Tang Yi and Wu Tiancheng were chatting happily, but Tang Xiucai, who was sitting on the side, was not happy. Slammed the table with a teacup, and said dissatisfiedly: "Yi'er, why don't you ask your father?" ”

"Hee-hee, what kind of job you can find, the children are happy!"

"You, you just look down on your father!"

Wu Tiancheng hurriedly said on the side: "Master, Ling Zun has really found a job, and his income is much higher than mine!" ”

This can surprise Tang Yi a lot, Mr. Bookkeeper in this era, even if it is a high-income group, an ordinary private school teacher, only two or three taels of silver a month, of course, every year for three festivals and two birthdays, students will give some gifts, and it is decent to say it.

It's just that what kind of job can my father find, he is even taller than Wu Tiancheng, which is really puzzling to Tang Yi.

Seeing his son's confused appearance, Tang Xiucai didn't want to be happy, he should show his hands and let this kid know what his father is - although there are not many anymore.

"Stinky boy, your father got a job copying books."

"Ahem, I think I'm some kind of great! If you want to earn more than you can by copying books, can your body hold it? Let's not play with our lives! Tang Yi asked worriedly, he was really afraid that his father would be tired.

"Stinky boy, you don't understand this." Tang Xiucai smiled proudly: "The knowledge in the copy book is great, Dad will give you a good lesson today." ”

The printing industry in the Ming Dynasty was quite developed, but it was far from being comparable with later generations, and only books related to the imperial examinations, such as the Four Books and the Five Classics, would be printed and published in large quantities. The rest of the notebook novels, legends of Zhiwei, and partial classics, even if they are published, are scarce in quantity, the printing quality is even worse, and there are many loopholes, and the copying industry came into being.

And gradually, the copyists formed a very good rule, for example, they would use a kind of script - traditional Chinese characters when copying books!

That's right, it's traditional Chinese!

When Tang Yi first crossed over, he had a lot of simplified characters in his mind, and he thought that he had come to the wrong era, but later he realized that in fact, since the Han and Tang dynasties, there have been two kinds of Chinese characters, one is the regular character, the other is the vulgar character, the so-called vulgar character is the Chinese character that has been simplified and omitted complicated strokes.

However, the orthodox and vulgar characters are not static, and many vulgar characters will also be adopted into official official documents after they are widely circulated.

But there is an exception, that is, the scribes, just like the Jianghu people use black words to protect themselves, the scribes also resolutely do not use vulgar characters, eager to write every word incomparably complicated, so as to raise the threshold and increase the difficulty for outsiders to join.

Later, the descendants of the wild boar skin took the scribe's script as the official script, and they were either ignorant or had the same intention as the scribes, wanting to prevent the spread of knowledge and fool the people......

Without further ado, Tang Xiucai said triumphantly to his son: "Yi'er, if you want to copy a book that sells well, you must first have a good handwriting, your father's calligraphy is not too bad!" ”

"The start and end are not bad, it is simply rare in the world." Tang Yi exaggeratedly admired. Tang Xiucai became more and more proud, and said with a smile: "Secondly, you must also be able to paint." ”

Tang Yi couldn't understand this, and his eyes widened in confusion.

"What are you drawing?"

"Of course it's an illustration, come and see this." Saying that, Tang Xiucai took out a book and sent it to Tang Yi, Tang Yi opened it and took a look, it turned out to be the content of the Water Margin, describing a section of Wu Song fighting a tiger, there is an illustration on every two or three pages, some painting a tavern, under the guise of "three bowls are not a post", and some painting Wu Song punching a tiger. Without exception, the paintings are so crudely so crudely illegible that they are barely recognizable.

Tang Yi's mind suddenly flashed, isn't this the ancestor of comic books!

By the way, illustrated editions of books did appear in the Ming Dynasty, such as the immortal masterpiece describing the great officials of the Western Gate, which was divided into two versions, one was a dictionary book, and the other was an embroidered book - that is, with pictures (curious book lovers can search for it, the two versions are slightly different).

Could it be that my father took such a job, wouldn't it be painting the Spring Palace......

Tang Yi's face changed wildly, you are always a dignified and talented person, you can't do such a shameful thing for the sake of silver!

"What are you kid thinking?" Tang Xiucai roared angrily, frightened Tang Yi, and hurriedly said, "No, no." ”

"Hmph, Zhizi Mo Ruo's father, you can't hide your little fancy intestines from me. Aren't you just worried that I won't be able to draw well, so I'll show my hand today. ”

Tang Xiucai arrived at the desk, took the breath and was humble, lifted the brush, brushed and wrote, the beautiful thin gold body flowed out from the tip of the pen, not in a hurry or slowly, like a spring dingdong, every word of the pen is restrained, the spirit is complete, it is really like drinking elixir, hearty.

