The reeds swayed in the wind, and the soldiers on both sides were a little far apart. He listened to the screams on the boat and gradually listened to the breath.

"Quick, hurry, swim over."

The team was roaring, and they were swimming desperately in the river.

Zhang Ling and a few Taoist officials looked in the reeds, with a serious face. It’s no wonder that the people at the beginning did not realize that the troops and individuals are completely different. A few people have Taoism, so it’s not too easy to hide them.

The ship was out of control and flowed down the river, and many soldiers swam desperately to catch up.

The ship's deck was full of corpses, and blood was still flowing down like a stream, and the river water was dyed red.

Pei Ziyun seemed a little unhappy, so he walked to the side of the boat and took off Xiao from his waist. Xiao Se was crystal clear and natural patterns and started to play.

The sound of Xiao is low and ups and downs, as if it is a contempt for the spring and autumn, and is more obsessed with it.

Everyone is their own protagonist.

Zhang Hu, who heard the name just now, had a very powerful spear technique. Judging from this situation, he was just a little bit of a talented person. Pei Ziyun did not think that talented people could get up to the top, but to practice such martial arts, I don’t know how much effort or sweat it would take to practice such martial arts.

Moreover, when a war occurs, such a person can rise up by his military achievements as long as he does not die.

Maybe his future is a star.

Not to mention Hupu.

But such a person will have nothing when he dies. It is precisely because of this that he is more persistent. With this idea, Xiao Sheng became even deeper.

At this time, a team was leading a few people who were good at swimming, and had already caught the edge of the boat. They climbed with a knife in their mouths, and some of them were cut, and blood was flowing out. Listening to Xiao Sheng, the blue veins on their necks were raised, and they climbed harder: "How dare you insult me ​​like this!"

After the song, several soldiers climbed onto the deck, shouted, and surrounded Pei Ziyun, with a long sword in the sun, carrying a cold light.

"Kill!" the team was shouting, with a ferocious face.

"Thunder!" A lightning flashed, followed by a sword light, and the head and limbs splashed. Pei Ziyun took out a silver wine pot in his arms, raised his head and drank it. The fragrance of wine was everywhere, and poured it in front of Hu Pu for half a circle, saying, "Hu Pu, you can go all the way."

As he said that, Pei Ziyun glanced at the armored soldiers who continued to climb up, stepped down and landed on the water.

The small boat was not far away, Pei Ziyun walked on the water, and in just a few steps, he landed on the small boat. At this time, someone got on the boat and screamed and roared, and the soldiers turned and rushed towards Pei Ziyun.

Pei Ziyun clicked and the boat quickly slid off the water.

Although Zhang Ling in the reed secretly hated him, he couldn't help but secretly admire him when he saw this kind of charm. This is the earth immortal, who is extraordinary and far from ordinary people. He couldn't help but have a thought: "Don't eat grains, walk on the clouds, go back and forth between the mountains, look forever, and behave like a heavenly being."

Just thinking about this, I sighed a long time ago. If I had not entered the court and became a Taoist official, with my own talent, there might be such a possibility. After thinking about this, my expression was dim again, and my foundation was settled and I had no chance of getting rid of it. I should not think about it.

After thinking about it, he turned to the stunned Taoist officials: "Don't you record all the process and submit it to the court?"

Shentang County Lingyun Bookstore

The Shanggang port is prosperous, with a long street for miles, and the shops are dazzling, and there are everything. Moreover, the literary style here is prosperous, there are many scholars, many bookstores (bookstores), and of course there are also supporting bookstores.

This bookstore has been bought, and it is very wide inside. The carpenter is continuing to carve wooden boards. The new one is already busy printing. The page has just been formed, and someone proofreads it, gathered it to bind it, and sent it over: "Shopkeeper, this book has been bound."

The shopkeeper picked up the book and turned over a few pages and said: "Okay"

He held it into a room and saw Ren Wei drinking strong tea, his face was tired and his eyes were covered in blood. The shopkeeper stepped forward and offered him: "Mr. Ren, the third volume is already available."

After hearing this, Ren Wei put down the teacup: "So quickly?"

As he said that, he took it and looked carefully, and smiled for a long time: "It's not bad, there are no typos. Thank you for your hard work, you will be rewarded with ten taels of silver, and others will have doubled your salary this month."

"Thank you!" The shopkeeper was happy, and everyone cheered and was about to retreat. Ren Wei suddenly remembered the order of his lord and asked again: "Stop, I heard that not only are there wood-carved printed boards, but also movable types, why are there not in our bookstore?"

"Mr. Ren, there is actually a reason." The shopkeeper had been working in the industry for twenty years, so he stayed at the position after changing his boss. He laughed at this time.

"There are movable types, but there is no need."

Seeing Ren Wei surprised, the shopkeeper explained carefully: "When the wooden movable type is dipped in water, the plate will expand, and the height of the plate will be uneven. After this practice, no one will use it."

