Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

Zhang Dun came up with an idea and said, "Use less ink. When printing words, paint less on top, and when brushing on the back of the paper, use less force. Isn't that all right?"

Ma Yuangui was shocked and said, "Isn't it easy to see clearly?"

Zhang Dun said solemnly: "It's fine if you can tell what the characters are! What are you doing so delicately!"

Chapter 291

"..."

In the lobby of the government office, there was an instant silence.

Everyone looked at Zhang Dun dumbfounded.

Especially Ma Yuangui and Lu Zizang felt that the solemn and serious image of Zhang Dun in their hearts was about to collapse.

Du Yan said with emotion: "Sure enough, there is no business and no adultery. Today, the old man has seen it."

Changsun Wuji hummed, looked at Zhang Dun and said in a low tone: "I want you to see, the position of Minister of the Household Department should be entrusted to you. Then what should our Majesty worry about? With you as Minister of the Household Department, the treasury It’s definitely not bad money.”

Are you praising me or hurting me?

Zhang Dun didn't know whether to laugh or cry looking at them, shook his head, looked at Ma Yuangui, and said, "Just do as I tell you."

"to make!"

Ma Yuangui came back to his senses, bit the bullet and said, "I'll have someone go back and change it now!"

In the early morning of the next day, when the samples of the books arrived, Zhang Dun frowned again.

This time, no page was wasted, it was full of words.

However, the characters are a bit big!

Zhang Dun stared at him and said, "What are you doing with such big characters? Make the characters smaller."

"what?"

Ma Yuangui opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "Can the characters be changed to smaller?"

Zhang Dun said seriously: "The printing is in our hands, why not?"

"But……"

Ma Yuangui said sadly: "The wooden blocks used in the workshop are all of the same size, there are no smaller wooden blocks for writing."

"Let the craftsman do it again now."

Zhang Dun said without hesitation: "Make it smaller."

Ma Yuangui couldn't help but glanced at Lu Zizang who was standing beside him.

Lu Zizang was in charge of movable type printing.

Lu Zizang said cautiously: "Zhang Shaoyin, how small are the wooden characters?"

"so small."

Zhang Dun raised his little finger and pointed to the tip of his little finger.

Lu Zizang was dumbfounded, "Small print?"

Ma Yuangui couldn't help but said, "Can you see clearly?"

Zhang Dun said in a tone of no doubt: "Sure, I've seen it before."

When he was still in school before time travel, Zhang Dun bought many physical novels to read.

But on the market at that time, physical novels were usually pirated.

The pirated editions of those novels are different from ordinary pirated editions.

The characters of pirated books are extremely small!

The most important thing is that those printing manufacturers, for the sake of profit, make the pages of the book slightly larger, but the characters are as small as they can be.

As a result, a piece of paper is densely packed with small characters.

Some even leave out spaces.

Patients with intensive phobia, after reading the content of the pirated physical novel, are afraid that they will fall ill on the spot.

But I have to say, it's still fun to watch.

Zhang Dun said solemnly: "As long as the content is not wrong, the problem is not big."

"..."

Lu Zizang opened his mouth, didn't say anything for a long while, and nodded bravely, "Then I'll go to a carpenter and make it before noon, and send someone to deliver it to Mr. Ma in the afternoon."

That night, Ma Yuangui brought a new sample back to the lobby of the Grand Manager's Mansion.

Zhang Dun was satisfied with the sample sent for the third time.

"Very good, very good!"

Nice ass!

Du Yan and Changsun Wuji raised their heads, looked away from the newly bound "Analects of Confucius", and looked at him with red eyes.

After trying to look at it for a while, they already felt a little sore in their eyes.

If you look at it for a long time, your eyes may lose the distinction between humans and animals within five meters.

Du Yan reminded: "Zhang Shaoyin, this book hurts the eyes too much."

Hurt your eyes?

Zhang Dun frowned, this is... a business opportunity.

Seeing Zhang Dun thinking deeply, Du Yan and Changsun Wuji heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he had listened.

Not long after, Zhang Dun's voice sounded in the ears of the two: "Du Gong, Changsun Gong, you said, if you are a reader, you can't distinguish people within five meters."

"If I come up with something that can restore their eyesight, will I make a lot of money?"

"..."

Du Yan, Changsun Wuji, Cheng Yaojin, Ma Yuangui, and Lu Zizang stood there dumbfounded as if struck by lightning.

After a long time, Du Yan came back to his senses first, and said speechlessly: "There must be someone in the court who will not let you do this."

Zhang Dun grinned, "I'll let Brother Hu do it."

Changsun Wuji opened his eyes wide, looked at him in shock and said, "Aren't you using power for personal gain?"

After speaking, he pointed to Du Yan who was beside him, and said: "If you say this in front of Du Gong, the official censor, aren't you afraid that he will read your book?"

