The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 1020 Printing
Soon at night, Emperor Yong'an and Yao Xian went to the night market in a phoenix-shaped carriage. Yang Wenxiao sat alone in the Da'an Palace, next to him was the lantern made for him by Yang Hao and Yang Zheng. A stack of manuscripts, silently flipping through them.

This story is not simply about the love between him and Liuli, it also involves brotherhood, the righteousness of the nation and the country, there are many vivid and interesting characters in it, it is worth reading again and again.

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After receiving Yang Wenxiao's reply, Tong Sanlang was a little nervous. If he casually fabricated the current Supreme Emperor, if Yang Wenxiao was angered by something, he would suffer.

After unfolding the letter and seeing the contents clearly, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

The content of the letter is very simple, not only agreeing to disseminate the novel in Jiweiju, but also planning to order it to be printed and sold in Daqi.

Finally, I mentioned that his handwriting is weak and weak, and he can tell that he is still not in good health when he looks at his body, so this time he was rewarded with a lot of supplements, so that he can eat vigorously.

"Eat, eat vigorously." Qiao Xiaomai looked at the letter from the side and nodded vigorously.

It's still like this after two months of raising it. If it gets worse, she really wants to ask Deng Chun for the drop of magic liquid.

"Eat!" Tong Sanlang pursed his lips and squeezed out the word from between his teeth.

"Looking at Yang Wenxiao's attitude, your novel is very well written, and you even want to compile it into a book and sell it all over the country." Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but praise him.

"Of course, not only the writing is good, but more importantly, it hit the itchy spot in his heart." Tong Sanlang said, thinking of his grandfather's miserable days in the past few decades, he pursed his lips and said, "He likes a woman like Liuli." , and arranged for him."

"Don't let him know the truth, otherwise we will all be killed." Qiao Xiaomai clicked his tongue twice.

"That's natural." Tong Sanlang breathed out, and said, "Let's find a bookstore to print, this job is assigned to us by the Supreme Emperor, obviously to make us money."

"Printing?" Qiao Mai let out a snort, "The printing here is to engrave the words and print them one by one?"

"should be."

Hearing this, Qiao Maimai couldn't help but patted her thigh, "Stop thinking about soap, think about movable type printing!"

"This thing is more useful than soap."

"Huh?" Tong Sanlang had a puzzled look on his face, "Tell me carefully."

"Should I first find a piece of wood and engrave the manuscript that needs to be printed word by word for the current printing?" Qiao Xiaomai's peach blossom eyes lit up, and her small face was full of excitement.

"That's right..." Tong Sanlang was not sure either.

This place is different from future generations, what future generations want to do, just search on the Internet.

The people here have some prescriptions, one by one is more tightly covered, and they want to pass it down as a family heirloom from generation to generation, lest others learn it.

For example, papermaking and printing, these two technologies are in the hands of those aristocratic families, not even the Yang family.

Even the Yang family can't get involved, let alone him.

So now I ask him how to make paper and how to print, he really doesn't know...

"I think it's likely to be like this." Qiao Xiaomai nodded deeply.

"Go to the bookstore tomorrow and ask." Tong Sanlang said.

Even if you want to study movable type printing, you have to go to the bookstore to make a show. Only when you encounter difficulties will you have the idea of ​​​​changing.

Taking out the prescription out of thin air like this is too suspicious.

"Success!" Qiao Mai nodded.

[The ancient times were really full of gold! 】

(End of this chapter)