End of June.

 Zhang Yue has been studying in the county for more than three months.

Although the hottest period is over, it is still unbearably hot for Pucheng, which is located in Fujian Province.

 After eating a bowl of sour soup, I felt a little relieved from the heat.

 Zhang Yue recalled this sour soup. The sourness stimulates body fluids, and the body fluids produce sweetness. It is definitely the best way to relieve summer heat.

The chief and Zhang Yue sat together on the terrace under the shade of a tree to cool off, drinking sour soup, which was particularly enjoyable.

As the mountain wind blew, Zhang Yue drank another bowl of sour soup. The taste was unparalleled.

A roommate next to the chief saw that Zhang Yue's bowl was empty, so he picked up his bowl and filled the bucket with soup.

 “Senior brother can’t help me, I’ll go by myself!”

 “It’s just a matter of effort.” The man smiled.

"Brother Zhang Xian, please let others do the errands like this." The chief of the restaurant sat with his feet crossed and smiled, "It's true that you are there. I didn't expect that you would be able to do such things at such a young age. I never thought of you."

After winning the county school carving workshop, I can earn this money."

“Isn’t it possible that the income from engraving books will not allow the chief to recover the money he spent on the engraving workshop?”

Zhai laughed: "How can it be so easy."

 Zhang Yue picked up the newly served sour soup, and he was a greedy person.

Zhang Yue said: "Zhai Chief, this money is nothing. If the Zhan Chief wants to run the business, then please invite a few more craftsmen. To be honest, our work is too slow. If we have more people, we can still use it in other carving workshops."

Make more money before the imitation comes out."

The chief of the village sighed after hearing this. The small carving workshop in the county school does not have an advantage.

"How can we compare to other engraving workshops? It took two months from engraving to publishing, but a large engraving workshop only takes half a month to make a complete copy. If I can sell it for half a year, I can sell at least 5,000 copies.

That’s it.”

Zhang Yue thought to himself, the main reason is that there is no such thing as copyright in this era. If we really let them have a monopoly and prevent other carving workshops from plagiarism, then they can create a brand of "Two years to solve the test and three years to save the test", and they can make a steady stream of money in the future.

Already.

Zhang Yue said: "I have learned a lot from this. The craftsmen in Dachengfang are more experienced in making paper and ink than us, and they are also sophisticated in paper and ink printing. For example, the Shunchang book paper they use is not only cheaper than ours, but also has better workmanship."

They were even better than us, and we even asked the Fang family to add notes and sources of allusions to the book. In the end, when the two families compared it, it seemed as if we had copied them, and what was even more annoying was that they sold it cheaper than us."

 This can really be described as the feeling of being defeated by db, and then the bad money drives out the good money.

 Zhang Yue indeed did not expect that Jianyang bookstores would be so developed at this time.

Taking Chonghua Square in Jianyang as an example, every room is full of books, and there are many merchants and merchants from all over the world. There are two large gatherings on the first and sixth days of each month, and two small gatherings on the tenth day.

 The people here can truly be said to be "using knives and hoes, making plates and fields". Although there are many engraving shops, they have no worries about not having books to sell, and booksellers from all over the world gather here.

By the Southern Song Dynasty, there were similar copyright notices among Jianyang bookstores. This was also the earliest copyright notice. One company was not allowed to imitate books from other stores, but there is no such notice at present.

Zhang Yue said: "There are two ways below the chief. One is to take advantage of the money we make and share it. The other is to use the money to expand the bookstore, hire more craftsmen, and buy some fine engravings.

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Hearing Zhang Yue's words, the chief of the village showed hesitation in his eyes, and finally said: "I think it's better to forget it, let's just leave it as it is! Saburo doesn't think I'm short-sighted, right?"

 Zhang Yueshan smiled and said: "The chief is a smart man, and many people don't know what it means to be safe. It's too late for me to admire you."

Zhang Yue really didn’t mean to force it. This was something he did naturally. Running a business requires a lot of energy.

 This is not as easy as working-study.

The publishing industry in the Song Dynasty was limited to imperial examination books because of the increasing popularity of schools. But in the final analysis, the Song Dynasty was more prosperous than the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but the literacy rate was not as good as the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

 Therefore, there was no market for Zhang Yue's copies of several Ming and Qing Chinese-language novels in the Song Dynasty, but they were not very popular and the market was limited.

If the chief has this intention, Zhang Yue can help him, and there is no need to worry about selling. But the chief has no such ambition, and Zhang Yue will not force it. He will just let nature take its course, as long as he does not let nature take its course when it comes to studying.

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 In feudal society, merchants were just free to take advantage of others. Once they lost their asylum, anyone could take a bite out of you. The more money they made, the more dangerous they were. On the other hand, once they had asylum, it was not easy to lose money.

Zai Chang ordered someone to bring the account book, then he stepped back and said, "Please ask Saburo to take a look at it."

 Zhang Yue smiled, he liked the other party's openness very much, and it was not a waste of his time to help him make a fortune.

 Zhang Yue did not expressly say that he should not read it. Instead, he read it carefully. He said: "Based on this, we made a total of more than 500 yuan during this trip."



