The place of 'Xiuchun Building' is the center of Fushun, close to the official office, and it is the same street as when Gu Yuanwei took Zhou Qingfeng to seek medical treatment. Although this 'Xiuchun Building' is closed, the street is still lively. Zhou Qingfeng finished dealing with the brothel boss, and led the people back to the street to wander slowly.

The harvest of looting 'Xiuchun Tower' is not bad. There is nothing else here, but there are a lot of furniture, beds, and clothes. Zhou Qingfeng just needed it, and he had already sent someone to make a big move. These things can be used if they are exposed to the sun or boiled in boiling water.

Three prostitutes infected with typhoid fever were also rescued from 'Xiuchun Building', and Zhou Qingfeng ordered them to be sent back to the west of the city for treatment. These are all women in their early teens and twenties, and they are very good labor after the transformation, and he will not give up easily.

In ancient times, women had a low status, and even had the vice of having difficulty raising and drowning female babies. But Zhou Qingfeng did not discriminate against women, and he even wanted to recruit women in large numbers - women are more oppressed than men. This will make the women who have received his favor not easily leave the group he founded, and the cohesion will be stronger.

Right now, Zhou Qingfeng is waiting for the typhoid epidemic to break out in the city, and he can come out to pick up the bargain.

"I still have to educate my subordinates. If you don't educate, you're like a pig, and if you don't educate, you're a useful talent. "Zhou Qingfeng is in the west of the city on weekdays, and it is difficult to come out today. Looking at the colorful flower street and willow lane, he casually pulled a passer-by and asked: "How can you sell pen, ink, paper, and inkstone?" ”

To engage in education, stationery consumption is indispensable.

Zhou Qingfeng educated the slaves in Ekhkulun, and they could only learn and train with wooden planks and charcoal. Every time you go to class, you have to get your hands black, and now you can't do that. And as his subordinates gradually began to establish an administrative system, all kinds of documents and official documents also required a lot of paper and pen and ink, which could only be provided by the cities of the Ming Dynasty.

"It's better for us to be Ming, this flower can't be occupied by a group of barbarians." Zhou Qingfeng followed the guidance of passers-by and walked into a literary shop. The guy in the store saw a handsome young man in clean clothes walking in, and hurriedly stepped forward and greeted him with a smile: "What does this young master want?" ”

There is a row of brushes hanging on the walls, a variety of papers on the counter, and a subset of scriptures on several shelves. The shopkeeper was talking auspicious while selling all kinds of books for the imperial examination to Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the paper on the counter and asked, "How can this be sold?" ”

"The best white list paper, ten pieces only cost one penny of silver." The shopkeeper said.

Ten for one penny? Isn't a hundred for one or two? It's too expensive, isn't it?

Paper is a lot of consumables for Zhou Qingfeng, he really didn't expect this paper to be so expensive in ancient times, so he asked again: "What is the cheapest one?" How much? ”

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was not badly dressed but asked for the cheapest, the shop guy couldn't help but show a little disdain. The latter just thought that he had met the young master of that big family, but now he felt that he had met a poor sour man who pretended to be poor, and his tone changed a lot, "Cheap?" Mulberry paper is the cheapest over there, and a hundred pieces of paper cost only three cents of silver. ”

Zhou Qingfeng walked to the mulberry paper and touched it, the paper was very rough, yellow, dull, and the obvious fiber structure could be seen. It's cheap, but it's not suitable for writing. He shook his head slightly.

The shopkeeper shook his head when he saw Zhou Qingfeng, and sneered again: "If you think this is not good, there is also a yellow list paper to choose from, a hundred pieces of silver." ”

Yellow list paper is much better than mulberry paper. Although the paper is yellowish, there is no noticeable papermaking fiber. The paper, although not delicate enough, is also quite tough and can be used for writing. The price is moderate, but it can be consumed.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up a few pieces of yellow list paper and asked, "How many yellow list papers do you have?" ”

The shopkeeper was happy, "As much as you want, we have as many as we have in the store." ”

"Really? Then give me 50,000 sheets. Zhou Qingfeng said.

Clang, and a crisp sound was heard in the store. Zhou Qingfeng looked up, and the voice came from the direction of the store counter - the shopkeeper was originally drinking tea, and when he heard the number of 50,000 sheets, he accidentally dropped the tea cover on the table. The guy in the store blinked even more, and asked rhetorically to confirm: "You want 50,000 tickets?" ”

"50,000 is not much." Zhou Qingfeng did the math and replied: "One hundred pieces of silver, fifty thousand pieces of silver is only fifty taels of silver." Am I not mistaken? ”

The shopkeeper nodded, and the shopkeeper behind the counter had already rushed over, and said with a smile: "Forgive me for being clumsy, dare to ask the son's surname?" ”

"My surname is Zhou."

"Zhou Gongzi really wants 50,000 pieces of yellow list paper?"

"Is it in stock?"

The guy on the side couldn't help but say: "Childe, you have to think about it, 5,000 is enough to write for a long time, and 50,000 can write a lifetime ......." ”

Without waiting for the guy to finish speaking, the shopkeeper shouted: "If you don't have long eyes, you won't make tea for Zhou Gongzi?" He turned around and smiled: "Gongzi Zhou, please sit here." As long as Childe needs it, 50,000 pieces of yellow list paper is not a problem at all. ”

Culture and education in the north of the Ming Dynasty are not prosperous, and the papers for the imperial examination are different from those in the south. In this wasteland of Fushun, there are even fewer people who can go to school. Fifty taels of silver is not much in Zhou Qingfeng's opinion, but the literary store he entered can't sell 50,000 pieces of paper a year. In the eyes of the shopkeeper, the young man in front of him is either deceiving people, or he is wronged.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't plan to drink tea, after all, there was a plague in the city now, and eating and drinking outside casually was not pleasant for himself. He asked directly: "If there is a stock, I will have someone send the silver over tomorrow, and you can deliver the goods to my door." ”

Uncle Zhou pursues efficiency, but the shopkeeper didn't expect him to be so neat. The latter is a problem: "The small store now has less than 5,000 sheets, and the rest have to go to the warehouse to transfer goods." ”

"Oh, it's okay, where is your storeroom?"

