"Selling ink.
Ink costs one penny and half a liter."
"Hemp paper and goose feathers" On this day, another vendor came to Xipo Village carrying things like ink and goose feathers to sell.
Ultra-fast and stable novel update, this article is written by. . starter The accent in the early Tang Dynasty was much softer than the round-toned pronunciation in the 21st century.
The hawker's cries also sounded somewhat ancient to Luo Yong's ears.
The four mothers and five young men in the yard didn't care what was going on.
Listening to the hawking business, a few children led the big dogs and donkeys and ran towards the place where the hawking sound came from.
Under the shade of a tree in front of the Xu family guest house, the ink vendor was already surrounded by people.
Not all of those who came to Luoyong to learn arithmetic were noble men, but there were also many who came from ordinary families and whose economic conditions were not very well-off, just like some of the officials in Lishi County before.
For these people, It seems wasteful to use the best ink sticks to grind the ink that can be stored in ink bottles and used for gooseberry pens.
These ink vendors usually buy some broken or leftover ink sticks from some scholars in the county, grind them into ink at home, put them in clay pots, and use a load to pick them out and sell them.
There is also a lot of profit.
There are many people using feather bamboo pens here in Xipo Village, and the ink is consumed relatively quickly, so these vendors can always sell some of the ink they choose every time they come here.
Holding a clay pot, Siniang squeezed past several gentlemen who were picking goose feathers, came to the front of the stall, and asked, "Is it cheaper if you buy more?"
"Luo Si, what are you buying so much ink for, but you're just using it for tea," joked those mean-mouthed young men from Chang'an.
Si Niang ignored them and just looked up at the vendor selling ink.
The vendor thought for a while and answered her: "If you can buy five cents, I will give you three liters."
"Okay."
Siniang grinned and happily handed him the clay pot she was holding.
"Si Niang, why did you buy so much ink?"
Some older people present asked her.
"I'm useful."
Siniang took out five cents from her dusty little purse and stood aside, eagerly watching the vendor fill small tubes with ink into her clay pot.
"Buy so much, be careful not to use it up before you use it up."
Some people whose families were not well off felt sorry for her about the money.
Five cents was almost enough to buy a bushel of corn.
"I can't do it."
Siniang smiled at them and didn't say much.
After buying the ink, the children of the Luo family didn't stay here any longer.
They took the donkeys, donkeys and dogs with them and went home hula-la-ha.
"What has Luo Si been doing these days?
Why don't we see her running outside?"
Those Chang'an teenagers were a little curious.
"Sometimes arithmetic classes don't come."
"Some time ago, I saw her studying with great enthusiasm, but now she can't do it anymore.
Alas, she is still a child after all."
"I think she was probably doing something at home, but I didn't see her even going to the sheep shed."
"That's true."
Who knows that the fourth lady of the Luo family is a business addict.
She used to be responsible for looking after the store at home.
Later, Luo Sanlang closed the grocery store at home and transferred several businesses he had to his disciples. , so Naluo Siniang spent the whole day watching others doing business in the sheep shed.
It's so interesting just to look at her.
What an addiction it must be.
She suddenly stopped going these past few days, which is indeed a bit strange.
Well, it's not surprising at all.
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A business addict like Siniang spends all day watching other people doing business and collecting money.
She can't bear it.
She feels like a cat scratching a cat. have to.
A few days ago, she told Luo Yong that he would build a shop for her next to the sheep shed, and she would also sell goods there.
Luo Yong said, OK, no problem, what do you want to sell?
This question really stumped Siniang.
All her business had been handed over to her brother's disciples.
Now they had their own shop over there.
It was a bit confusing no matter what they thought.
It's inappropriate.
Finally, Luo Yong gave her an idea and asked her to carve the Book of Songs again on a flat wooden board.
This time, instead of making a soap mold, she would brush it with ink and print it on the paper.
After the entire book is engraved, you can print as much as you want.
Just swipe the ink once and you can print a piece of paper.
How fast is that?
"There are so many prints, but there will be people who buy them."
After hearing Luo Yong's words, Si Niang and Wu Lang were a little excited, but they were still a little worried.
The total cost of paper, ink and so on was not too small.
What can you do if you can't sell it?
"You see, there are now feather bamboo pens, and hemp paper and ink are not expensive.
There must be more people who want to learn to read than before.
As long as the booklets you make are not too expensive, people will definitely buy them."
Luo Yong is right.
The two of them said.
Then the two of them were busy with this during this period.
They worked together to carve out the part of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, print out some pamphlets, and sell them in the shop over the sheep shed.
Luo Yong was not idle either.
When he had free time, he also brought a wooden board over and started carving along with him.
What he carved was not words, but some patterns of flowers and plants.
Because he had the skill of making peony cushions before, these flowers and plants were carved this time.
It should be relatively smooth.
Siniang Wulang and the others had just carved a few chapters.
Luo Yong carved out three patterns here.
After carving, he made some adjustments, then mixed some slightly lighter dyes, dipped them in ink with a wool brush, and painted them on I brushed the template once or twice, then took a piece of paper of suitable size and covered it with my hands.
I gently wiped the back of the paper.
After it was peeled off, there were some beautiful light-colored flower and grass patterns on the paper.
Si Niang and Wu Lang only focused on carving, while Luo Yong took the two younger ones at home to help them cut the paper and print the patterns in advance.
Today, an ink vendor came to the village, and the four ladies ran out and bought some ink.
They planned to use the engravings they had carved recently to print some pages to see the effect.
