Shusi Street has a very straightforward name, because there are really only bookstores on both sides of this street. Kong Yingda looked at the bustling crowd and felt a little unbelievable.

Huangzhou, the south of the mountain, is not a place where literary style is prosperous, nor is it a place where aristocratic families gather, nor is it a famous city. There will be many students and scholars gathering. Why is the bookstore so prosperous?

"It's useless to just think about it, so it's better to find out."

Xiao Yu, who was traveling with him, knew Kong Yingda's question. He also felt strange when he first came to the Bookstore Street in Xiyang City. Xiyang City was not a famous city such as Jiangling, let alone a prosperous literary style, but there was such a prosperous book deal.

Not only are there many people at the door of the bookstore, but there are also many cars. Boxes of books were pulled away by loading the car, and then there was an empty car to stop, continue to load the book, and take it away,

"Do you two men want to buy books?"

"Uh, look, look."

"Please, Lao Li, a guest is here!"

"Ah, store owner, I'll just take a look."

Kong Yingda had never seen such a passionate book dealer. He did not plan to buy books today, so he was worried that the store owner would be happy, but the other party didn't care at all, so he enthusiastically pulled him in and "take a look".

It was amazing to see this. Kong Yingda sat in the street seat, looking at the densely packed titles on the book list, and looked at Xiao Yu in surprise: "This... are there really so many books?"

"Brother Kong, can you ask the store? This bookstore was not opened by me."

"I'm afraid... I'll ask for a deposit if I open my mouth..."

"No, the books in Xiyang City are mostly stocked. Even if you can't get them now, as long as the quantity is not too much, you will definitely be able to deliver them within three days. If you don't want this book, the bookshop will be able to sell them soon, so there is no need to pay."

"It's so easy to sell? These books are available elsewhere, why bother... Of course, this kind of thread-bound book is indeed unique."

"Brother Kong, I have already said that even if you can't get the books listed on the book list now, no matter how many you have, you will definitely be able to deliver the goods within three days." Xiao Yu emphasized again.

“You mean ‘publish’?”

"This gentleman said yes!" The guy walked up with a smile, "The advantages of our store are: large quantity and low price."

Kong Yingda originally wanted to ask how cheap it was, but after all, she was thin and could not do anything to ask for it. Seeing that many people in the bookstore were bargaining with the guys, he bowed in embarrassment.

"Thank you, the store owner, I'm really just here to take a look."

"It's okay, if you are interested, come to the shop anytime."

Kong Yingda pulled Xiao Yu away. Seeing the bookstores lined up along the way, he decided to go directly to the "School Society" to find out. He didn't quite understand what "No. 23, Shusi Street" means, but it was easy to find the school club because Xiao Yu knew where it was.

"It turns out that Brother Xiao knows about studying in the school club, why not say it earlier?"

"Brother Kong didn't ask, I think Brother Kong is here to visit the bookstore."

What Xiao Yu said was very reasonable, but Kong Yingda was speechless. When he came out to meet Xiao Yu today, he really only said that he was walking around the Bookstore Street.

The fellow in the school and the former bookstore were as enthusiastic as Kong Yingda, who had made her thin-skinned face, didn't know how to speak, and asked what "publishing" was. The friend read countless people, and when he saw this young man stammering, he knew most of the time.

"Is this gentleman here because of his reputation?"

"Ah, yes, I first arrived in Xiyang. I heard that the school club... publishes books, so I came to take a look. What is publishing?"

The guy knew that he was a scholar who came to explore what "publishing" was. He had to answer the same question every day, so he could do whatever he wanted. However, another young man seemed familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen him for a while.

"You are a good teacher to know that the so-called publishing is woodblock printing, which is different from hand-copying."

"World printing? Wood printing...printing..."

"That's right, the little one just demonstrated it, and the Langjun just saw it."

The guy brought a wooden board, a brush, ink and a piece of paper from the counter. Kong Yingda took the wooden board and saw words engraved on it, to be precise, anti-font characters.

He seemed to understand something, but he was still a little short of getting the point, but he saw the guy dip the brush in ink, brushing it on the wooden board several times, and then covering the white paper.

I used a clean brush to brush the back of the white paper several times, then took off the white paper, but saw many words printed on the white paper.

"Please look at it, this is printing."

"So that's it! It's a bit similar to the rubbing!"

Kong Yingda was so proud that the guy's demonstration made him understand directly what "printing" is, what "brushing" is, and what "publishing" is about to come out.

"Thank you, just... just like this demonstration, wouldn't it be a leak of your store's secrets?"

"This man is too worried. All bookstores have mastered the techniques of woodblock printing, so they cannot be prevented." The guy didn't care at all. "To be honest, there are bookstores in Jiankang that have begun to print books like this, but the book merchants still come to Xiyang to buy books."

"Why is this?" Kong Yingda said it, feeling a little rude. It must be the secret of the bookstore's profitability, so it would be inappropriate for him to ask this question.

"The reason why there are so many book merchants buying books in our store and other bookstores in Xiyang is that they are large in quantity but cheap. Book merchants purchase books from Xiyang to Jiankang, and the price is still much cheaper than the books in Jiankang Bookstore."

Kong Yingda was very surprised when he heard this. His family was still well-off, so he didn't lack books, but he knew that for poor students, what a book meant and the price of handwritten books was not something they could afford.

If books are really cheap, then, then how many people can...

He did not take the liberty to ask why Xiyang's books were so cheap. He thanked the guy for his demonstration. These ****s have been tossing and turning for the "publishing" question, and now he finally got the answer, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Since he was here and he was so enthusiastic, Kong Yingda felt that it was unreasonable not to buy some books. He took the book list and couldn't help but take a breath: the titles of the books are dense, and there are obviously much more than the previous one.

"Are there any books on this list?"

"Most of them are out of stock. If the husband wants to buy books, he has to wait for two days after ordering the book list."

“Why is this?”

"The inventory has been sold out, and the book I handed over today was agreed upon by the customer two days ago."

"So easy to sell!"

"Yes, the books that our store has been bound every day and shipped out in a simple box the next day. Of course, if the husband can't wait, there are also bookshops in other places."

"Then this complete set of "Hualin Bianluo"..."

"The "Hualin Bianluo" is no longer available today. If you want it, as long as there are no more than ten sets, it will be delivered in five days."

"It's enough for five days? The whole set is hundreds of volumes...books!" Kong Yingda could no longer hide his shock. Such a "publishing" speed was simply incredible.

"Langjun, our store owner is "Hualin Bianluo". Nowadays, many of them are bound in the future, and the printing speed is unmatched by other stores. After all, if you have a full set of carved versions, there are tens of thousands."

Kong Yingda opened and closed her mouth, not knowing what to say, but Xiao Yu looked like "I knew you would have this expression."

"This gentleman, he seems to have a northerner's accent?"

The guy receives merchants from all over the world every day, and he has a great ability to distinguish accents.

"I am from the Northern People."

"I wonder if the books that Langjun bought should be sent back to his hometown? If so, there is no need to be such a trouble. Our store has opened this month in Yecheng. Langjun's relatives and friends can go to Yecheng to take a look."

"Youdian is also printing books in Yecheng?"

"Yes, no, ordinary books are in Yecheng Seal, but books such as "Hualin Binluo" are sealed in Xiyang and shipped to Yecheng branch for sale. Of course, the branch also accepts booked books."

When Kong Yingda heard this, his only idea was to write a letter quickly, asking his father and relatives and friends to send someone to Yecheng to read. He chose a few books on the book list and was about to pay the money, but several people walked in at the door.
Chapter completed!