Chapter Fifty-Six: Opening the Paper Shop

"Well, I'm here to heal, what you just said, but it broke my heart, my heart is still aching, how can you help me heal?"

The man covered his chest, and the corners of his mouth curled in an evil arc.

What to do, I really want to beat him.

"Your disease is very simple, come over a little bit, and I'll help you treat it."

An Xiaomo beckoned to the man, and a bad premonition rose in the man's heart, but he still had the courage to come over.

"That's it...... Such. ”

After speaking, An Xiaomo raised his fist and smashed it hard into his chest.

The man panicked and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but it was too late, An Xiaomo's fist touched his chest directly. “

"Whew!!

The man let out a scream of despair. Fortunately, he has good concentration, and he has some foundation, but his body leans back sharply, but he does not fall, although he was scared at the beginning, but after that, he thought it was quite interesting.

It scared the people on the side.

Those who came to see the doctor even wanted to turn around and leave.

However, because many people have come here to see a doctor before, they all know that An Xiaomo is still very serious and gentle when treating others. So I endured it and didn't leave.

"How's it going, are you comfortable now?"

An Xiaomo looked at the man with a smile.

The man broke out in a cold sweat at what she saw.

"Well, it's much better, Xiao Mo is really amazing."

It's a shame that he can still laugh now, she didn't release water when she hit, she had already used all her strength to fight.

"Since it's much better, let's get out of the way, there are still a bunch of people waiting to see a doctor behind you, if it's too late, it's your fault."

Although the man left, in the days that followed, An Xiaomo was not relaxed, and the man would come to her every day and talk to her on the grounds of illness.

But she didn't want to say anything more to him.

But during this time, thanks to him, the Salvation Pavilion did not come to them again.

In this respect, she was still grateful to him, otherwise, she would have kicked him out a long time ago, how could she tolerate him running over and harassing her every day.

has been here for a long time, and An Xiaomo also knows his name from his mouth.

Ming III.

As soon as I heard it, I knew it wasn't my real name, but it didn't matter if it wasn't real, she didn't care about it anyway, she didn't care.

Even if he didn't tell him his name, she wouldn't mind.

But Ming's surname...... Or let her care a little, isn't this the name of the current emperor?

This world is still quite serious about the surname of this kind of thing, especially the royal people, the surname of the general emperor, and ordinary people are not allowed to be the same as him.

This Ming San should be a royal nobleman, in general, the less contact the better, she can't be provoked, can't she hide, but in the days that followed, An Xiaomo really realized what it means to be unprovoked, and she can't hide.

What left her speechless the most was that this person had been in this place for more than a month, but he had no intention of leaving.

How can he say that he is also a royal nobleman, does it really matter if he stays in such a small place all the time?

But recently, in addition to this trouble, in terms of other things, An Xiaomo is still quite happy.

The situation in Jishitang is getting better and better. She's already getting ready to get started with the novel.

In this world, only words are your true love.

Of course, if she wants her novels to be widely read in the world, she has to deal with paper and printing.

The world doesn't seem to have anything to do with either.

Hey, she has to do everything on her own.

However, now that I have money, it's not a big deal to do.

Moreover, she can also get more things with these things, which can be regarded as an investment.

On this day, An Xiaomo, who has always insisted on opening the door every day, closed the door for the first time, ran to the various paper shops in the town to take a look, and asked Uncle Gu about the highest printing level in the world now, and found that there is movable type printing in the world now, that is, she doesn't have to be in such a hurry to develop any new printing technology, after all, she doesn't want to be a celebrity in this world.

Bi Sheng researched movable type printing at the beginning, and then it appeared in her teaching textbooks, if she studied it so quickly, even if it did not appear in some textbooks thousands of years later, it is estimated that it will be a sensation in the whole world.

Although she likes to be famous, this is limited to novels, and she is not interested in other aspects at all, or even because it is too troublesome. She herself still likes to be quiet.

Because she went to see the paper, she didn't know that Ming San came to her medical hall as usual today, and when she saw that the medical center was closed, she was in a hurry, and even asked Huang Guan if they were looking for trouble with her and caused her to close the door.