Write three or five lines of uneven length, leaving enough blank space underneath. Tang Xiucai paused slightly, and began to draw, not to mention, with a few strokes, the form of the tiger appeared, and after a few strokes, Wu Songjing's naked body was like a stretched bow, rushing towards the tiger.

"Okay, Daddy, it's yours!" Tang Yi did not hesitate to applaud, and Wu Tiancheng also smiled: "Master, just with Tang Xianggong's handwriting and the painters, they have set a price, ten books per month, one or two silver, if you can copy more, the price is negotiable." ”

A thread-bound book, almost 20,000 words, and ten books are also 200,000 words, in fact, Dad's workload is still not small.

When it was Tang Yi's turn, he reached into his arms and took out the house deed and land deed.

"Dad, the child has a store that sells stationery, you better watch the store!"

Tang Xiucai was a little surprised, he had been running for so many days, of course he knew that it was difficult to find a job, and it was even more difficult to do business, Tang Yi really found it, it was unexpected.

When Tang Yi introduced the experience, Tang Xiucai looked up to the sky and sighed: "My son is too good and hurts my self-esteem!" ”

Wu Tiancheng shook his head and sighed, Master, don't bring such a blow.

"Yi'er, how are you going to run the shop?"

"This, I haven't thought about it yet, but I want to redecorate, and I need to add a little more tricks, literati, I must do what I like."

Tang Xiucai frowned and asked, "Yi'er, how about you say that these hand-copied books are sold in the shop?" ”

What a great idea!

Tang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, stretched out his thumb, and said firmly: "Dad, your business can be dug up, but you are afraid that you will not succeed alone." ”

"Of course it's not me, the originally copied books will also be sold to Shen Liyan Boss Shen, and then he will sell them to the bookstore, if we have a shop, wouldn't it be better to buy manuscripts directly from Boss Shen and resell them!"

"Dad, you're a genius!"

Tang Yi finally looked at his father a little impressed, he was able to be admitted to Xiucai early, his father is not stupid, but he didn't use his thoughts in the past.

The three of them discussed, and they felt more and more feasible, but they couldn't be in a hurry, Wu Tiancheng also went to be his account office, and his father still went to copy books, as for Tang Yi, he redesigned the shop, asked someone to decorate, and by the way, opened up the joints and finalized the source of goods. When everything is ready and experienced, we will make the store prosperous together.

Standing at thirty, living to thirty, and finally having an industry, Tang Xiucai was very excited, and his son was impressed, and his long-lost father finally returned.

Double happiness is coming, and you can't help but celebrate.

"Find the best restaurant, have a drink, and give our career a good start!"

After a few days of hard work, he finally had an eyebrow, Tang Yi also wanted to celebrate, so he called the Zhu family brothers, and the five of them were arrogant and killed all the way to Chunfang Building.

As the largest restaurant in Taicang, Chunfanglou has chefs invited from Yangzhou, and the Huaiyang cuisine is impeccable. And there was a band playing during the meal, and the treatment simply caught up with the emperor. As a senior foodie, Tang Yi has long been salivating and wants to appreciate it.

The five of them arrived at the front of the restaurant and walked inside. Suddenly, two young men stretched out their hands.

"A few people, and wait."

Tang Yi stood still and was stunned for a moment.

"Why, won't you let me eat?"

A young man with a pockmarked face, like a sesame baked cake, grinned and said proudly: "Master, we usually welcome you when you come, but today is different." ”

"I'd like to hear it, how is it different?"

"See?" Xiao Er pointed to the sign in front of the door and said with a smile: "The famous girl Liuying from Jiangnan is coming to perform today, and famous talents from Taicang and even Suzhou have arrived." It's all a literati gathering, so don't join in the fun! ”

Dirt buns, what is Lao Tzu like dirt buns?

Just rush this sentence, Lao Tzu must go in!

"Xiao Er, which eye do you see that we are not literati? Can't we write words on our faces? Tang Yi asked angrily.

Xiao Er smiled: "Master Ke, the little one doesn't raise the bar with you, our boss said, as long as you can write a neat couplet for our store, even if you are a literati, just go in." If you can't write it, hehe, then I'm sorry......" Xiao'er finished speaking, hugging his shoulders, not to mention the more he owes a beating.