Books have always been an expensive existence in the eyes of scholars, so this era led to lending, copying, and stealing books. Among them, the most harmful thing to Taibaiji was the stealing. Although it had achieved a record of 15,000 copies, soon in the later period, Taibaiji's sales began to become weaker. The reason was that major printing workshops began to make great efforts to start pirated with inferior paper and ink, and then sold them at a low price.

Originally, these pirated booksellers were full of expectations, thinking that the third edition would be very sales, but this gave them a place to use it. So they had to order a large amount of paper and ink, and temporarily recruited some craftsmen, waiting for the third edition to come out. However, when the book shop was hanging in front of the door, everyone was stunned.

It’s not for people to live anymore. I think you can only pirate your books. Doesn’t it cost me to pirate your books? I’m also trying to make a living. Now that I’m done, the cost of pirating my own prints is at least 70 or 80 yuan. After all, the pirated workshops are small-scale, and it is impossible to form a scale effect. Some pirated thousands of copies, and some are hundreds of copies, so it needs to be specially hired to carve the woodblock printing. The early work is amazing, but now Taibaiji uses good paper and ink, which only sells 100 yuan. Is it still a way out for people to live?

For a moment, these people were deeply hurt. They spent a lot of money before and purchased ink and paper in large quantities. Now it seems that they cannot be digested in less than a year or two. As for the craftsmen they hired temporarily, they can only send them some money. What's even more terrifying is that a very realistic problem is placed in front of them. Is there still a future for piracy?

The authentic Taibai Collection can be priced at the same level as you do. Who would buy pirated prints?

What's even more terrifying is that the Taibai Collection, which is one hundred articles per book, has so many articles, and there are many writers who are in the limelight recently. Other books and content are not as good as Taibai Collection, and the prices are condescending, and soon no one cares about them.

Those who didn't want to buy books were cheap, but they were willing to spend money to buy books at this time.

Therefore, when the third edition of Taibai Collection was launched, it was immediately a situation of tens of thousands of people snatching each other.

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In Nanjing Censorate.

The two young censors in the Zhejiang Inspection Censorate Department are very unfavorable, and now they are well-known. Huang Xin doesn't care about this. Deng Jian's guy is just a stone in the pit, smelly and hard, which is well-known, so even if he has a conflict with Deng Jian, it will not affect his reputation.

However, when he was on duty in the yard these days, he always saw Deng Jian changing his temperament, laughing at everyone, holding a piece of paper in his hand, and sneaking in. Last time, he spoke ill of evil to his immediate superior, Zhang Shao, the censor of the chief censor, but early in the morning, he ran to Zhang Shao's public housing with a humble look on his face, saying that he had eaten it?

Although Zhang Shao is his boss, he actually feels frightened when he sees such a person who is not good at ease. Anyone who sees such a young man will be afraid. He gets angry, even he is afraid of himself, let alone Zhang Shao, who is over 40 years old and has a family member.

Zhang Shao naturally wanted to comfort him, so he said with a smile: "Oh, Wenbin, why are you here? If you eat, where can you be energetic if you don't eat? If you have time, please take care of me. Come and sit down. Wenbin comes to find me. Is there anything wrong?"

"That's right." Deng Jian seemed very modest and sat down sideways: "Xiaoguan has recently written the poem "If I first meet", isn't that poem only has the upper and lower slights, but there is no lower slights? Xiaguan is also idle, so he continued the work "Xiaoguan, wanting to ask the adults to take a look and correct it."

Zhang Shao smiled and kept saying, "Wenbin has such a good sense of elegance. I know that you have a good knowledge." But he was scolding in his heart, are you full and full? A good censor will not do it, and he has to compete with a juren for the best.

He took Deng Jian's poem and said, well, although it was a sequel, it was still okay, so he stroked his beard and said, "No, not bad, Wenbin is indeed a talented person."

Deng Jian just smiled, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "The colleagues in the hospital all agreed, but I am not humble. I always feel that it should not be worse than Ye Chunqiu's sequel. Ye Chunqiu, after all, is still..."

Zhang Shao complained in his heart, is it interesting to say bad things behind your back?

Then Deng Jian shook his head and said, "Little Juren, that's all. I just put my mind on the desk and really put my heart into it. How could he compare to the poems he wrote? Tsk tsk tsk, Jie Yuan, hum..."

Huang Xin had actually been worried. When he saw Deng Jian go in to find the Censor of the Censor, he thought Deng Jian was talking badly behind his back, so he deliberately listened with a document. He didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

Zhang Shao happened to see him and was waiting for Huang Xin to come to rescue him, so he said, "You are here too. Do you have any official duties?"

Huang Xin blushed and hurriedly shook the official document in deliberately: "Oh, there is one thing, and I have to ask the adults to decide." He came in as usual and wanted to hand over the official document.

Deng Jian sneered: "Civilian Huang, may you also want to read poetry."

Huang Xin said angrily: "Who wants to read your poems, can I write them myself?"

Deng Jian then said proudly: "You Ningbo people can write poetry. Even if you write poetry, you will do half of it and leave a piece. If you have the top but not the bottom, haha... the eunuch is dead."

Zhang Shao suddenly felt a headache. Now the streets are calling for eunuchs. The eunuchs who have already transferred and purchased locally were very angry. Now the Censor Deng is unrestrained and I don’t know how many things will happen.

But if you cause trouble, the eunuch will still be the eunuch. The Censorate will definitely have to protect it. The censors’ own censors can’t let the eunuchs deal with him, otherwise the censors will be blind. More importantly, as bosses, they will definitely become the target of public criticism. Oh, it’s natural for the censors to scold eunuchs. You actually don’t dare to let go of the fart in order to curry favor with eunuchs. Do you still have the nerve to be in a high position?

So the left censor said nothing on the surface, but summoned the right envoy and the deputy censor of the lower capital, and secretly warned him to look at the lower capital, not to cause trouble.

Deng Jian’s thorny head is really worrying.

Zhang Shao wanted to change the topic, but Huang Xin was still young after all. After all, he was agitated by Deng Jian and became angry: "Is that true? I really want to give me advice."

I was very polite and picked up Deng Jian's sequel on the case, and it looked like it.
Chapter completed!