I open a restaurant in Daqin

Chapter 51 Books
While speaking, Lu Buwei raised his head and looked in the direction of the back kitchen not far away.

There, Qin Da and the others looked at him coldly with their arms folded, with unhappy expressions on their faces.

There are only three members of Lao Gan's family, who are sitting by the side helplessly at the moment.

They didn't know what kind of enmity Qin Da and the others had with that guest, and the back kitchen was just thinking about it while cooking, and when they came out, they looked even more indifferent, as if others owed them a lot of money.

Seeing Lu Buwei's eyes turn, Qin Yong also looked over, saw Qin Da and the others, frowned slightly, and shouted: "What are you doing standing here, are you done with the backyard?"

"Have you finished the book you were asked to sew last night?"

While speaking, Qin Yong had an angry look on his face.

These people simply have no discernment.

It's good for them to entertain guests here, they are all watching behind like the big boss.

You said it's fine if you look at it, and you still look like you are suffering and hating.

Dare to look down on yourself making money!

Qin Da and the others stepped forward one after another when they heard the words, each took out a sewn handbook from their pockets, put it in front of Qin Yong, and said, "Sir, this is the book you want. manufacture complete!"

Qin Yong was taken aback, and looked down.

I saw more than a dozen booklets neatly placed together.

There is no such thing as books in this era, and Qin Yong hasn't even produced any books yet, so naturally he can't produce any books.

The book in front of me didn't have any words on it, it was just sewn from sheets of rice paper and then cut to size.

It is not so much a book as a notebook.

These were made for later use by Qin Yong to transcribe Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals with his own hands.

"Is there nothing else to do when the books are finished?"

"Look at the fire in the backyard at any time, don't burn the pot dry!"

Qin Yong felt helpless, he had done everything he had to do, he seemed to have no reason to say anything, but he still found an excuse and dismissed a few people angrily.

After waiting for a few people to leave, Qin Yong turned his head again, but saw Lu Buwei looking at the book in front of him curiously.

"What is this, what is it for, why has the old man never seen it before?"

Seeing Qin Yong looking over, Lu Buwei immediately asked curiously.

Qin Yong grinned, picked up a copy, handed it to Lu Buwei, and said with a smile: "This is a book, which has never been found in the world, but these days, by chance, I found rice paper and made it!"

Lu Buwei reached out to take it, and flipped it gently, one after another, which was very novel.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Lu Buwei asked again.

This thing feels good to the touch, and it's also very novel, but if it's not useful at all, it's just a decoration, leaving a waste of space!

"Since it's called a book, of course it's used for recording!"

Qin Yong laughed.

"Record?"

Lu Buwei was taken aback.

"Yes, record!"

Qin Yong nodded, and as he spoke, he waved his hand and shouted, "Wu Ya, the inkstone is waiting for you!"

Not far away, Wu Ya heard the words, and hurriedly responded, bringing inkstones and brushes.

Then, Wu Ya grinds it herself. After finishing the work, Qin Yong picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, spread out the blank book, pondered for a moment, and wrote the opening content of Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals.

A line of characters is written in a slightly compact manner, but the strokes are vigorous and the handwriting is generous, which makes people's eyes shine.

The content of a mere page, but only a few dozen words, Qin Yong put down the brush in his hand, blew on it gently, and handed it to Lu Buwei until the ink was dry, and said with a smile: "Look, that's how it's recorded!"

Lu Buwei hastily reached out to take it. Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals is a big book written by him himself. He has memorized all the contents in it backwards. Naturally, it can be seen at a glance that what is written on it is the opening chapter of Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals.

This is not what surprised him. What surprised him was that there were dozens of words written on this mere page.

How thick is this booklet?How many are there?
He made a rough estimate, and there are no less than 300 sheets. If each page contains [-] words, [-] sheets, and [-] pages, wouldn't it be possible for such a booklet to contain almost [-] words?
Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals has a total of more than 20 characters, which can be recorded in almost ten books.

As for the ten booklets, at first glance, they don't need a single package, and they can all be packed and taken away.

Compared with the bamboo slips that can only be held in a dozen boxes, this is simply a handful of soil under the mountain, so it is extremely convenient to take away.

Especially when I saw the big black characters written on the white rice paper pages, the black and white corresponded, it was really eye-catching.

It seems that this is the natural text carrier, it is so perfect and fits so well.

"Okay... I never thought there would be such a good thing in this world!"

"Shopkeeper, if you have such a good thing, why don't you release it? If this thing is in this world, everyone in the world will love it and love it!"

Lu Buwei was holding the book, perhaps because of excitement, even his hands trembled.

It is unimaginable how much a person who is obsessed with a peerless book loves such a fine text carrier.

It's like a swordsman, facing a peerless sword, it's hard to resist.

Seeing Lu Buwei's appearance like this, Qin Yong's heart moved, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

"Friends!"

He worked hard to make paper and sold it loudly, but no one cared about it.Although he is very calm, it is completely impossible to say that he is not at all lost in his heart.

It's as if one's own hard work is being disdained by others.

Now, someone finally discovered this kind of magical effect, and that sense of recognition moved Qin Yong inexplicably.

"Hey, it seems that the old man is also a person who loves books. I am dissatisfied with the old man, saying that such a vehicle, how can I hide my secrets?"

"Since I figured it out, it has been placed in the restaurant, and even sold it loudly in front of the gate, and finally gave it away for free. It's a pity that no one cares about it. The rice paper in the warehouse is piled up like a mountain. I am very helpless!"

Qin Yong sighed. Speaking of this, he also has a stomach full of bitterness.

"Xuan paper?"

Lu Buwei's heart moved. Here today, he has learned a lot of terms, which he has never heard of before, so he can't help but look curious.

"It's the material that makes this booklet!"

"There are sheets on the top, which are called paper below. They are used for writing, also known as rice paper. The difference is that the rice paper is spread out one by one and sewn together, which naturally becomes the book. !"

Seeing this, Qin Yong hurriedly explained.

Lu Buwei understood.

Then he couldn't help being angry, he slapped his hands on the table, and said angrily: "It's unreasonable, such a perfect vehicle, no one cares about it on Xuefu Street. Could it be that the people on Xuefu Street are all mediocre? Can't you even see the magical effect of the vehicle?"

(End of this chapter)