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After discussing with Xie Wanxing over the past two days, Xie Songlin has already made a clear plan for the bookstore's future plans. He decided to print out part of the poetry collection first using woodblock printing.

In Dajing, reciting poems and composing essays are things that scholars and even ordinary people are keen on. Poetry culture is prevalent, and people can often be heard reciting poems in the streets and alleys.

Xie Wanxing sensed this, and among her many book publishing plans, she first put Li Bai's poetry collection at the top.

After all, Li Bai's poems are bold and elegant, with wonderful artistic conception and full of romanticism. His talent and the charm of his poems will surely set off a wave of enthusiasm in Dajing.

Xie Wanxing has accumulated a lot of paper in the space over the past few days. Although the amount is not enough to support large-scale production, it is more than enough to print a batch for people around him to read first. Moreover, for the bookstore which is still in its initial stage, woodblock printing is relatively safer.

Although movable type printing is highly efficient, at this critical juncture when everything is difficult at the beginning, it requires more time and energy to prepare the movable type and debug the process. In comparison, woodblock printing technology is more mature and easier to control.

Moreover, Xie Songlin was really lucky. He actually bought a person who used to work in a bookstore. However, it was not entirely correct to say that he was a craftsman.

To put it bluntly, this guy was just an apprentice who had been working there for a long time. However, he had learned the skills well enough to be a craftsman. Moreover, he had also fled from Miaozhou, so he was half a fellow villager with Xie Songlin and the others.

His name is Zhou Chuan. Although he is young, his face shows the vicissitudes of life that should not be seen at his age. When talking about Zhou Chuan's life experience, his face is full of sadness and helplessness.

He and his mother were on the road to escape when his mother suddenly became seriously ill. In order to get her medical treatment, Zhou Chuan sought help from everywhere but to no avail. In desperation, he had no choice but to sell himself to raise money.

However, fate played a trick on him, and he was ultimately unable to save his mother. Xie Songlin was filled with pity when he heard about his experience.

Although Zhou Chuan was just an apprentice, he loved reading and writing since he was young and had some basic knowledge. Xie Songlin saw this and thought he was a promising talent, so he took him directly to the farm.

The construction of the book printing workshop in Zhuangzi is still in full swing, and many other areas have not yet been completed. However, considering the tight time and the urgent need to carve wood blocks, Xie Dachun arranged for people to build part of the woodblock workshop first.

Although this part of the workshop is not spacious, it is kept exceptionally tidy and orderly. There are several large workbenches in the room, on which are neatly arranged various carving knives of different sizes and shapes. In the light coming through the window, they sparkle with a cool metallic luster.

There are also piles of carefully selected wooden boards stacked on the side. These boards have fine texture and hard texture, making them excellent materials for making woodblocks.

Xie Songlin led Zhou Chuan into the rudimentary workshop and said with a smile, "Zhou Chuan, the other parts haven't been built yet, but this woodblock workshop is ready for use. You can start carving the woodblocks here first."

Zhou Chuan looked around, his eyes filled with joy and gratitude, and he quickly said, "Yes, sir, this place is great. I think the conditions here are much better than where I was before. Don't worry, I'll start working right away."

"Don't worry, I will bring the book to you tomorrow. You can rest today. Your residence is also on this farm. The dormitory is still under construction. I will ask someone to arrange a place for you when the time comes. For now, just squeeze in with them." As Xie Songlin spoke, he reached out and patted Zhou Chuan's shoulder gently.

Xie Songlin waved to Xie Kang, who was busy not far away, and shouted, "Da Kang, come here."

Xie Kang heard the shout and stopped what he was doing instantly. Without hesitation, he put down the tools he was fiddling with. He ran over with all the speed of the wind and asked, "Master, are you looking for me?"

Xie Songlin raised his hand and pointed at Zhou Chuan beside him, introducing him: "This is Zhou Chuan, the new woodblock engraver. Find him a place to live first, and assign him a place to live when the dormitory is built."

He added, "Oh, right, let's find a few more literate people to learn how to carve woodblocks. If we want our bookstore to thrive in the long term, we need to train more people."

Xie Kang nodded: "Yes, Master, I know."

Xie Songlin pointed at Xie Kang and introduced him, "This is Xie Kang. He's currently the manager of this manor. If you need anything later, just look for him."

Zhou Chuan hurriedly bowed and said politely, "Greetings, Manager Xie."

Xie Kangxu gave him a hand and said, "You're so polite, Master Zhou. You're a real talent."

Xie Songlin nodded and said with satisfaction, "We are all here for the bookstore's business, so we should help each other. Dakang, if you have any questions, feel free to tell me. If I'm not around later, you can talk to the madam or the young lady if you need anything."

"Yes, sir!" Xie Kang responded.

The next day, Xie Songlin sent part of the poetry collection copied by Xie Wanxing to Zhuangzi. The book in Tang Ze's hand was naturally also sent over, but he copied the whole book overnight in just two days.

"Senior brother's handwriting is so beautiful." Xie Wanxing held the poetry collection copied by Tang Ze, her eyes lingering between the pages. After reading for a long time, she still felt unsatisfied. She gently stroked the paper. The words were either as flowing as clouds and running water, elegant and free, or as upright as pine trees, strong and powerful. It was really good.

Appreciating such calligraphy is actually a kind of enjoyment. Xie Wanxing really wants her senior brother to come to Didi to copy it for her. When she thinks about the books she will have to copy in the future and the mountain of work, she feels a headache.

After all, these are modern books, and it is impossible to take them out directly. If I want to take them out, I must pass them through her hands. This is simply an unsolvable problem, so I have to copy them slowly.

Tang Ze smiled and said, "Junior sister, you are too kind."

"Brother, please don't be so modest." Xie Wanxing raised his head and looked at Tang Ze with a smile. "There is a sense of elegance in the strokes of this calligraphy. The structure is rigorous yet flexible. It already has the style of a master."

Tang Ze looked in the direction of Xie Wanxing's finger and said, "This poem by the immortal poet Li Bai is so majestic and full of passion. When I was copying it, I unconsciously incorporated this emotion into the words."

He paused slightly and continued, "Also, copying these poems is, for me, a way to gain a deeper understanding of the poetic realm, but there are indeed many parts that I don't understand."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wanxing gently touched her forehead. She understood Tang Ze's confusion, but the manuscript she had carefully annotated had already been sent to Zhuangzi.

After all, these historical backgrounds and interpretations involving modern cognition are completely fictional for people of Dajing's era. Tang Ze has no relevant knowledge reserves, so it is naturally difficult for him to understand the deep reasons behind the complex emotions in the poems.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. There are annotations for this as well. You'll be able to see them once they're printed. By then, all your doubts should be resolved, and you'll be able to appreciate the charm of Li Bai's poetry more thoroughly."

"Hey, what are you two talking about?" Mr. Yu came over at some point, his eyes moving back and forth between Xie Wanxing and Tang Ze.

Xie Wanxing and Tang Ze both quickly stood up and saluted Mr. Yu.

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