MTL - My Brother is a Big Shot-Chapter 91 champion brother 7

"How's it going? Did they take it?"

As soon as Yan Qing and Song Chi came back, Miao Guihua hurriedly greeted them and asked.

"Come on, seven hundred yuan. The boss also praised Yanqing's neat writing, consistent size, and even ink, and said that the books he copied in the future can be sold to him! Well, this is the money for four books, you Keep it."

Miao Guihua took it in surprise, and she counted it several times. It's even more careful than the 262 I got from selling ginseng.

"This is really a good way to make a fortune! After removing the paper and ink, there is also a profit of two taels of silver! No wonder people say that the book has its own golden house. I don't think this is a golden house, it is clearly the one who laid the golden eggs Golden rooster! Four copies were printed in one day, and this is still hand-made by us. If it is fast, it is estimated that ten or so copies are possible! By the way, you didn't tell anyone that we printed it?"

"I'm not stupid. With such a good chance to make a fortune, can I tell others?"

"It's fine if you don't say anything. Let's print more. After earning the money from Yan Qing's studies, earn more money to buy a house and save some money for Yan Qing to marry a daughter-in-law..." Miao Guihua fantasized about a better life in the future , I couldn't help but get excited, and I can't wait to continue printing books now.

Yan Qing interrupted her fantasies, "Father, mother, don't get too excited, let me analyze it for you first. This book is called Qianziwen, and it is a textbook for students' enlightenment. Our Qingshan County is not a big one. There are not too many people who need this kind of books. And books can’t be stored for too long, and they are easy to get damp, moldy, and moths, so I think if you sell more than 180 copies, you will be full, and the bookstore may not accept them.”

"Then what should we do?" Song Chi asked quickly. Although 180 copies are quite a lot, they can make a lot of money by selling them. But getting a golden egg is the same as getting a hen that lays golden eggs?

"So, Dad, you can engrave another set of four books and five classics. These books are in greater demand."

Song Chi: "…"

After talking for a long time, I wanted him to work.

"...Okay, what's this job? You can earn thousands of taels of hard work for half a month. Where can you find such a good deal!"

With silver in front of him tempting, Song Chi readily agreed.

Then he began a long career in sculpting. After the "University" was engraved with "The Doctrine of the Mean", and "The Doctrine of the Mean" was finished and the "Analects of Confucius" was engraved, and before the "Analects of Confucius" was finished, the energy that Song Chi was supporting was relaxed.

"It's too tired, when is this a head!" He complained while carving, and the hand made a heavy movement, and the carving was broken again.

So the whole version has to be redone.

Song Chi is a pity he can't, "It's wasted again, this half of the moment is good, or I will keep this half and use half of the template to carve the other side?"

Yan Qing nodded, "If the two templates are put together tightly, it should be fine."

So Song Chi took half of the wood and carved the other half. After the carving, he put the two and a half templates together, and the print was no different from the full page.

This discovery made Song Chi happy, "This will save a lot of trouble! You don't need to carve a single word to destroy a template."

Then when he was engraving, he realized that something was wrong again, "What do you mean by these two words? I have engraved it several times. Why is it everywhere!"

Yan Shu put her little head close to look at it, and said, "I know, I know these two words, it's Confucius. That's what Confucius said!"

"Oh, my daughter is so smart, I know it all! If the girl can take the top spot, my father will definitely send you to study!" Song Chi was very rare.

Yan Shu tilted her head and asked, "Why can't a girl be the champion? I want to be the same as my brother."

"Hahaha, my daughter is just ambitious, well, let's take the top spot too!" Song Chile couldn't do it.

After the music, he asked Yan Qing again, "Yan Qing, do you think this will work? Dad will make you some small wooden blocks of this size. Carve these words on each small wooden block separately, not on the same template. Then, if you need any words in a sheet, you can pick out the words and arrange them, which is convenient and saves wasting so many templates." More importantly, you don't need to engrave so much!

Yan Qing secretly said that what modern people say is true: laziness is the first driving force to promote the development of science and technology.

Because his father wanted to be lazy, in just a few months, he directly advanced the printing technique from the period of block printing to the period of movable type printing!

Yan Qing pretended to be blank and asked, "Is this okay?"

Song Chi was intrigued, and eagerly said, "Don't you know if you try?"

This test really works, but there are still some small details that need to be improved.

Song Chi couldn't be happier, he felt comfortable all over. When he carved all the characters, he wouldn't need to work so hard in the future!

Shanghe Village, Song family.

At dinner time, Song Li started to distribute food as usual.

The working man has a large bowl of multi-grain porridge and a wild vegetable nest. The woman and the half-eldest son are a small bowl of multi-grain porridge, accompanied by a slightly smaller wowatou.

Song Yanchang, the eldest grandson of the big house, was extra generous, "Yanchang, you eat more, reading takes your brains, and it's hard work, so you can't go hungry."

The old lady said kindly.

Song Yanchang, a fourteen-year-old boy in a long gown, already had the bookish air of a scholar in his gestures. Compared with the rest of the Song family, his temperament is extremely outstanding, and he stands out from the crowd.

"Thank you milk."

"Thank you for being so polite with the milk."

Then there is the meal for the girls at home, half a bowl of porridge for each person, and half a bowl of porridge, and the porridge is the thinnest part.

Da Ya and several people have become accustomed to it. After taking the rice bowl, they eat silently.

When it was Fubao's turn, the old lady's hand paused for a while, and then she fished some thick soup for her, and also gave her a whole lot of wowotou.

"Fubao also eat more."

After Song Fubao said "thank you milk", he lowered his head to eat.

Although it seems that she is treated much better than the other sisters, she knows that her status in the old lady's mind is no longer what it used to be.

Because the old lady used to be the first to serve her, and her food was always a unique one. When others eat wild vegetables, she can eat pancakes made of white flour. Occasionally, there is an egg in her porridge.

Having enjoyed that kind of special treatment, now that it has become like this, Song Fubao has a gap in his heart.

As for the reason, she actually knew that it was because her luck was gone.

She hadn't brought anything home for more than half a year. It seems that since she moved from the four-bedroom family, she has never had an adventure again.

The pheasant and rabbit who lined up in front of her were gone, and the ginseng and gold that could be picked up by wrestling were gone.

Despite her previous achievements, the family still had expectations for her luck, and they did not change their attitude towards her all at once. But Fubao knew that her luck was really gone.

Because she used to be able to faintly perceive that kind of feeling of fortune favoring, that kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling that is inexplicable, but it does exist.

But suddenly one day, this feeling of her disappeared and never appeared again.

She didn't know what was going on, she just felt panicked, and she always felt that something important had left her.

But she couldn't tell anyone.

She knew that once she said she had no luck, the family's attitude would change immediately.

Her special treatment would be gone, she would be one of the unwelcome girls in the family, working with them and eating the smallest meals...

This kind of life is completely unimaginable for her.

"Fubao, when will you bring some meat and fishy food to our family? I haven't eaten any oil or water recently, and my children have not enough to eat."

Afraid of what to do, the Chen shi opposite, holding her three-month-old son, asked her with a smile on her face.

Fu Bao was disgusted in his heart, but he still looked at her blankly, with a naive tone, "Second aunt, do you want to eat meat? You can buy it with money. Isn't there a meat seller in the county?"

"Hey, I mean, the ones that don't cost money. Didn't Fubao often bring back pheasants and rabbits? Why aren't there anymore?" Chen shi simply asked clearly.

She was old when she gave birth, and because of her poor food, there was not enough milk for the baby, so it was the time when she needed meat. But who knows that Fubao has never brought it back once in the past six months!