Zhang Yulai's purpose is about what Shen Lang said about writing "third type of reading".

"That's not how I got it."

After reading the plan that Zhang Yu said racked his brains and spent a whole day making, Shen Lang raised his forehead and sighed, it seems that the things of the day before yesterday were in vain.

Zhang Yu looked dazed, and said in his heart, didn't he just do what you said?

Shen Lang didn't talk nonsense, and put what he spent half an hour writing yesterday in front of Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu frowned, although he admired and respected Shen Lang very much, he was still very confident in his professional ability, otherwise he would not be able to bring the half-dead Taoyuan Book Store back to life.

However, out of politeness, I still opened Shen Lang's plan and read it.

Just after reading the first page, Zhang Yu's face was already full of shock.

What the hell is this......

It's simply a bookseller's heavenly holy text!

No! Not only booksellers, but almost all walks of life can apply what is written here!

"I'm not going to do a simple current event, I call it ...... News. Shen Lang said.

The words fell, and the heavens and the earth trembled slightly.

Zhang Yu shuddered, looked at the sky outside, and then turned his head to look at Shen Lang.

Seeing that Shen Lang's expression remained unchanged, Zhang Yu had some doubts in his heart, did he feel wrong?

The two talked in detail for a long time, and Shen Lang took the thing he wrote and told Zhang Yu little by little what news was.

"You mean, one a day?"

When Zhang Yu heard this, his face changed slightly, this amount is not something that ordinary people can eat. And even if Fang Ke can win this circulation, how many readers in the country can buy a book a day, and books are not cheap things.

Shen Lang also lowered his head and pondered, but the content of his meditation was a little different from Zhang Yu's.

Although this is a fantasy world, the streamlining is obviously much worse than the world in the previous life, or there is no streamlined production line at all, and the business aspect is even worse.

"How much does this type of book cost?" Shen Lang asked.

Zhang Yu said: "Looking at the number of words, usually a book is about 100 pages, and the various costs are calculated, and it probably takes four taels of silver." If you sell it, the price is usually ten taels of silver a piece. ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Yu explained: "Of course, the cost of opening the state capital, the cost of transportation, and the cost of storage are not included in the calculation, so it seems that there are several times the income, but in fact, the profit that can be obtained from our book store is only about one or two silver." ”

Shen Lang frowned, he naturally knew that the books in this world were very expensive, and he was able to burn books unscrupulously with the help of his father-in-law Yang Shen, but he didn't expect the cost to be so high.

Like Shen Lang and his father Shen Donglai, the annual salary is only thirty taels. He is not an ordinary person, but a catcher in Anping County, and he is in charge of more than a dozen fast catchers.

"Why is the cost so high?" Shen Lang asked.

Zhang Yu said: "The main thing is the cost of paper and printing. ”

As soon as he heard this, Shen Lang suddenly understood.

He had always felt that the quality of the books in this world was surprisingly good, and now that he thinks about it, it must have been a problem with the paper. After all, according to the cognition of this talented world, things like books are related to the way of heaven, and the attitude towards books is very rigorous, and even respectful. Even when the Bailing Book Club was held, the private printing dealers who sold small yellow books at the venue used the best book paper.

"Reduce the quality of the paper, and in terms of printing, can you think of a way, let's do it ourselves."

"Printing?"

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head and said, "The book is not a court decree, how can it be printed." Without the writer to put pen to paper, there is no spirituality in the text, and such a book is worthless. And if the quality of the paper drops and it is damaged after a few years, how can it be done? ”

Hearing this, Shen Lang had a feeling that he had "solved the case".

He laughed and said, "We do news, and we don't expect others to use it as heirlooms, so why do we have to use good quality paper?" Moreover, the news is about current affairs, not Confucian and Taoist articles, which can be discarded tomorrow after reading it today, and there is no need to store it. As for what spirituality to talk about, the news is just a pleasure, and spirituality is useless. Listen to me, reduce the quality of the paper, mass produce with printing. ”

Zhang Yu was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, and his mind couldn't turn around.

Shen Lang didn't speak, sipped tea and let him think slowly.

He also understood that Zhang Yu couldn't be blamed for this kind of thing, after all, what he said could be regarded as subverting his cognition. What he took for granted in his cognition was completely different for Zhang Yu.

Just like in the previous life, if someone told him, copying books could soar in the daytime, and he could spit out the spittle on that person's face.

"That ......"

Zhang Yu thought about it for a long time, and always felt that Shen Lang's words seemed to make some sense, but it didn't seem to make so much sense.

"Don't do that, listen to me. For paper, you go to someone, the printing workshop ......"

Shen Lang pondered for a while, it seems that he really hasn't heard of such a thing as letterpress printing in this world, but if you really want to make a newspaper, letterpress printing is indispensable.

"Leave the printing workshop alone, I'll take a look at it first."

The two discussed specific matters such as time in detail, and Zhang Yu left the post station.

Shen Lang did not delay, and went straight to Guozijian after going out.

Dongyun Kingdom actually doesn't have much restrictions on book publishing, as long as it doesn't involve rebellion or anything like that, even if it's a small yellow book, it can be published. It's just that ordinary readers don't bother to write about those things, and most of the ones circulating in the market are written by some unambitious readers.

