In the cold wind, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Looking at the dazzling array of books on the shop of Shidetang, Ning Jue suddenly seemed to think of something.

"Shopkeeper, all the books you sell in this shop are shipped from Jinling?"

Hearing Ning Jue's words, the shopkeeper smiled again, pulled out a stool and sat in front of Ning Jue and poured a bowl of tea.

"At first glance, you are a nobleman, just a few books, there is a lot of money going back and forth from the south to the north, these are my family's bookstores in the suburbs of the city, there are more than 30 craftsmen and masters, Jiangnan is prosperous, I dare not say, but in this Jiangbei, I definitely can't pick a better bookstore than my Shidetang printing plate."

In fact, as early as the end of the Tang Dynasty, the printing technology has been mature, but the technology of papermaking, is the end of the Yuan Dynasty after the end of the Central Plains melee to improve, to the Jiajing Dynasty, the south of the Yangtze River 45 Wen money can buy two knife paper, converted into the area of A4 paper, in fact, has been almost the same as the later generations of rice paper.

Of course, this does not mean that the OEM production technology has reached a level similar to that of later generations, and there are also factors such as low market demand.

Ning Jue drank tea, but his eyes fell on the Shu Jishi in front of him.

"Well, if I print a manuscript, about 5,000 copies, how long will it take to deliver?"

The shopkeeper frowned.

Ning Jue looked like this, he was an official of the DPRK and China, and he had taken this kind of trading shop many times.

After all, since Hongzhi, the workshops used by the palace have basically become useless, and they can only rely on folk workshops.

"It depends on how many words you want to print, how many pages this manuscript has, if you are in a hurry, the small ones dare not delay the important affairs of the nobles."

"One page each, about two hundred words."

Ning Jue spoke, and the store guessed what Ning Jue wanted to print.

"Nobleman, I don't know if I should ask or not, is he loyal to this manuscript you printed, ......?"

Ning Jue's expression did not change in the slightest, but instead stared at the shopkeeper firmly

"Nature's loyalty! And it's loyalty, loyalty, and righteousness! I can write it to the store now! ”

The shopkeeper and Ning Jue didn't notice that the scholar who had just used his elbow as a pillow had gradually recovered a little bit of his senses.

Ning Jue raised his pen with a stroke of his pen, and after a while, he wrote an article freely, after all, his predecessor was also a second-class jinshi, and Ning Jue still had this muscle memory.

In fact, when Ning Jue was about to finish writing, the store regretted it.

Why did he talk to Ning Jue with a debt.

In this article, loyalty is loyalty, and righteousness is righteousness, but loyalty to my understanding doesn't seem to be the same thing!

"Guest, you ...... It's a joke, the small shop can't afford to toss! ”

"Huh? But the store doesn't feel loyal enough? ”

The shopkeeper couldn't laugh and cry and told him again and again.

"Loyal enough, this is too loyal, it's all a small mistake, the little one shouldn't have opened the door tonight!"

"And in the future, if the court is to blame, you will leave, and the small shop will not be able to run the temple."

It's the death of the queen again, it's the Marquis of Anping, and it's the prince's.

The person mentioned on Ning Jue's piece of paper, the smallest of grades is Lu Bing, the Governor of Jinyi Guard.

Let's just say that there is a real murderer behind this scene, people are not even afraid of the Son of Heaven, and cleaning up a small bookstore is not a matter of being caught? !

Ning Jue looked at the shopkeeper and shook his head and said.

"I'm not kidding, no one will find out who printed this manuscript."

"No, do you believe it yourself? Jingshi popped up such a stack of papers out of thin air, can the Son of Heaven not check it? ”

"Because when you finished printing, I already took this manuscript and gave advice outside the Chengtian Gate, and everyone in the world will know that I printed this manuscript, so why should the court check it again?"

Outside the Shide Hall, there was a dead silence, and the shopkeeper looked at Ning Jue in disbelief.

"What are you...... Want to die? ”

Ning Jue bowed slightly.

"Sort of, since you eat the people's fat, you can't sit back and watch the traitors and chaos in the dynasty."

The shopkeeper was silent for a long time.

He is a small common man who does not understand the twists and turns above the temple.

But the small people of the Ming Dynasty all knew that if the traitors were allowed to steal the power, the people of the world would suffer.

It is precisely because of this that people in the world will admire the ministers.

"Sir, I've taken this order! It's just that when you are outside the Chengtian Gate, and this manuscript is printed, who should you give it to? ”

Ning Jue looked at the store in front of him.

From the shopkeeper's eyes, Ning Jue could clearly feel a burst of enthusiasm, but Ning Jue's heart was mixed.

The people of the world, regardless of the sea, will always have a fist heart, which is the goodness in the bones of people as the primates of all things.

If you don't have this fist heart, the world will be in chaos, but if this fist heart is too strong, it will be used by others.

Therefore, it is bitter to advance and retreat, sad.

After a long sigh, Ning Jue's gaze gradually looked at the scholar who was using his elbow as a pillow.

"Brother Tai has slept enough?"

The scholar lying on the table was obviously stunned, and then laughed dumbly.

"That's enough, sir, do you have something to order?"

Ning Jue looked at the scholar and said with a smile: "Brother Tai is willing to help me with this?" ”

"After Brother Tai saw me at Chengtianmen, he sent children to distribute this manuscript late at night, not asking everyone to know about it, just asking for it to be dispersed."

"Mr. doesn't even know Xiao Ke's surname, aren't you afraid that I will go to Jinyiwei to report it?"

"Don't be afraid."

"Why?"

"Because I know that Brother Tai also wants to help me, this matter depends on Brother Tai, if Brother Tai is not willing to help me, this ingot of silver is just the tea money for the children to listen to books at that time."

After speaking, Ning Jue made a deep gesture towards the scholar and the shopkeeper.

Then he took out a silver ingot from his bosom and slapped it on the table.

Ning Jue is willing to gamble on the character of a drunk person who is willing to tell stories to children.

Not long after, Ning Jue was no longer there outside the Shide Hall.

The shopkeeper glanced at the scholar.

"Zhang Shuchang, ...... you?"

The scholar stroked his beautiful hair, looked at the direction of Ning Jue's home and smiled.

"Ask me what I do, this is the gentleman's remuneration for printing manuscripts."

"Small means, you still don't want to get involved in this matter, those babies also know the little ones, and the small ones will do it."

Obviously, the store didn't really want the scholar to be involved in this matter.

The scholar smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Shopkeeper, how did you take the children to avoid the patrol of the Terracotta Division? It's up to me to do this, don't worry, it won't be too much of a problem, it's just the icing on the cake for that gentleman. ”

The scholar knew that the reason why Ning Jue was able to include this matter in the plan so hastily.

If you want to die, someone will present it to the Son of Heaven.

It doesn't matter if it spreads or not, it's just another handful of firewood to the fire.

After a while, the scholar's alcohol gradually dissipated, and the lamp oil at the door of the Shidetang gradually burned.

The shopkeeper looked at the scholar who had made up his mind, and couldn't help but cry and laugh.

"You have a bright future, so why bother."

The shopkeeper knows that this matter may not affect the scholars now, but in another ten or twenty years, when the scholars become famous, and when these dolls grow up, whether this matter can be hidden, and whether it will become the handle of the scholars, no one can know.

The scholar looked at the bright market in front of him and smiled thoughtfully: "Being an official, I'm very afraid." ”

"Although I don't sell books, I also want everyone in the world to be able to read and write."