"Selling ink...ink...a penny and a half liter..."

"Horny paper...goose feathers..."

On this day, another hawker took ink goose feathers and other things to Xipo Village to hawk.

The accent at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty was much softer and softer than the 21st century, which was the rumor of the word "rotten" in the 21st century. The hawker's hawking sound also sounded so well that Luo Yong also had a bit of ancient rhyme.

The Siniang and Wuro in the yard were all indifferent. Listening to the hawking business, a few children led the big dog and donkey and ran to the place where the hawking sound came.

Under the shade of a tree in front of the Xu family's guest house, the ink vendor was surrounded by people at this time.

Not all those who came to Luo to learn arithmetic here were geniuses. Many of them came from ordinary families. Their economic conditions were not very abundant. Just like some officials in Lishi County before, for them, it was also a waste to use the best ink strips to grind the ink that can be stored in an ink bottle and used for bamboo pens.

These ink vendors usually buy some broken or leftover ink strips from some scholars in the county, grind them into ink at home, put them in clay pots, and pick them out and sell them with a load, which is also a lot of profit.

There are many people using goose bamboo pens in Xipo Village, and the ink is consumed relatively quickly. So every time these vendors pick up ink and come here, they can always sell some more.

Si Niang held a clay pot and squeezed over from several men who were picking goose feathers, came to the front of the stall, and asked, "Is it cheaper to buy it?"

"Luo Si, why buy so much ink, but use it as tea?" The few slut-mouthed Chang'an boys said intrigue.

Si Niang ignored them and just looked up at the vendor selling ink. The vendor thought for a while and replied to her, "If you can buy five cents, I will have three liters with you."

"Okay." Si Niang grinned and happily handed him the clay pot she was holding.

"Si Niang, what are you buying this ink?" Some older people also asked her.

"I'm useful." Si Niang took out five cents from her gray little purse, stood aside, and stared at the vendor's small tubes and small tubes to fill her pot with ink.

"Buy so much, be careful not to use it all." Some people who are not well-off at this time feel sorry for her for the money. Five cents are almost enough to buy a bucket of corn.

"I can't do it." Si Niang smiled at them, not saying much.

After buying the ink, the children of the Luo family were not here for too long. They took the donkey, donkey, and dog, and went home again.

"What Luo Si has been doing these days, why didn't she run out?" The Chang'an teenagers were a little curious.

“Sometimes there is no math class.”

"I saw her learning very hard some time ago. Now I don't say I can't come, so I won't come. Oh, after all, I'm still a child."

"I think she is probably doing something at home, but she doesn't even go to the sheep house."

"That's true."

No one knew that the Luo family Si Niang was a business fan. She used to be responsible for checking the shop at home. Later, Luo Sanlang closed the grocery store at home and handed over the several transactions he had on hand to his disciples to do. So Luo Si Niang spent all day watching others do business at the sheep house.

Just looking at her, it was interesting. What an addiction that would be. I suddenly stopped going these days, which is indeed a bit strange.

It's actually not surprising that business fans like Si Niang watch others doing business all day long and paying money. She can't stand it. She can't feel like she's scratching a cat.

A few days ago, she told Luo Yong that she would ask Luo Yong to be on the sheep shed and to set up a shop for her, and she would also sell goods there.

Luo Yong said, OK, no problem, what do you want to sell?

This problem really made Si Niang stump. Her own business has been transferred to her brother's disciples. Now their entire shop has come out there again, so it is a bit inappropriate to think about it.

Finally, Luo Yong gave her an idea, asking her to carve the Book of Songs on the flat wooden board again, and this time she would not make a soap mold, but instead brushed it with ink and printed it on the paper.

When the whole book is engraved, you can print as much as you want. You can print a piece of paper by brushing the ink. That's how fast it is.

"So many prints, but will anyone buy them?" Si Niang and Wuro were a little excited when they heard Luo's words, but they were still a little worried. The cost of paper and ink was not too small. What if they couldn't sell it?

"You see, there are also bamboo pens now, and hemp paper and ink are not expensive. There must be more people who want to read words than before. As long as the booklets you made are not sold too expensive, someone will definitely buy them." Luo Yong said to the two of them.

Then they were all busy with this during this period. They worked together to carve out the part of "National Style: Southern Zhou", print out some booklets, and take them to the shop at the sheep house to sell and read.

Luo Yong was not idle either. When he had time, he also took a wooden board to carve it together. But what he carved was not the words, but some flower and paintings. Because he had the skills to make peony seat cushions before, these flowers and plants were carved smoothly this time.

Si Niang Wulang and the others had just carved a few articles, so Luo used this one to carve out three patterns. After carving it, it made a little processing and adjustment. Then he adjusted some slightly light-colored dyes, dipped them ink with a wool brush, brushed them one or two times on the stereotype, and then took a piece of paper of appropriate size and covered it with his hands. After it was peeled off, some beautiful light-colored flowers and straw patterns appeared on the paper.

Siniang and Wulang just kept their heads in engraving, and Luo Yong took the two young people at home to help them cut the paper in advance and print the patterns.

Today, a vendor selling ink came to the village. Si Niang and a few ran out to buy some ink, intending to use the woodblocks they had carved recently to print some pages to see the effect.