 Zhang Yuexin said, "I'm a scientific monk. I can understand it if I can't read classical Chinese before time travel, but it's too inferior if I can't even understand a four-legged account."

He said: "It's easy to say, I know a thing or two about everything."

The chief said: "I paid for the labor, paper, ink and engravings. Our balance is divided into 37 cents as agreed, which is 152 taels and 632 taels. Sanlang will take a look at it again. I will give it to you in a few days."

I will give you the money."

 It was almost as expected. Zhang Yue came up with the idea himself and didn't even go to the recording room twice, so he accepted the ratio of 30:70.

 Zhang Yue picked up a pen and made notes on the account book, and then said: "If it hadn't been for Xuezheng to bring the questions this time, you and I wouldn't have been able to make this money. Let's not forget the well digger when we drink water, and we have to make up for it with a thank you gift afterwards."

Zhai admires the authentic: "Saburo is really kind, this kind of gratitude comes out of me, and never the coldness, and then give it to Xuezheng in the name of you and me."

“It’s a pleasure to work with the chief of the restaurant.” Zhang Yue nodded and refused.

The chief laughed and said: "Sanlang, I am your friend. If you have an idea to make a fortune next time, don't forget that I am the one."

"must."

Zhang Yue calculated that one hundred and fifty-two guan plus the previous 30-plus guan, he already had a net worth of 190 guan. It was not a problem to buy back his own house, and he even owed Peng Jingyi two hundred guan.

But after paying it back, I did some calculations and found that a certificate is now worth two hundred guan, which is enough to support me in becoming a monk.

 During dinner, Zhang Yue, Guo Lin, Wu Rang, and Qian Qiming were still eating second- and third-class meals in the dining hall, hoping to become first- and second-class officials.

 Zhang Yue couldn't help but pause, thinking that he was a man with a net worth of 190 yuan, but he was still eating second-class food. He really didn't forget his original intention.

“Let’s go eat snacks and eat meat together tomorrow!” Zhang Yue suggested.

Guo Lin thought for a while and agreed: "Over the past two months, I have saved half a fortune in the transcription office. How about I treat you to sesame sesame cakes tomorrow?"

 “Half a drop of money!” Qian Qiming looked envious, while Wu Rang curled his lips.

Qian Qiming said: "After I paid the money for fasting this month, my pocket is empty. Otherwise, I usually rely on three senior brothers for help. In fact, I am asking you all."

The three of them all laughed and said, "Qiming, you are the youngest, so it is natural for us to take care of you."

Zhang Yue said: "Okay, you can eat sesame sesame cakes anytime. How about I treat you to haggis soup cakes tomorrow?"

Qian Qiming's mouth watered when he heard this, as if he smelled the aroma of mutton, and said: "Sanlang is generous!"

 “Sanlang is so heroic!”

 “Sanlang Shuangli!”

Wu Rang smiled and said, "Sanlang has nothing to say to us."

 Zhang Yue smiled when he heard this.

When everyone finished eating and washing dishes, Guo Lin whispered to Zhang Yue: "Junior brother, I actually made more than 700 yuan, so I didn't tell the truth in front of them just now."

 Zhang Yue hesitated to speak, and finally swallowed his words and said: "Senior brother, it's really amazing. But senior brother, how much money you make must be kept deep in your heart, don't tell others."

 That’s right, Zhang Yue is tight-lipped than Peng Jingyi when it comes to making a fortune by keeping silent.

"I know, I'm just telling you, junior brother, that you haven't gone to transcribe the books from the office recently. I said that although the money for the books is small, but it adds up over time... Junior brother, I tell you, don't look down on these small amounts of money.

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Zhang Yue was not interested in listening to Guo Lin's chatter, so he asked: "How did the two of them look when I went to eat haggis soup cakes just now?"

Guo Lindao: "Junior Brother Qian is okay, but Brother Wu seems to be indifferent when I say he eats sesame sesame cakes. When you say you want to eat haggis soup cakes, your expression is not the same."

After sleeping together for a few months, everyone’s personalities gradually emerged.

 Qian Qiming is carefree and has no scheming ideas.

This Wu Rang was different. He was very enthusiastic towards Zhang Yue at first and often asked about his second brother. When Guo Lin spilled the beans one day, he learned that his second brother had not sent any mail to Zhang Yue since he left home.

After writing the letter, we became a little distant. After all, we were still classmates, but we just didn't have the same enthusiasm as before.

There will be no classes at the county school on the first day of the lunar month. Zhang Yue will go home at this time, and Guo Linze and Zhang Yue will stay at the dormitory school. In the past two days, Wu Rang will go to bed full of alcohol.

 Thinking of his repeated arrears in paying the school's food allowance, the two of them became worried.

Zhang Yue said: "We don't care about other people's affairs. As long as Wu Rang can get along with us in person on weekdays, it will be fine. After a while, we will change beds. Wu Rang sleeps with Wu Jing Ke, so we have nothing to do with him.

Already."

Guo Lin nodded and said: "Junior brother is right. I don't usually have a playful smile, but when I say serious things, there is still some truth."

 Zhang Yue couldn't help but roll his eyes at Guo Lin: "Brother, how is Sanniang?"

 Guo Lin……
To be continued...