After sitting for a long time, Lee Sang-woo finally gave up his idea of deep processing of art, and tried to recall the impressions in his memory, and Lee Sang-woo wrote again.

"It is said that Elder Tang and the three apprentices came to a country today, only to see that the people there are all long skirts and short jackets, powdered and oily, young and old, all women, are buying and selling on the two streets, and suddenly when they saw him coming, they all applauded together, and laughed and said, the race is coming!

This time it went very well, and when it was written, "The queen saw that the royal brother was happy and beautiful, but she didn't feel lustful and unbridled, and she took a small bite of cherries, and called out to the royal brother of the Tang Dynasty, don't you come to Zhanfeng Chengluan?"

After writing an article, it was late at night, Li Xiangyu read it through, and used a red pen to describe all the women and races, and he didn't feel that he was obscene, his lust was unbridled, and the words and sentences processed by his own art were red, and it was over.

Looking at the manuscript, Li Xiangyu suddenly remembered the gourd baby who had been full of enthusiasm for a night, alas, I don't know if someone will scold if someone will buy it at a high price in the future and find that he got into the wrong car.

"It's just a marketing ploy. Li Xiangyu comforted himself, carefully put away the manuscript, and washed with water.

When the lights were blown out and I lay on the bed, the room suddenly became quiet, and there was no noise outside in my memory, and I could even hear my own heartbeat.

Li Xiangyu couldn't sleep, his mind was full of the story just now, and his mind was full of the poor daughter of the king.

Inexplicably a little lost.

Obviously, I just want to make some money in a unique way, but I just think that the daughter country is more convenient for in-depth artistic processing.

But when I finished writing, I felt sentimental in my heart.

The queen has the appearance of the country, and she is rich and noble, but she can't ask for a common white head.

What about Elder Tang?

Have you ever liked it even a little?

After becoming the Buddha who is high up, will you remember that there was a person who was willing to exchange the world for old age?

Maybe it lives up to it, but what about her?

......

......

Lu Liuliu looked at the manuscript in Li Xiangyu's hand, and his eyes were straight.

The words and sentences on the bright red line are really imaginative, and the heart is surging, Lu Liuliu snatched the manuscript and couldn't wait to read it.

Li Xiangyu took care of himself to find a chair to sit down, and took the manuscript to Lu Liuliu early in the morning, wanting to hear Lu's evaluation.

The manuscript is about 5,000 words, and at the end of "The woman made a whirlwind, whined, and took Tang Seng away, without a trace, I don't know where he went", and he got the essence of a certain out-of-chapter training, Lu Liuliu quickly read it, scratched his ears and cheeks and asked urgently: "What about the back?"

"I haven't written the rest yet. ”

Lu Liuliu realized that the manuscript was written by Li Xiangyu, and asked, "Cousin, tell me what's going on later?"

Seeing Lu Liuliu's anxious appearance, Li Xiangyu nodded with satisfaction and said, "I'll talk about it later, cousin, do you think this manuscript can be sold for money?"

Thinking of yesterday's incident, Lu Liuliu slapped his thigh violently and said excitedly: "I can sell it! Of course I can! This is much more interesting than painting!"

Looking at Lu Liuliu, who was excited, Li Xiangyu knew that this was done.

"Even if we find someone to copy books and increase the cost of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, one tael of silver is enough, and we can sell one tael of gold, and we can earn nine taels of gold for one volume, which is ten times the profit! ”

Li Xiangyu frowned slightly, only ten volumes a day? It is estimated that it will not take a month to spread, and when the time comes, even piracy and sharing, I am afraid that it will not last long.

"Can't you rub it?" asked Lee Sang-woo.

Lu Liuliu shook his head, "There are too many words, not to mention the long engraving time, and the cost is too high." ”

Long time, high cost? Li Xiangyu was a little puzzled, and asked in confusion: "How long can typesetting last?" No matter how high the cost of rubbing is, it is cheaper than manual copying, right?"

Lu Liuliu only thought that Li Xiangyu had never entered the engraving field, and replied: "How is it possible? It will take at least a few months to engrave these words on a wooden board, and the cost of adding the wooden board used is absolutely high and terrifying." ”

Engraved on the wooden board, engraved on the wooden board, printed? Lee Sang-woo only felt that he had thought of something.

"Engraved on wood and printed. Li Xiangyu muttered in a low voice, and suddenly his mind flashed, and he exclaimed with joy: "Damn! Engraving printing!" Then he stood up from the chair excitedly, grabbed Lu Liuliu and asked: "Cousin, do you use engraving printing now?"

Looking at Li Xiangyu, who was suddenly very excited, Lu Liuliu didn't know why, and asked strangely: "What do you use without engraving?"

Li Xiangyu was even more excited and hugged Lu Liuliu.

"Movable type printing!" a word that Lu Liuliu had never heard jumped out.

"Movable type printing?"

......

Movable type printing is very simple, first use cement to make a single word of the Yang text reverse text mold, and then according to the manuscript to pick out the words, arrange them in the word plate, and ink printing. After printing, you can also remove the font and save it for use again in the next printing.

Lee Sang-woo is now grateful to the middle school history teacher in his memory.

In order to make the students' memories more vivid, that lovely teacher once led the students to make movable type printing molds by themselves.

This is also a rare knowledge in Lee Sang-woo's memory that has not been returned to the teacher.

Li Xiangyu took Lu Liuliu and a few maids to make a hundred and ten different character molds in only half a day.

At first, Lu Liuliu was very speechless about Li Xiangyu taking him to play with mud, but when a few words were made, Lu Liuliu's mouth couldn't close.

"This ...... This...... This ......" pointed to the word mold in shock, and Lu Liuliu, who didn't understand what movable type printing was, reacted at once, and stammered when he spoke.

Looking at the word model Li Xiangyu's satisfied smile, his heart was full of a sense of achievement, "Cousin, how about burning the words in a wooden frame and printing them with ink?"

"Cousin, is this what you came up with?" Lu Liuliu looked incredulous.

Li Xiangyu nodded shamelessly, there should be no Grandpa Bi in this world, right?

Lu Liuliu was born in a merchant family since he was a child, although he didn't read much, he was very sensitive to business opportunities, and this movable type printing cost was low and fast, which was simply perfect.

Lu Liuliu, who had long been disgusted with the mud and dirty, greedily grabbed a few unburned calligraphy molds and put them in front of his face, and his eyes seemed to be able to shine.

"Cousin, we sent it!

Li Xiangyu nodded, just this movable type printing, how can you print a hundred and eighty volumes a day, right?

Looking at Lu Liuliu, and then looking at the underground lettering, Li Xiangyu suddenly thought in his heart, if someone researched the reason for the birth of movable type printing after a long time, what would be his expression?

It must be interesting......