Daqin: I was overheard by Zulong

Chapter 93

"Yeah!" Ying Zheng nodded with a meaningful smile, looked at Ying Liman, then at Zhao Yi, and praised: "After all, he is my child, and the writing is not bad."

"It's just that these can only be regarded as entertainment. If you have time, you should read more history books, care about government affairs, and don't waste time on useless things."

【Cut, who wasted time on useless things just now?Old things will pretend! 】

Zhao Yi complained speechlessly, then hurriedly bound the letter, and then collected it, ready to hand it to Ying Liman.

"Well, let me give this one. I just saw Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu meet. I am looking forward to the following story. Let me read it!"

Ying Zheng had just seen the exciting location, and his heart was itching unbearably. If he couldn't finish it today, he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep all night, so he immediately reached out to Zhao Yi.

"Father, this is a miscellaneous book that will affect your handling of government affairs!" Zhao Yi stuffed it into Ying Liman's arms. "Didn't you just teach us not to waste time on useless things?"

"Uh..." Ying Zheng was stopped by Zhao Yi's question, feeling like he was shooting himself in the foot with a stone.

As an emperor, how could Ying Zheng bow his head to Zhao Yi, but Ying Zheng wanted to watch the follow-up plot even more, but seeing that Ying Liman was also as serious as Zhao Yi, Ying Zheng had no choice but to bow his head to his daughter.

"Liman, father just said the wrong thing, quickly give me the letter!"

It was the first time that Ying Liman's eyes widened when he heard her father admit his mistake. Feng Shuyi was also surprised, but Zhao Yi just snickered as if he was used to it.

After all, the daughter is the father's little cotton-padded jacket, Ying Liman obediently put the letter down in Yingzheng's hand, but still couldn't help telling: "Father, this is the only copy at the moment, just this volume, you must not read it." lost."

"Yes, yes, we will print it in batches tomorrow. Why don't your majesty send you a copy to the palace after we finish printing it tomorrow?" Feng Shuyi was slightly worried.

Ying Zheng received Ying Liman's book with a look of joy, but when he heard Feng Shuyi's words, he couldn't help but look surprised and said, "Printed in batches? Isn't this book made with seal carving? Can it be printed in batches?"

"You have to think carefully, publishing a book will cost a lot of money, so don't get too excited for a moment..."

In Ying Zheng's view, publishing a book is a thankless task. Not to mention it takes a long time, it is extremely error-prone, and requires a lot of manpower and material resources. Even if it is produced, the cost of a book is not affordable for ordinary people. .

Yingzheng's consideration is indeed reasonable. The Qin Dynasty did not have papermaking technology, let alone printing technology. The real printing technology only began to exist in the Song Dynasty.

Otherwise, why the memorials that Yingzheng reviews every day are all about hundreds of catties, it is because the books used now are all bamboo slips, and his subordinates rely on seal cutting.

So if you want to make a book out, you can't make it just by thinking about it.

"Ah, it's so troublesome!" Ying Liman was really overwhelmed for a while, she just had to think about it at a deeper level, and her small face collapsed in an instant.

"It seems to be true!" Feng Shuyi also analyzed Ying Liman in a low voice, "Now the printing workshops are all run by the imperial court. If you want to print our books, you need His Majesty's approval, even if you have to queue up."

"In addition, considering the printing cost, I'm afraid it will sell for more than ten taels of gold!"

"Twelve taels of gold!" Ying Liman's beautiful eyes widened, "It's so expensive, who can afford it, why don't we just print a few copies, each of us will have a copy, so we don't have to worry about borrowing and borrowing..."

Ying Liman and Feng Shuyi were discussing in a low voice. According to Ying Liman's thinking, she wanted to show off in front of the royal family and nobles, and then let all scholars know that Princess Daqin wrote "The Story of the Stone"!
But the reality gave her a heavy blow, publishing a book was simply unrealistic, the common people couldn't afford it, and even the royal family and nobles might not be willing to buy it!

Twelve taels of gold, some people may not be able to earn so much in a lifetime, even the royal family and nobles can't say that for Ying Liman's sake, if they buy such a book, they will be called a prodigal!

Seeing Ying Liman's disappointed expression, Zhao Yi was filled with sympathy instantly, touched his sister's head, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, brother will help you, I will definitely let all the people in Xianyang City see you written book!"

Zhao Yi was sure of what he said, but Ying Zheng sneered ruthlessly, "Have the people in the entire Xianyang City read this book? Prince, you have gone too far!"

"Just based on the bamboo slips used in this book, I'm afraid it's worth a thousand dollars, plus the content engraved on it, don't just make money to print it yourself just to comfort Liman, talking nonsense, or making your face swollen to look fat. , and then sell it to the common people at a low price..."

When Ying Liman heard what Ying Zheng said, she became anxious, "Brother Yi, you can't do this for me. Although I really want more people to read this book, I can't pay such a high price!"

After all, she is her own sister, so she knows that she feels sorry for her, but since Zhao Yi has decided something, she will not change it.

Ying Zheng was secretly delighted, as long as Ying Liman gave up publishing the book, the book would become a lonely copy, and then it would become her own, and she would recommend it to Gongsun and everyone, I believe she would like it.

Here, Ying Zheng has already started to think about giving Mrs. Gongsun the book that his daughter worked so hard to carve, while Zhao Yi waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't worry, I, the prince, will take action. Each one is worth a hundred! I have a way to make the cost of this book only ten grand!"

"What? Ten big money? How is this possible?" Ying Liman and Feng Shuyi exclaimed, but Ying Zheng just raised his brows and showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Originally, Ying Zheng thought that Zhao Yi was quite stable, but now it seems that he is still too young to speak unrealistically. I am afraid that he needs to practice more, and he has to support him for a few more years!

[Looking at the old guy’s dirty look, you know that he definitely doesn’t believe it. He thinks that I have traveled here for so long for nothing. I have already signed in for the paper mill and printing factory! 】

[Next, you only need to exchange the paper mill and printing factory, and you can directly print and produce after doing the typesetting! 】

[As long as there are no problems, after three days at most, printing [-] books is the same as playing! 】

Hiss... After Ying Zheng heard Zhao Yi's heartfelt feelings, he felt bad all of a sudden, and even put all the books in his hand aside.

Paper mills, printing houses, typesetting, what are these?
Ying Zheng looked surprised. Although he didn't know what it was, he could feel it was very powerful.

The most important thing is that after three days, [-] books were printed, which is simply a fantasy!
One hundred thousand books in three days, is this true?

Ying Zheng was very reluctant to believe it, but he knew that since Zhao Yi said it in his heart, it was absolutely true!

(End of this chapter)