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"You're back early today?" Mr. Yu walked in, found a seat and sat down, then said to Xie Wanxing.

"There aren't many people in Baohe Hall today, so Master asked me to come back early to do my homework." Xie Wanxing replied with a smile, and sat down across from Mr. Yu. She picked up the teapot and poured tea into the cup. The hot steam carried the tea fragrance. Then she handed the cup to Mr. Yu and said, "Teacher, have some tea."

"Were you talking about poetry just now?" Mr. Yu took the teacup and blew away the hot steam.

Xie Wanxing nodded. "Yes, didn't I tell you about this before? We have some rare copies of the Immortal Poet's works at home. I've copied some of them and sent them to Zhuangzi. My father has already ordered the engravings to be made. Once they're printed, we'll send back a batch."

"This is a copy I made, teacher, please take a look." Tang Ze said as he handed over the collection of poems.

Mr. Yu took the poetry collection and slowly turned the pages. His eyes were instantly attracted by the neat and beautiful handwriting. As he examined the handwriting, Mr. Yu praised, "Xiao Ze, your handwriting is getting better and better. You must practice a lot."

"Thank you for the compliment, teacher."

Mr. Yu was getting more and more excited as he flipped through the poetry collection, muttering to himself, "What a great poem! This is simply..."

His eyes were fixed on the pages of the book. After a moment, he raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and said with emotion: "These poems are bold and unrestrained, with wonderful artistic conception. They are truly masterpieces. Ah Xing, where did you get all these books?"

Xie Wanxing's heart skipped a beat. He scratched his head and started making up stories, mentally urging himself frantically: "You're such a jerk! Think fast!"

She didn't want to steal poems and use these works of great masters to embellish herself, but she wanted these masterpieces to be spread, so she had to make up a reason immediately.

Xie Wanxing suddenly had an idea: "To be honest, Teacher, when we were in Miaozhou, we once saved an old man. The old man was terminally ill and had not much time left. He was very grateful to Dad, so he gave Dad the original manuscripts of these poetry collections."

She paused and continued, "However, he had a special request: the original manuscripts must not be seen by the public. After seeing these poems, my father was shocked. He really couldn't understand why the old man didn't spread such a masterpiece. Later, the old man was moved by my father's sincerity and promised that we could share these poems after he passed away."

She also made up for her previous statement: "As for the novels I gave you as a birthday gift, I bought them by chance in a small bookstore near Qingshui Town. I found them very interesting when I saw them, so I wanted to give them to you, Teacher. However, I have been to many bookstores since then and have never seen these books. I am also very surprised."

Mr. Yu nodded slightly, the doubt in his eyes gradually dissipating. He said with emotion, "I see. It seems that there are still many hidden masters in this world. Your father did the right thing to have such a masterpiece spread. Such a masterpiece should indeed be known to more people."

Xie Wanxing asked, "Yes, teacher, are those novels good?"

"It's great, very interesting." Mr. Yu nodded vigorously, the smile on his face becoming more and more obvious, obviously very satisfied. "The story is novel and it's hard to put it down after reading it."

"If the teacher likes it, that would be great."

"By the way, your bookstore is also going to print those novels, right?"

"Yes, teacher," Xie Wanxing nodded slightly, looking somewhat helpless. "But the original book and the handwritten copy I gave you are all I have at the moment, so you'll have to lend me the book in a few days. I'll send it to Zhuangzi and have them print it..."

As she spoke, she scratched her head a bit embarrassedly. "The bookstore is already busy preparing to print Li Bai's poetry collection. Once they're done with this, they'll start printing the novel. However, the original manuscript of this novel is really scarce. After much deliberation, I can only borrow the handwritten copy from the teacher first."

"Okay, okay, you can take it first. I have finished reading it anyway, but my old friends have asked me for more. When you finish printing, remember to leave a few sets for me." Mr. Yu smiled and waved his hand, looking quite happy.

"Of course I'll keep some good copies for you, teacher. Don't worry. The paper mill at home isn't finished yet, so we buy paper for printing books from outside. So Daddy wants to print a batch first and give a few copies to family members or friends for trial reading." Xie Wanxing quickly responded with a sweet smile on his face. "Since your friends like it, I will definitely prepare everything. It's also Daddy's honor."

Mr. Yu nodded slightly. "Your novel has a novel concept and an intriguing plot. If it spreads, it will surely be very popular."

"Don't worry, teacher. I've taken note of it. But I heard from my father that the bookstore is currently short of craftsmen, so the speed will probably be slow." Xie Wanxing pursed his lips and winked at Mr. Yu.

"Girl, I can see what you're going to say." Mr. Yu smiled and tapped her forehead. "Craftsmen who can carve these woodblocks are truly rare. Several famous bookstores have families that have employed craftsmen for generations, and the woodblock carving is also passed down from generation to generation. Your family doesn't have such a deep pocket, so this is indeed a troublesome matter. But you can ask your father to write a letter to Old Man Zhao. He has great powers."

"Oh yes, Grandpa Zhao, how could I forget him!" Xie Wanxing slapped his head, almost forgetting this capable old man.

"Oh, that's right. If you have any problems, just go to him. Just ask your father to put this poem in front of him, and he will rush to get a craftsman for your father."

Xie Wanxing waited for Xie Songlin to come back that night and mentioned this to him. Xie Songlin said, "I've thought of it. I've already asked Mr. Zhao for help. He said he would send a few experienced craftsmen over tomorrow."

Xie Wanxing's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "That's perfect! I'll send the Four Great Classics over tomorrow and have the new craftsmen print this first. It's sure to sell well."

"But today, the teacher mentioned those big bookstores. I think we overlooked something earlier." Xie Wanxing frowned slightly, his expression becoming serious. "The famous bookstores in Dajing are all owned by a few large families. They've been passed down for generations, and they employ many craftsmen. More importantly, they have a large inventory of engraved blocks. Our inventory is definitely not comparable to theirs."

"What do you mean?" Xie Songlin didn't understand the deeper meaning of his daughter's words for a moment, and looked at her puzzledly.

"What I mean is that we can start with the paper mill and the bookstore, but we can't rush to open the bookstore outside. We have to build up some inventory first." Xie Wanxing explained patiently.

"Think about it, those big family bookstores have accumulated rich collections of books and mature engravings over the years. If we open a bookstore rashly and the books are sold out, with the number of craftsmen they have, our books might be printed and sold before they spread throughout Dajing. So, we should focus on the paper mill and bookstore first. Once we have sufficient inventory, we can open a bookstore. That way, we can gain a firm foothold in the market, and we can also put our unique family mark on the books."

"We definitely need to stockpile inventory, but Dajing is too big to manage it all on our own."

Xie Wanxing took over the conversation: "Good books should naturally be spread, but the reputation of our bookstore must also be promoted."

Xie Songlin asked, "Have you decided on a name for your bookstore?"

Xie Wanxing shook his head: "Still thinking about it."

Xie Songlin said bluntly: "Why not call him Wenquxing." He looked very proud, as if he felt that he had come up with a wonderful name.

"Isn't this a bit too bold! I wouldn't even recognize you if you called me!"