Printing is actually quite technical.
Too much ink will make it mushy, while too little ink will make it too light.
It took Siniang and the others several attempts before they finally got the hang of it.
After practicing several times with some leftover paper, I finally used the good paper Luo Yong had previously printed patterns on.
This paper was also specially bought by Luo Yong from the county.
I don’t know what was added to it.
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Anyway, just look at it.
It is better than ordinary hemp paper It is much more delicate and softer.
It is said that it comes from the Guannai Road on the other side of the Yellow River.
The price is more than twice as high as their local hemp paper.
Generally speaking, it is within the acceptance range of some wealthy local families in Lishi. , there are also many people buying it.
When the first page of the book was printed, the four ladies were amazed by the fruits of their labor.
The delicate off-white paper surface, the looming light green patterns, and the rich and moist ink words looked really beautiful.
In the following days, Si Niang and Wu Lang were working hard, thinking of making the first batch of booklets as soon as possible and selling them for money.
When Luo Yong was not busy, he helped them with printing at home.
The two younger ones at home could also help pass paper and sweep up sawdust.
Si Niang has learned well now and no longer finds fault.
She works like Liu Lang and Qiniang, here and there.
She even praised her so hard that the two children ran back and forth to help her.
Liulang and Qiniang are six years old this year and can talk and run.
It is said that this is the age that causes the most headaches for parents.
However, Luo Yong thinks that children of this age are quite good, understand human speech, and are very easy to coax.
The fourth mother most likely thinks so too.
As for Wulang, Wulang felt that his brothers and sisters were not kind people.
After working hard for a while, Siniang and the others finally finished the first batch of booklets on the Book of Songs.
The book cover is made of a piece of light cyan paper, with the words "Book of Songs" and "Guofeng Southern Zhou" printed on the front, a string of small plain flowers printed on the back, and two lines of small words at the bottom: North and South Grocery Publishing.
July of the tenth year of Zhenguan.
As for the place where books were sold, Luo Yong did not let Siniang and the others go to the sheep shed.
It was far away from the entrance of the village and there were many people there.
Luo Yong was not at ease, so he asked someone to set up a place next to the Xu family guest house.
It’s a small store, so the kids at home can read and sell books there.
Siniang and the others were a little dissatisfied with this.
Recently, the sheep house has been very lively and crowded.
Many vendors would not come to the village after buying what they need from the sheep house.
As a result, as soon as their booklet was launched in this store, it achieved a sensational effect.
It was sold out on the same day, and there was not a single copy left.
The most important customer group is the scholars who live in the Xu family guest house, and they all buy them as gifts for the female relatives at home.
At this time, there is no saying that it is a virtue for a woman to have no talent.
Most men think that if their female relatives can learn, Some of the words are also very good.
Moreover, although the materials used in the booklet made by Luo Siniang and others are not the best, the workmanship is considered exquisite, and the price is not high.
I can just buy a few copies and give them to the girls at home.
It's also good to put as a decoration in the boudoir.
After the first batch of albums were sold out, they naturally had to print more copies as soon as possible, but Siniang and Wulang wanted to engrave the next album as soon as possible.
They were so busy all day long that they wished they could have three heads and six arms.
"Luo Si, it turns out that you can also memorize the Book of Songs."
On this day, Bai Yimao and the others finally finished their homework for the day.
With nothing to do, they ran to the small shop next door to see Siniang and the others.
Print books.
"I'm getting acquainted with them for the first time."
Siniang didn't want to talk to these people.
She just wandered around here and there all day long.
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"I can't tell."
These guys were at a loss for words.
"Humph" is clearly saying that she seems to be uneducated.
"But your handwriting is really not very good."
The Chang'an boys said again. "" Siniang fell silent.
She was busy.
These guys were going to cause trouble here again.
"That's the board you used to carve on."
These people really know each other well.
"Let me carve one for you to see."
Bai Yimao said and took a piece of wood and started carving it.
"I'll carve one too, where are you carving?"
"After Zhou Nan is carved, it should naturally be Zhao Nan."
"There is no more carving knife."
"Okay, let's get it ourselves."
Siniang originally wanted to tell them not to touch each other, but her mind suddenly turned to Liu Lang and Qiniang.
So she remained silent and just continued to do her own thing.
When they finished carving, she smiled at a few people for the first time, nodded and praised: "I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, and the characters I carved are really better." some."
"Of course the carvings are better than yours."
The middle school boys were all very proud.
Isn't this Luo Siniang very powerful?
How about you, please give in this time.
"Well, you are indeed better at carving than me."
Siniang obeyed.
"Don't be discouraged.
As long as you practice diligently, your handwriting will soon look better."
This feeling of pride is beyond words.
"Will you come over tomorrow?"
Siniang asked them.
"Come here when you have free time."
He said it as if they would never have free time any day.
The next day, without any suspense, these people came again.
On the third day, they came again.
On the fourth day, they came again.
Uncle Bai felt a little strange.
What were these boys going to the shop next door all day long?
As the old saying goes, men and women do not sit at the same table when they are seven years old.
This taboo should be avoided between men and women.
Don't ruin other people's young ladies. reputation.
As a result, when he ran to the shop next door, he saw that his eldest nephew, who could almost catch up with him when he stood up, was being coaxed by a teenage girl to sweat profusely and carve words there. . .
"Wow, you can carve so fast."
"What does this mean?
I can be faster."
"This edition is better engraved than yesterday's."
"I didn't perform well yesterday."
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