Fortunately, there was a helper on Steward Huang's side at that time, and when he came, he saw An Xiaomo and they went to the shop that sold paper, otherwise, An Xiaomo would really be wanted by the whole town today.

An Xiaomo spent a day looking at all the shops that sold paper in the town, and didn't go home until the evening, and didn't go to the hospital again.

Tonight, An Xiaomo called everyone in Jishitang to his small courtyard.

I told everyone about her idea of opening a paper store, and although everyone agreed, at the same time, there were a lot of worries.

"Xiao Mo, why do you suddenly want to open this kind of shop?"

Gu Yuanfu first raised his own questions.

Xiao Mo has always been very thoughtful, he shouldn't suddenly want to do this kind of thing, there must be some reason.

Although selling paper is also good and stable, they don't know anything about it, and there is no one who understands it, if they really want to sell paper, it is estimated that they will lose money at that time.

Moreover, you can't make too much money selling paper, so instead of smashing money on selling paper, it is better to open a few more pharmacies.

In fact, I have always had a bold idea, I want to create a new kind of literature, but it is not new, that is, compared with the current literature, the scope is wider and the form is more free.

And, I hope that this kind of literature can spread quickly throughout the country, so that the common people can also accept it, so I need to sell paper, I want to make that kind of good quality, cheap paper, I wonder if you can lend me a dog to help me fulfill this wish? ”

She has also understood this world, and it is not that there is no such thing as novels, it can only be said that there are very few.

There are very few people who write it, and very few people read it.

First, because of the limitations of the price of paper, this kind of novel cannot be mass-produced. ’

The second reason is that the literati in this world read and write books in order to gain fame, and as for fun, it is really very rare.

"This, Xiao Mo, although it is good to go to literature now, but we are ...... in terms of knowledge and culture."

Gu Yuanfu wanted to speak and stopped.

This emblem, to gain fame and learn cultural knowledge, is a very luxurious thing, generally only the aristocratic and rich gentry will let their children and grandchildren learn, as for ordinary people like them, it is already very good to be able to read and write.

In their town, there are not many people who know how to read, and he and Qingfeng are two of them.

At the beginning, in order to be literate, I also went to a private school with a lot of money, and it was good to be able to be free, and it was simply wishful thinking to create literature.

"You don't have to worry about this, although I can't tell you the specific reason now, but don't worry, in terms of literary creation, I have no problem at all, everyone remember to wait for me to create a book, and I will have a lot of cheers."

An Xiaomo smiled with a relaxed face. After all, she is also a novelist who is well-known in the previous world.

In the fierce competition in the past, she could still stand firm, let alone this world?

It's just that the subject matter she created has great limitations, and it won't affect her performance.

"Okay, okay, since Xiao Mo you said so, then Uncle Gu and I don't have any other concerns, if you want to do it, just let it go and do it boldly, Uncle Gu fully supports you."

Gu Yuanfu smiled heroically and showed his attitude.

And the others also nodded in agreement, especially An Fen, clapping his hands, and praising An Xiaomo unconsciously.

"Daughter-in-law, you are really amazing, amazing, daughter-in-law, you are the best!!"

It made An Xiaomo a little embarrassed.

After this matter was finalized, that night, An Xiaomo returned to his room, sat on the bed, and entered the space that he hadn't entered for a long time.

Using the computer, I searched for a bunch of information and technology about papermaking.

Then, change them to the font that the world uses and print them.

After doing this, it was already late at night, and looking at the stack of materials in my hand, my heart was infinitely satisfied.

Finally, I can start doing what I love most in this world.

Although it is nice to be able to open a medical clinic in this world to treat others, it is not my favorite thing to do.

The next day, An Xiaomo returned to the hospital as usual.

And the first patient ushered in today is none other than Ming San, who has been worried about An Xiaomo for a long time yesterday.

"Xiao Mo, what did you do yesterday? Without you to see me, my body was unwell for a day. ”

It's such a bad tone again, although it's been so long, but she still can't get used to it.

"Where have I been, it has nothing to do with Lord Ming, if Lord Ming is not feeling well, in fact, there are still many doctors in this town with better medical skills than me."

An Xiaomo looked at him with a smile on his face, which made him feel a little infiltrated inexplicably.