Du Yan looked serious, staring straight at Zhang Dun.

"I'll just make an analogy." Zhang Dun laughed dryly.

Du Yan looked at him suspiciously, are you making an analogy?Why does it sound like you can do such a thing!

Two days later, after three or four discussions, the newly bound book was satisfied by everyone.

The characters in the book are larger than Zhang Dun's petite characters two days ago, and much smaller than the original characters.

Take an intermediate value.

The paper was also cut from the middle of the gap. The original large paper was divided into two, and words were printed on both sides.

In order to avoid being unclear after printing on the front and back sides, the color of the font is intentionally made lighter when printing.

Zhang Dun sat behind a few desks and flipped through the books, becoming more and more satisfied the more he read.

In terms of movable type printing, he did not use simplified characters, but traditional characters.

After all, these books are to be sold to readers who can read and write.

If you sell them books in simplified characters, it will be a ghost if you can sell them.

Zhang Dun raised his head, looked at Ma Yuangui and asked, "Boss Ma, how many books like this can be printed every day?"

Ma Yuangui blurted out: "Our workshop, under full firepower, can print a thousand copies a day."

Zhang Dun shook his head and said, "Two thousand people printed one thousand copies. The quantity is too small. If we recruit some disaster victims into the workshop, it's time to expand the scale."

What's more, I have already produced a serialized book in the past two days, so I have to put it on the agenda.

"But..." Ma Yuangui hesitated and said, "We don't have enough money."

"Huh?" Zhang Dun was stunned, and said in surprise, "Isn't there still five or six thousand guan?"

Ma Yuangui smiled wryly and said, "It's bottomed out. There are 2000 disaster victims who work every day, and the wages are still paid daily. Even if the remaining money is doubled, it won't last."

Zhang Dun raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. Sure enough, no matter what era, money is always spent.

Now is a critical period, throttling is not enough.

It seems that we have to find a way to open source.

Zhang Dun thought for a while, then looked at Cheng Yaojin and said, "Mr. Cheng, there are hundreds of thousands of bamboo utensils in the General Manager's Mansion. You take these bamboo utensils and go to Guixiang County, the governing place of Hebei Province. Find Lin Changshi over there, as well as Abbot Jingfa and Daoist Liu Wuzi."

"Sell those bamboo tools first, and there should be a few thousand in the account."

"Okay!" Cheng Yaojin nodded heavily, "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning!"

Zhang Dun looked at Changsun Wuji and Du Yan again, and said in a deep voice, "Du Gong, Changsun Gong, you also prepare."

"Wait for the workshop to print some books in the next two days, and you all will sell the books with me!"

"Okay!" Du Yan and Changsun Wuji nodded, and then Changsun Wuji asked, "Where to sell it?"

"Let's not go to Hebei Road."

Zhang Dun thought for a while and said, "We'll sell the books to Guannei Road!"

Chapter 292 is broken, brother Hu should not be allowed to read the serialized articles

Zhang Dun glanced at Ma Yuangui, and said: "Boss Ma, hurry up with the book, I will give you some drafts in two days, and you can print them out according to the contents."

Hearing this, Ma Yuangui nodded emphatically, "Understood."

Changsun Wuji asked curiously: "The draft? Zhang Shaoyin, are you still writing the book?"

Zhang Dun scratched his head in embarrassment, "Those who think too carefully will not be able to enter the hall of elegance."

If you say that, the old man will be even more excited!Changsun Wuji looked at him with burning eyes, and said, "Can I have the old man read it?"

"No." Zhang Dun shook his head.

"..." Changsun Wuji's expression froze, he didn't expect him to refuse so simply.

When he came back to his senses, Changsun Wuji had a faint smile on his face, and looked at Zhang Dun meaningfully.

If you don't show it, the old man won't be able to see it?

You have to print it out?

The old man went to the workshop to watch in person, and he couldn't believe he couldn't see what you wrote!

However, for three consecutive days, Changsun Wuji went to the workshop to stare, but returned without success every time.

What Zhang Dun wrote did not appear in the camp workshop at all.

Changsun Wuji finally ran to the lieutenant general Han Xing to ask, almost got his nose crooked.

"Zhang Shaoyin said that in order to prevent people from using power for personal gain and peeking at the content, everything written by Zhang Shaoyin was printed by Hu Guang himself!"

"As for where to print it, I don't know the humble job!"

Damn it!After listening to Han Xing's words, Changsun Wuji put on a dark face and cursed angrily, "Is this old man a thief? Keep guard like this!"

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The night after five days.

Inside the Chen family hall, the lights were bright.

Chen Ran and a dozen gentry gathered together, but they all lowered their heads and pursed their lips in silence.

Everyone looked extremely gloomy.

"Are you sure? After three days, Zhang and the others are going to Guan Nei Dao?"