Shen Lang went to Guozijian mainly to prepare individual cases and did everything without blame.

Others don't know, but he knows best, what kind of power newspapers have, it is not an exaggeration to say, this is the nuclear weapon of feudal society.

Guozijian usually does not allow ordinary people to enter, but Shen Lang is also famous for his talents, and the word Shen Lang itself also has a lot of privileges.

After reporting his name, soon an official from the Guozijian came out, and when they met, they hugged their fists at Shen Lang with a smile on their faces and said congratulations.

Shen Lang was surprised, and after careful questioning, he learned that the matter of his apprenticeship with the white-clothed half-saint Zhang Tingwan had spread in the court.

Just groaning slightly, Shen Lang understood where this thing came from.

He Shen Lang is sensitive at this stage, he now lives in the post station, and it is also a place where people come and go, although others will not keep an eye on him, but some people will be arranged to watch in secret.

And when Zuo Yuan went, there was no cover-up.

Although the Temple of Literature is not allowed to interfere in the internal affairs of the human race, Zuo Yuan is also a gentleman of the Temple of Literature, and it is impossible to say that the court does not care at all.

Put the two together, and there is more room for association.

Moreover, Shen Lang apprenticed to Zhang Tingwan, this was to eliminate some potential safety hazards, even if no one was watching, I am afraid that Zuo Yuan would find an opportunity to spread the word.

It is not surprising that everyone in the court knows about this.

In the past two days, no one has come to visit Daohe, and I'm afraid they are still watching the direction of the wind.

Explain the intention, the officials of this country have nothing to shirk, but they just looked at Shen Lang a little strangely, probably because they said that they would publish the book, and what did they do with these documents?

However, Shen Lang just smiled and kept silent, prepared all the documents properly, and then left.

When he returned to the post station, he called Wan Hailiang over, and then gave him a difficult task to visit the Qinglou.

Wan Hailiang was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Public prostitution ......" He wiped a handful of saliva, "No, this is for me to inquire about the news?" ”

Shen Lang nodded slightly, and said: "I want lace news from all the officials in the court, remember that it is lace news, the more the better, but don't involve anything in the court battle." ”

"Lace news?" Wan Hailiang pondered for a moment, "Is it like the kind of night in someone's cave room, almost a poem into Mingzhou......"

"Get out!"

Shen Lang's face was a little dark, but fortunately, what he wrote at that time was only a work of Dafu, this is really going to be a poem in Mingzhou, I am afraid that it is not to slaughter the entire Qingyun Mansion City.

After sending Wan Hailiang away, Shen Lang began to make letterpress printing.

This thing is also very simple to say, it doesn't take much work, with Shen Lang's current physical fitness, it is still no problem to do a simple carpentry, it only took half an hour to make a rough idea.

After that, it was the lettering, and Shen Lang called all the people in the courtyard next door over and began to carve according to his instructions.

This is mainly to make a template, and when the time comes, you will really need to use it, and you have to find a professional carpenter to get it.

Lettering was originally a fine job, but Shen Lang's requirements were not high, and he only made a rough idea to see the effect.

It took a total of an hour for the first jelly type printing plate of the Otherworldly Edition to come out.

A few poems written before were printed, although the handwriting was a little unclear, but Shen Lang was very satisfied.

When I returned to the study, I immediately wrote down the production process carefully.

After ordering someone to send it to Zhang Yu, he stretched, the work was completed, and he continued to fight!

The talent was injected into the jade, and he handed over the "ticket" and entered the mist battle array.

Just like yesterday, it was sweeping all the way, and as he became more and more proficient in the style of play of this misty battle array, it was already difficult for anyone to sustain three or five rounds in front of him.

In the evening, I looked at the score, and it turned out to be 240 points.

Shen Lang looked at his eyebrows and smiled, according to this progress, I am afraid it will not be long before he can make up enough points to redeem points.

After three days in a row, Shen Lang's progress in sweeping points became faster and faster day by day, and on the last day, he directly broke through 1000 points.

He naturally didn't know that on a small island in the misty battle array, several Wen Palaces, Scarlet World, Senluo Palace, and Flying Swords were quietly floating around the island.

There are more than ten people on the island, including Confucian, martial, ghost, and Taoist monks, all with solemn faces.

"So, you don't know who that Confucian cultivator is?" A woman in a power suit asked with a frown.

Standing opposite her was a man in a white Confucian shirt, who smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, but I can be sure that it is not from Lin'an Mansion." ”

"This person is extremely hateful, my little junior sister first entered the mist battle array, and met this person in the first battle, he didn't pity the fragrance and cherished the jade, and he ...... Still...... Hum! Now my little sister is crying and refusing to enter the foggy battlefield again, if I don't teach this person a hard lesson, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart! A man in a goose robe said with an angry face.

"Since this is the case, then everyone has made up their minds, and the people around them who have a low cultivation level should not enter the mist battle formation recently. From this day on, twelve of you and I will take turns to enter the battle array and wait. It would be best if he could find out his identity, and if not, he would have to clear his points as soon as possible, so that he would not be allowed to enter the Misty Battle Array again for a short time. ”

"I am willing to listen to Brother Yunshan's orders!"