Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 1027 - Printing_1
Chapter 1027: Chapter 1027 Printing_1
Chapter 1027 -1027 Printing_1
The night arrived quickly, and Emperor Yongan, along with Yao Xian, rode off in a phoenix-shaped carriage to stroll around the night market. Yang Wenxiao sat alone in Da’an Palace, a lantern made by Yang Hao and Yang Zheng – father and son – placed beside him. He silently flipped through the stack of manuscripts handwritten by Tong Sanlang.
This story was not solely about his romance with Liuli, but also entangled with brotherly affection, the greater good of the nation, and many lively and interesting characters that made it worth reading over and over again.
Manor.
Upon receiving Yang Wenxiao’s reply, Tong Sanlang felt a bit nervous. If his casual creation involving the then Supreme Emperor angered Yang Wenxiao in any way, he would be in for suffering.
But when he unfolded the letter and saw its content clearly, he couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
The content was straightforward: not only was the novel approved for circulation at Jimei Ju, but there were also plans to have it printed and sold throughout Daqi.
In addition, there was a note commenting on his weak and feeble handwriting, indicating that his health had not yet recovered, hence a generous reward of tonics was granted, encouraging him to eat them with gusto.
“Eat, eat with all your might,” Qiao Xiaomai looked at the letter by his side and nodded vigorously.
Two months of care and yet still in this state; if he didn’t get better soon, she would truly have to seek out Deng Chun for a drop of Divine Liquid.
“Eat!” Tong Sanlang pursed his lips, and the word squeezed through his teeth.
“Looking at Yang Wenxiao’s attitude, your novel must be quite exceptional to be compiled into a book and sold throughout Daqi,” Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but praise him.
“Of course, it’s not just that the writing is good; what’s more important is that it touched a soft spot in his heart,” Tong Sanlang said, thinking of the decades of oppression his grandfather endured, and with pursed lips added, “A woman like Liuli, he liked her, so he arranged for her to be with him.”
“We must never let him find out the truth, or we’d both be unable to escape a deadly fate,” Qiao Xiaomai clucked her tongue twice.
“Naturally,” Tong Sanlang exhaled and then said, “Find a bookstore for printing. The Supreme Emperor assigned this task to us; he clearly wants us to make money from it.”
“Printing?” Qiao Xiaomai let out a sound of surprise, “Does printing here mean carving out the characters and then printing them sheet by sheet?”
“It should be.”
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but slap her thigh, “Forget about soap for now, work on developing movable type printing!”
“This thing is more useful than soap.”
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“Hm?” A look of perplexity appeared on Tong Sanlang’s face, “Explain it to me in detail.”
“Isn’t the current printing process about finding a block of wood and carving the text onto it, character by character?” Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes gleamed like peach blossoms, her small face full of excitement.
“It seems so…” Tong Sanlang wasn’t entirely sure either.
This was not like modern times, where one could simply search the internet for something they wished to create.
Here, when someone had a recipe or technique, they would guard it tighter than a secret, hoping to pass it down as a family heirloom for generations, fearing that someone else might learn it.
The technologies of papermaking and printing were both controlled by a few aristocratic families, and even the Yang Family had no part in them.
If the Yang Family was excluded from these secrets, let alone him.
Thus, at this moment, if you were to ask him about papermaking or printing, he truly wouldn’t know…
“I’m pretty sure it’s just like that,” Qiao Xiaomai nodded firmly.
“Let’s go to the bookstore tomorrow and ask,” Tong Sanlang suggested.
Even if he were to study movable type printing, he would have to go through the motions at the bookstore first. Only when faced with obstacles would ideas for change arise.
To simply present a solution out of thin air would be far too suspicious.
“Agreed!” Qiao Xiaomai nodded her head.
[The ancient times were truly full of gold!]
