Chapter 159: Inducing the Wolf into the Room

When all five thousand books were piled up in Dong Zhongshu's room, Dong Zhongshu, who had always been known for his steady and experienced work, was as happy as a child.

These books were originally to be placed in the warehouse, but since Dong Zhongshu saw these books, he ordered his disciples to move all the books back to the bedroom.

The originally spacious bedroom has few places to settle down after it is piled with books.

Dong Zhongshu happily stroked the book that was within reach and said to Yun Lang: "This is the bedroom of a scholar."

Yun Lang looked around and the excess furnishings in the house had been cleaned up, including the beautiful antique shelf and two complicated crane beak lamps.

There is only one bed, one table, and one chair left.

Because of the addition of spices to the ink, Chen Tong felt that the fragrance was not strong enough after the book was printed, so he smoked it with sandalwood again.

In this way, five thousand books were placed in the house, like five thousand incense burners were placed.

Yun Lang's tears were about to be smelled of the fragrance, but Dong Zhongshu took deep breaths over and over again... as if he wanted to absorb all the scents that drifted out, and he was unwilling to waste them at all.

Life does require a sense of ritual. At this moment, Dong Zhongshu completely forgot the grand goal in his heart and was simply proud of his works.

Seeing that Mr. Dong was often using his sleeves to dip his eyes, Yun Lang knew his mood at the moment and smiled and said, "Do you need Mr. Yun to help him send all the books?"

Dong Zhongshu proudly patted the book and said, "This is my five thousand daughters, only talented and virtuous people can match it."

Yun Lang nodded and said, "You should do it yourself like marrying a daughter, so Yun won't overstep his affairs."

Seeing that Dong Zhongshu was immersed in happiness again, Yun Lang left Old Dong's bedroom. Before leaving, he instructed Dong Zhongshu's disciples to open all the doors and windows so that the old guy would not suffocate inside.

Xiahou Jing came back drunk and passed by the mountain residence where Dong Zhongshu lived. He couldn't help but stop. The breeze blew gently and the fragrance was everywhere. He took a deep breath and asked Liang Zan who came back with him: "Mr. Dong is incense?"

Liang Zan smelled the smell and smiled and said, "Dong Gong's books and magazines have been printed, and spices are added to the ink, so there is such a rich fragrance."

"Why do you need to add fragrance to the ink?"

"Ambergris and sandalwood have the effect of refreshing the mind. When Yun's Book Printing Workshop publishes some highly educated books, it will add fragrance to the books so that scholars can stay awake at all times."

Xiahou Jing stroked his beard and said, "I need to add incense to my "White Deer Collection"."

Liang Zan smiled and said, "If you have another three thousand clouds of money, your disciples can print the books and magazines perfectly for you.

Not only do we add fragrance, but we can also use the thickest paper and the handwriting can be printed larger. If the teacher is not satisfied, we can also use the engraved and engraved version to print the books in this way. The books published in this way are treasures."

Xiahou Jing waved her sleeves and said, "Go, go, just do it like this. If the money is insufficient, I will allocate it from my home."

Liang Zan supported Xiahou Jing to the mountain residence. Xiahou old servant hurriedly came up. The two worked together to settle Xiahou Jing. Only then did Liang Zan instruct the old servant to take good care of Xiahou Jing and leave the mountain residence hurriedly. In any case, he had to do what Xiahou Jing told him as soon as possible. Only in this way can Xiahou Jing pay more attention to him before the arrival of Xiahou disciples.

Liang Zan left, Xiahou Jing turned over and sat up, took a sip of tea, rinsed her mouth, and knocked her dizzy head and said to the old servant Xiahou, "Have you asked clearly?"

The old servant bowed and said, "I asked clearly, Liang Zan is the son of the servant and has no deep connection with Yun."

Xiahou Jing said sadly: "How can the son of a servant have such knowledge?"

The old servant replied: "All the boys in Yun's family can go to school. This is the kindness that Yun's family did to train merchant shopkeepers and the managers of the family for their own training.

However, the son of the servant lady can only learn to read, and there is no special training. If Liang Zan did not meet a gentleman, he would enter the printing workshop to be an apprentice in the summer, and then he would be just a merchant shopkeeper."

Xiahou Jing smiled slightly when she heard this, "So, the legitimate son of Yun, the eldest son of Cao, the third son of Huo, and the eldest son of Li are the direct disciples of Yun?"

The old servant smiled and said, "That's right."