Printing is actually more technical. If there is too much ink, it will be pasted, and if there is less ink, it will be too light. Si Niang and the others have tried it several times before finally getting some tricks.

After practicing some broken paper several times, I officially used the good paper with the pattern printed before. This paper was also specially bought from the county town. I don’t know what was added there. Anyway, it looked much more delicate than ordinary hemp paper and softer. It is said that it came from Guannei Road on the other side of the Yellow River. The price is more than twice as high-quality hemp paper than their local hemp paper. Overall, it is within the acceptance range of some small wealthy families in Lishi, and there are also many people who bought it.

When the first page was printed, Si Niang and her other people were amazed by the fruits of her own labor. The delicate beige paper surface, the light green patterns faintly visible, and the rich and moist ink words made her look really beautiful!

In the days that followed, Si Niang and Wuro were all in full force, thinking about making the first batch of booklets early and selling them out early.

When Luo Yong was not busy, he would help them print at home. The two small ones at home could also help hand over paper and sweep the wood chips. Even if he didn't clean it, Luo Yong would endure it.

Si Niang has learned to be more serious now and is no longer picky. She just works like Liu Lang Qi Niang, and she is still praising her hard, making her two children run around and help her.

Liulang Qiniang, two of them are six years old this year. They can say that they can run away. It is said that they are the most troublesome age for parents. However, Luo Yong thinks that children of this age are pretty good, understand people's words, and are very easy to coax. Siniang probably thinks that the same thing.

As for Goro, Goro thinks that his brothers and sisters are not kind people.

After a while of busyness, Si Niang and her first booklets of the Book of Songs were finally made.

The book cover is made of a light blue paper with the words "Book of Songs" and "National Style·Nanzhou Zhou" printed on the front, a string of plain flowers printed on the back, and two lines of small characters underneath:

North and South groceries Publishing.

July of the tenth year of Zhenguan.

As for the place where books were sold, Luo Yong did not ask Si Niang and the others to go to the sheep house. It was far away from the entrance of the village and there were many people. Luo Yong was not very relieved, so he asked someone to set up a small shop next to the Xu family's house, so that the children at home would read and sell books there without any trouble.

Si Niang and the others were originally a little dissatisfied with this. Recently, the sheep house has become lively and there are many people. Many vendors will not come to the village after they can buy what they need from the sheep house.

As a result, when their booklet was released in this store, it actually achieved a sensational effect. It was bought on the same day, and there was no one left.

The main customer base is those scholars living in the Xujiakeshe. They bought them back and gave them to the female family at home. At this time, there is no saying that women are virtuous without talent. Most men think that it is good if their female family can learn some words.

Moreover, although the materials used by Luo Siniang and the others are not good at making the booklet, the workmanship is considered exquisite and the price is not high. I just bought a few books and gave them a portion to the girls at home, and even if they were placed in the boudoir as a decoration.

When the first batch of booklets were sold out, they naturally had to be printed as soon as possible, but Si Niang and Goro wanted to carve the next booklet as soon as possible. The two of them were so busy that they wanted to give birth to three heads and six arms.

"Luo Si, it turns out that you can recite the Book of Songs." On this day, Bai Yimao and others had finally finished their after-class homework that day. When they had nothing to do, they ran to the shop next door to see Si Niang and the others printed books.

"I know a little bit about it for the first time." Si Niang didn't want to pay attention to these people. She was idle all day long and knew that she was shaking around.

"I can't tell." These guys had nothing to say.

"Hmph..." This is clearly saying that she looks like an uneducated person.

"But your words are really not well written." The Chang'an teenagers said again.

"..." Si Niang didn't say anything anymore. She was busy. What trouble did these guys make here again?

"That's the wooden board you use to carve?" These people are really familiar with each other.

"When I'll carve one for you." Bai Yimao said, and took a wooden board and carved it.

"I'll carve one too. Where are you carving it?"

"After carving Zhou Nan, it should naturally be Zhao Nan."

"There are no more carving knives?"

"Okay, let's get it myself."

Si Niang originally wanted to tell them not to touch each other, but her mind changed and somehow she turned to Liulang Qiniang.

So she kept silent and kept busy with her own things. After they finished carving, she smiled at the few people for the first time, nodded and praised: "I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, and the words carved here are indeed better."

"Of course, it's better than you." The middle school teenagers were all very proud. Isn't Luo Si Niang quite powerful? How about it? I'll give in this time.

"Well, it's really better than me." Si Niang was as kind as a stream of good deeds.

"Don't be discouraged, as long as you practice hard, your words will look better soon." This pride is simply beyond words.

"Are you still coming tomorrow?" Si Niang asked them.

"Come here if you have time." It seems that they will not be able to be able to be able to be able to be there one day.

The next day, without any suspense, these people came again, the third day, they came again, and the fourth day, they came again...

Uncle Bai Er thought it was a bit strange. What did these kids go to the shop next door all day long? An old saying goes, men and women are different from seats at the age of seven. Between men and women, you should avoid taboos and don’t ruin the reputation of their little wife.

As a result, when he ran to the shop next door, he saw that his nephew who was almost as tall as he stood up, was coaxed by a teenage girl and sweating profusely and engraving words there...

"Wow, you can carve so quickly!"

"What's this? I can do it faster!"

"This edition is better than the one yesterday."

"I didn't perform well yesterday."
Chapter completed!