"In ......, in Shenyang."

Zhou Qingfeng's face immediately sank, and he thought: "Uncle Ben finally came out to purchase in person, you shopkeeper is teasing me." He asked, "How many sheets do you have in stock?" ”

The shopkeeper looked entangled and thought to himself: The customers we usually meet in our store are all buying ten or dozens of tickets, and buying a hundred at a time is already a high roller. I really haven't seen you ask for 50,000 pieces of this mouth. He was worried that his nonsense would mess up the sale, so he could only tell the truth that he only had about 2,000 tickets in his store.

"Young Master Zhou, this yellow list paper is cheap and the paper is good. There are always a lot of people who buy on weekdays, but today there is not much stock in the store. If the young master is willing to pay a deposit, I will immediately send someone to Shenyang to transfer the goods. The shopkeeper seemed to be eager to make the deal.

Zhou Qingfeng turned to speak: "Give me 100,000 pieces of fifty taels, and I will give you a deposit of five taels." ”

Ah......, this is half the price for me in one breath!

The shopkeeper was not angry, but happy. It's just that he was embarrassed on his face: "Young Master Zhou, this store has a small profit, and 5.2 million tickets are really going to be lost." ”

"I want another hundred rabbit pens, and some ink and inkstones." Zhou Qingfeng said again.

A rabbit pen is five cents of silver, and a hundred is five taels. Although the mosquito is small and meat, the shopkeeper's heart is secretly happy, but he still gritted his teeth and did not let go, and continued to look embarrassed.

"By the way, can you print the book for me? Or help me find a printing shop in Shenyang, Fushun doesn't seem to see anyone doing this. "Zhou Qingfeng wants to print a large number of enlightenment textbooks and reading materials, after all, he has a lot of various books in his hands, but the number of each book is very small. And if you are engaged in education, students must always have textbooks.

The shopkeeper was even more pleased when he heard this, his family happened to have a printing workshop in Shenyang, "What book does Young Master Zhou want to print?" How many words? How many volumes? ”

"I'm going to print three books, I'm going to print Language, I'm Mathematics, and I'm going to Nature. Each book needs 1,000 copies, and each book is about 10,000 words. Zhou Qingfeng touched it and said. He plans to refine the primary school textbook and combine the knowledge of grades 1 to 3 into one book for teaching.

A thousand copies is not much, but a book of 10,000 words is too much. You must know that the famous "Analects" is only 10,000 words in total. In later generations, a book could easily print two or three hundred thousand words, but in ancient times, printing technology was limited, so it could not be done. The font is small, the engraving is troublesome and easy to blur, and the number of pages is too large to bind, so the number of words in each book is quite limited.

The shopkeeper explained the details, and Zhou Qingfeng only waved his hand and said: "I'll give you a deposit, and you can find someone for me to talk about in detail." ”

To meet such a happy customer, the shopkeeper is really excited. The money earned by printing books is much more than 50,000 pieces of paper, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If Zhou Gongzi really has the heart to print books, I can give away 100,000 pieces of yellow list paper for free." However, the son still has to make a deposit of fifty taels first. ”

In ancient times, printing books was not cheap, and engraving printing required technical hard work, and carvers needed special training all year round. It's a capital- and technology-intensive business, and only a wealthy family can set up a printing shop.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand this, but he saw that the shopkeeper of this store was quite courageous, and couldn't help asking: "Do you still have some background in this store?" ”

The shopkeeper immediately laughed and said: "The surname of the small shop is Ye, and that is the Liaodong family. My Ye family lives in Liaoyang, Hongwu moved here, and now two hundred years have spread out, and there are my Ye family industries everywhere in this eastern Liaodong. Officialdom is also very helpful, but it is not just 'some background'. ”

"Oh, so how are you compared to this Fushun royal family?"

"What Gongzi said is that Wang Kai is outside the king?"

"That's right."

"That's just a nouveau riche who has no followers, it's nothing more than a hook up with Lord Li, the governor of Liaodong. He is coarse, greedy, unfaithful, and not worth mentioning. My Ye family doesn't want to be with it. ”

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, Cai Zhiwei had talked about the Ye family in Liaodong, and it was indeed a powerful family. In the future, he will have to make a lot of purchases and sales in business, and he will definitely not be able to bypass these local families.

"I'm bothering tonight, tomorrow I'll send someone to talk in detail, and at the same time send a deposit of fifty taels." Zhou Qingfeng set the big framework, and the follow-up details were naturally discussed by his subordinates. He is very much like a child of a big family, but he bluffed the shopkeeper into a daze.

However, when Zhou Qingfeng left, he pointed to the cheapest mulberry paper and said, "Give me a thousand pieces of this paper first, I'm in a hurry to use it." ”

The shopkeeper's perception of Zhou Qingfeng at this moment has taken another 180-degree turn, and he smiled and said, "If the son is in a hurry to write, it is better to buy some white list paper." This mulberry paper is really inferior, and it is not worthy of the genius of the son. ”

Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand and said, "Hey......, what talent do I have?" This is bought back to wipe the butt in the pit. ”

Ah......, the shopkeeper and the guy really didn't expect it.