"Shopkeeper's~"

The sweet and soft voice sounded, and Shopkeeper Zhou, who was lying on the rattan chair leisurely, immediately realized it, and called the little servant in a panic to move the Qin Ye Rong back in the yard.

The pretty and lively figure had already jumped to the door, and the shopkeeper immediately ran over to greet him.

What followed was a bag of sugar-fried chestnuts falling into his arms, "reward you~"

The little princess is in a good mood today, and after cultivating in the medicine garden for more than half a month, she is finally able to come out and wander.

She lay on the rattan chair where the shopkeeper was lying in front of her, took an apple and nibbled on it, and finally noticed the shopkeeper's wrong face: "Why is your face more bitter than the medicine I have drunk in the past few days?" ”

The shopkeeper looked squirming and showed a flattering smile: "Actually, little princess, I'm allergic to this chestnut." ”

Feng Nanqi blinked his eyes, and Hua Qianchu consciously took the bag of sugar-fried chestnuts that had just been thrown out from the shopkeeper's hand.

"If you can't eat it, you said it earlier, I'll give you something else." She jumped off the wicker chair and ran in front of Hua Qianchu.

From the pile of food in his hand, she picked out a few pastries that she liked and counted them one by one.

"This is purple sweet potato yam cake, mung bean crisp, Dingsheng cake...... Let's see if there's anything you can't eat. ”

The shopkeeper was flattered, why did this little princess suddenly be so good to him?

"What are you doing with the expression of a white rabbit? I'm not a big bad wolf going to eat you. Feng Nanqi squinted at him for a while, and suddenly found something.

"Have you been eating a little well lately?" She stretched out her claws and touched Shopkeeper Zhou's face, which had been a little round recently.

Shopkeeper Zhou turned around, pinched the flesh on his stomach, and showed a simple smile.

"Hehe, isn't it a little bit of a small socialization lately."

"Tsk." Feng Nanqi looked disgusted, and then pinched a piece of glutinous rice from the bag and put it in his mouth.

"Forget it, let's get down to business first." After talking about it for so long, it's time to pull the text.

"Tell me about the recent game." She sat back down in the wicker chair, the blanket leaning softly and comfortably.

The shopkeeper greeted the man, and soon a series of statistics from the past half month came out.

"Now there are more than 3,000 works participating in this competition, and only less than 2,000 are qualified according to the requirements of the little princess."

Feng Nanqi listened to the shopkeeper's report of the data, chewing and eating.

Now that it is still in the solicitation period, Lancheng has only a population of more than 100,000 people and has achieved such results in only half a month, which shows that money can indeed enable scholars to use ink.

"There are more than 700 serialized copies that meet the word count requirement, of which about 300 serialized copies have been officially published."

This data is still very good, Feng Nanqi nodded with satisfaction.

What is lacking today is the two major parts of photocopying and publicity, because the original manuscripts are handwritten by scholars, and the later copies are selected and printed by the workers of the library.

This method is a waste of money, material resources and manpower, and especially time. According to this situation, it will be difficult to complete it in the later stage within the time expected by Feng Nanqi, so it is likely to affect the future plan.

She had to figure out a way to come up with a printing method that was even more efficient than assembly line production.

"With so many manuscripts left, how long will it take to count the non-stop work day and night?" Feng Nanqi asked, and the shopkeeper picked up the abacus and began to bang on the table.

"Back to the princess, our deadline for soliciting papers is one month, according to the number of people who register every day, the number of participants will not exceed 7,000 by the end of the registration. Even if Zijin Shuyuan worked day and night, he could only make 100 copies of the serial book 100 copies in five days. According to the original plan, it would take at least close to two years. ”

Two years? No, it's been too long.

"Shopkeeper, I remember that we stipulated that the number of words in the competition should start with one book, and the serialized book must end with between three and five copies, and then be copied and sold on a large scale, right?"

Feng Nanqi took the abacus in Zhou's shopkeeper's hand and used it, and found that he couldn't use it, so he simply picked up the pen and made notes on the white paper.

"According to the ratio of the length of Arashijo's novels in the past, the ratio of three books to five books is about three to two. In other words, six out of ten books are completed with three copies, so according to the distribution of rights, 7,000 works need to be copied about 26,000 originals. ”

Feng Nanqi calculated this slightly huge data, and a series of formulas and numbers on the paper looked at the shopkeeper's brain.

He didn't understand what Feng Nanqi wrote, but from Feng Nanqi's mouth, he probably knew that she was guessing the plan that took the least amount of time through calculations.

"How long will it take if you summon all the city's academies to help?" The data on the paper made Feng Nanqi frown, the shopkeeper's calculation was correct, it would indeed take nearly two years.

If there are only three bookstores, Zijin Library, Jingle Library, and Mengxi Library, it is really not enough, and the scale of the two bookstores of Jingle and Mengxi is not large.

"There are a total of thirty-two bookstores in Lancheng, and there are six of them in the larger scale." The shopkeeper silently explained the situation to Feng Nanqi.

"Six? Isn't it seven? She remembered that she had checked a total of seven academies before, but there were only six.

The shopkeeper's face was speechless, "Little princess, do you remember the shopkeeper who was raided by you......"

Feng Nanqi frowned and thought about it, as if there was really such a person.

"Six is six, let me do the math." She began to write again.

Reducing the time to six months, five days as a week would take thirty-six weeks.

The more than 26,000 manuscripts were divided into 28 copies, of which about 20,000 were selected by the 26 books of ordinary size, and the rest was taken care of by the other six books.

Then the time can be shortened to one month, and it is best to hand over the original manuscripts after the selection of words to the six bookstores for unified copying, and then sell.

Yes, that's a lot faster.

After listening to Feng Nanqi's explanation, the shopkeeper couldn't help wiping a cold sweat when he saw her confident smile.

"Little princess, aren't you afraid that you forgot the people who offended other scholars before, and then said that you disdain to cooperate with them......

Feng Nanqi frowned, glanced at Hua Qianchu, and then got Hua Qianchu's affirmative nod.

"Oh, what then?" Feng Nanqi asked the shopkeeper rhetorically.

The shopkeeper was about to cry, how could he know what to do.

"Okay, okay, I'll think about it. Let's settle it like this, and if it really doesn't work, I'll do it again. Feng Nanqi thought about it, and it was trivial to ask other scholars to help. Although it may not be possible for all the scholars to come forward, it is still possible for eight out of ten to come forward.