Xiahou Jing smiled and said, "To view it for profit and observe its integrity, and to expect it for affairs and observe its faith. These two things have been considered to be a mistake.

If you want to become a disciple who has entered the house, you still need to watch it."

The old servant smiled and said, "The rich young man in the world who wants to be a disciple of his husband is like a car. Why does the gentleman take a fancy to the son of this servant?"

Xiahou Jing sighed softly and said, "There are not as many sons as servants."

Chen Tong lay on the brocade couch with his feet raised, looking at Liang Zan who was eating pastries for a while and said, "It's a pity that you can starve you to this kind of feast."

Liang Zan sighed and said, "Mr. Xiahou is a person who talks about superiority and inferiority. I can only give in to his preferences and feel a little aggrieved."

Chen Tong took a sip of wine and said, "You have no good life in the future. I originally expected the head of the family to send you to the printing workshop. I can take a breath, but now I've seen it all in vain."

Liang Zan gave Chen Tong a blank look and said, "You wish you were the only one in the workshop, and you would welcome me to the workshop. Now that I am not here, you should be happy to call out, right?"

Chen Tong smiled and said, "If you know that I am such a person, don't say it and poke my heart. Tell me, what are you doing with me?"

Liang Zan smiled and said, "Mr. Xiahou is quite interested in the printing workshop. I am going to steal the art. Can you see when is the right time to catch me?"

Chen Tong smiled and said, "When Mr. Xiahou came to the workshop, I accused him, how about you taking the blame for him?"

Liang Zan stuffed the last piece of date cake into his mouth and swallowed it, shook off the pastry on his hand and shook his head, "If that happens, my reputation will become bad. How can I become an official in the future?"

Chen Tong frowned and said, "Are you really sure that Mr. Xiahou is coveting the printing workshop?"

Liang Zan picked up the teapot and drank it in his mouth, threw it down and said, "It's almost written on the face. Do you think I'll read it wrong?"

Chen Tong said: "The secret of the printing workshop is the ratio of ink, and there is nothing profound about the rest."

Liang Zan squatted on the chair and said, "To put it bluntly, it is the ratio of tung oil and ink. I know this ratio. Of course, I can't tell Mr. Xiahou about this thing. Think about something else and give me an unimportant secret recipe so that I can win the trust of Mr. Xiahou."

Chen Tong was shocked and turned over and sat up, his eyes widened like copper bells and shouted, "Do you actually know?"

Ryazan rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't I know?"

"You actually know?" Chen Tong asked again.

Liang Zan smiled and said, "Isn't it me who was the one who sent you the message?"

"Heavenly killed you, you were only ten years old at that time. No, I want to change the secret recipe!"

Liang Zan shook his head and said, "What are you changing? We have tried it many times in the school. The formula you used was the best."

Chen Tong said arrogantly: "Forty-five to one is the most suitable one, not the earliest thirty to one. There is also a bit of water in the middle, otherwise tung oil will pollute the pages of the book. You can't learn these things in school, right?"

Liang Zan jumped off the chair with a sigh and said to Chen Tong sadly: "How could the head of the family choose you, the fool, to take charge of the printing workshop?"

Chen Tong said angrily: "Who is the fool?"

Liang Zan, who was about to step out of the door, angrily said: "You are just a fool!"

After saying that, he went to Mao's yard angrily.

After hearing what happened to Liang Zan, Mao Chi looked at Liang Zan helplessly and said, "You know he is a fool, but you still go to cheat him?"

Liang Zan said worriedly: "The family is still full of holes, why should we go out? Today, I learned from Xiahou Jing that he wanted a secret recipe for printing books and workshops. It was disgusting to think about it.

Such a person wants me to respect him as his teacher?"

Mao Hai smiled and said, "The head of the family has done a lot recently, which will probably make Your Majesty very uneasy. At this time, we must make everyone move so that we can get away with it.

In the past, Yun was attacking from all sides. Now, it’s time to shrink with all its might. It’s only guaranteed that some important business will continue to be strong, and the rest should be given up. The printing workshop is one of them.

Xiahou opened the printing workshop by himself, which was causing trouble. He gave it to him if he wanted it. Anyway, the printing workshop was piled up with money from the Nagato Palace, and His Majesty also occupied a large number of participants in it, so our family members were optional."

Liang Zan nodded and said, "Okay, let me tell Xiahou Jing about the general craftsmanship of the book printing workshop. I won't talk about the secret recipe of ink. Use ink as a barrier to blocking the road to consume Xiahou's not a rich family fortune.
Chapter completed!