At the beginning, Zhang San felt that the front yard was not safe enough, and there were too many people coming and going, so he arranged some miscellaneous production to the west courtyard and the backyard.

For example, movable type printing, lead movable type engraving workshop, mechanical development, Ling Zhen's gunpowder laboratory, etc., Zhang San went to look at them one by one, and found that except for Ling Zhen's side that made a black miasma, the others were quite neat and orderly.

Especially because of the early holiday on the movable type printing side, everyone cleaned the house early and stored things neatly. Sister Le was very happy when she saw Zhang San coming, thinking that she had a new task. Knowing that Zhang San was just coming to take a look, he was a little disappointed and asked Zhang San if he could arrange something for them to print.

It was already the eighteenth day of the lunar month, and Zhang San saw that the people in the printing room were sitting idle, thinking about simply giving them a holiday first, and then starting work after the year. The workers were also very happy when they heard about the holiday, and they were gone after a while.

Zhang San thought that this movable type printing technique was not more efficient than engraving printing, such as the Analects, a common book, and the larger booksellers would prepare a copy of the engraving, so Zhang San wanted to use movable type printing to compete with them, and there was not much advantage.

Therefore, Zhang San can only choose those books that are published in a hurry and have a relatively small print run in order to give full play to the advantages of movable type printing, but fortunately, books like this kind of book in the Great Song Dynasty are still easy to find.

Literati all had the dream of publishing their own works, and it was a very face-saving thing to write books in ancient times, so many scholars in ancient times did not hesitate to print books at their own expense, so Zhang San found these people's books to print, so he could earn money to buy books and write books.

Think that you don't have to buy the copyright, and people have to beg you to print his book, which is what many booksellers dream of. So this fully shows that ancient writers were even more struggling than starting point writers.

In addition to these literary readings, another important use of movable type printing is to print newspapers and periodicals. This kind of time-sensitive text, the requirement is fast, whoever prints it first, can make money.

Think about a press release written, other newspapers can only use the engraving plate to engrave a little bit, and if it is wrong, it has to be time-consuming, laborious, and costly, and when something is printed, it is already half a year ago. I'm afraid that the story has already been spread to everyone, who still buys your newspaper?

However, Zhang San still has concerns about the establishment of a newspaper, as a mouthpiece of public opinion, making money is only its secondary purpose, and even in order to increase sales without making money, Zhang San is willing to run one.

But Zhang San has never underestimated the wisdom of the ancients, and there are still many people who understand this Great Song Dynasty. If you master such an important thing, some people will definitely not be able to sit still.

But this can't muddy the waters like a dart game, because of movable type printing, Zhang San has no intention of spreading, at least he doesn't want to spread before he has achieved dominance in the book market.

Books are not only to make money, it also has a certain cultural role, but many things need to be trade-offs, willing to give, and willing to give. Zhang San couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Zhang San went to see the pigeons, Zhang San asked them if they could take a batch out after the year, so that they could be used for communication, Liu Ge told Zhang San that the new pigeon is still too young, and it will take half a year. Zhang San had to arrange for him to teach an apprentice who could get his hands on it first, and prepare to set up the first information station in Hangzhou.

There is nothing to do in the yard, Zhang San went to the briquette workshop, carpenter's workshop, blacksmith workshop and kiln factory outside, and now everyone is in full swing, and the year-end bonuses of each workshop have been issued one after another in the past two days, so everyone will say a lot of words of thanks wherever Zhang San goes.

The mood of the briquettes and the kiln factory has stabilized, because the sales of those sales points in the capital have stabilized one after another, and a while ago it should have been the competition of the Jia family, and the profits of many sales points have fallen sharply, but through a series of reforms. Things are getting better now.

The first measure of money in is to increase the types of sales sold. The second is to reach an agreement with the coal merchants and the Gao family on coal and iron, and reduce the purchase price. The third is that through the reasonable layout of the coal yard, the iron mold has been recast, and the tempering process has been increased, which ensures the strength of iron and reduces the amount of iron.

Only then did Zhang San know that his iron fan casting cannon was not as simple as he imagined, there was no supporting annealing process, and the things cast by the iron fan were just white iron, that is, the brittle texture was uneven, and the strength was not enough.

The blacksmiths here all understand these things, because Zhang San has never asked, and no one has told him that in fact, the agricultural tools cast by iron molds in this era will be annealed. But when Zhang San asked if he could anneal such a thick and large thing, the blacksmith had no experience in this area.

Anyway, there is no hurry now, Zhang San still has sand mold casting for the time being, and several girls chatted together at night, Zhang San waited until more than nine o'clock and didn't see Shuang'er come to him, so he had to turn off the lights and go to bed.

At night, he dreamed that he had become an emperor, and there were thousands of beauties in the harem, Zhang San was pampering the three thousand beauties, and suddenly his body trembled, and he woke up, and changed out of his wet and sticky underwear, Zhang San couldn't help but sing melancholy: "What is the use of this iron rod I want!" ……”