"The movable type of clay is OK, but it needs to be fired. There are several or even dozens of commonly used characters, which is not easier than carving boards. The most important thing is that the movable type of clay is easy to break."

Ren Wei nodded and asked: "The movable type in the clay is easy to break, but what about copper movable type and lead type?"

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper laughed even more happily: "This is the work of those who lost all their money. Xu Chunqi, the son of a certain aristocratic family in the previous dynasty, had tens of millions of acres of family and was also a juren. He thought that the bronze characters could be passed down for a hundred years, so he asked for permission from the government and hired workers to carve large and small bronze characters, and the regular script was very exquisite."

"The people lack copper, and the government has minted coins. Even five coppers and five leads have people who have collected the melted and refined copperware to sell them. There will be huge profits when they turn around, which forces the government to reduce the quality of minting coins."

"It can be seen that the price of folk copper materials is so expensive. Xu Chunqi made 200,000 bronze characters. It took 11 years to spend 10,000 taels of silver, and almost sold out all 10,000 acres to complete it."

"Although it costs a lot, since it is done, you can print books and make a return." Ren Wei was also secretly surprised when he heard this, and his eyes flashed.

"Mr. Ren, you don't know the secret. As soon as I say it, you will understand." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "How many scholars in a county or even a state read it? How many books can they print?"

"If you print too much, you can only get the money back when you print too much. If you print too little, you don't even have enough interest. As for transportation in other states, do you need money?"

"So Xu Chunqi almost starved to death in the end, which made the imperial court cheaply buy a whole set of copper movable type. This is the lesson and joke in the industry."

"As for lead type, we can only say it is cheaper, but it is difficult to make a profit without printing ten thousand copies."

"Although wood carvings require carpentry, it also costs some work and materials, and it has inconvenience to store, and it is difficult to correct typos, and it is easy to decay and worm-eaten, but it is the most suitable way."

"I'll tell you something. Within three thousand books, this is the least cost."

Ren Wei suddenly felt very excited and said repeatedly. To put it simply, it was not very purchasing power, not much printing, and inconvenient transportation, so even if copper movable type and lead movable type were invented, it would be useless. If you dare to use it, you would lose everything.

At that moment, I thought of replying to my lord: "It seems that my lord's idea is not OK."

After solving this, Ren Wei said: "Since this is the case, the proofreading of the book will be immediately spread to the state according to the lord's order."

"Other states must have started construction. You are Taoist, so it is easy to contact, so you will arrange it uniformly." Ren Wei's face froze and said to the Taoist: "Also, the matter of contacting the storyteller must also be carried out. If necessary in the early stage, you can bribe it. As long as it is spread, it will be difficult for other storytellers not to follow up."

"I understand!" The Taoist of Songyun Sect also knew the mission and immediately responded.

With the opening of Zhuzhou Bookstore, there were countless copies of these books printed and distributed to various places.

Chunzao County

A man was saying to the storyteller in front of him: "I have a story, it's very exciting. I want you to rap."

The storyteller had two beards on his mouth, took the book, looked at it, and then put it on the table for a moment, stretching out a finger: "One or two silver."

The man said "the deal", and the storyteller couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw that he agreed so quickly.

Such scenarios happen everywhere.

Pingyi County

In a teahouse, the storyteller had already prepared and said, "Today, let's talk about the matter of Du Zhuangyuan, the former dynasty."

He reached out and slapped the table with his hand and someone booed him immediately: "Mr. Li, Du Zhuangyuan's story has been almost eight hundred times. We don't want to listen to this, we want to listen to the story of the True Lord."

"There are already people next door saying that the True Lord killed demons and killed demons, and the demon generals. Today, this guy went to the countryside. Before he finished speaking, we were all anxious and anxious."

The listeners were a little dissatisfied and shouted that Pei Ziyun had led his army to fight in the past, which had a greater impact, but except for the war-torn areas, there were many people indifferent to the people.

But when it comes to killing enemy generals alone, this is the two favorite scripts that the people like to hear the most.

Killing officials is the desire of the people throughout the ages, but they cannot be said explicitly. However, now they are killing enemy generals, rebel generals, or killing officials alone. It can be said explicitly that satisfy the most secret desires of the people and suddenly become quarrels.

The storyteller looked at the audience below and felt the pressure surged up. In fact, he had read Pei Zhenjun's notebook, but he was a little dissatisfied. Why did Huang Ershi have one tael of silver but he didn't have it?

I wanted to delay, but under pressure, the storyteller immediately stomped his feet and thought about the content he had read. He added more than ten years of experience in teaching and urgently developed new jokes, which made him spit so hard that the crowd below was intoxicated.

"By the way, the enemy general is several feet tall, his eyes are like a copper bell, his upper lip is sniffed, his fangs poked out from his bloody mouth, and there was a string of skeletons hanging around his neck, but he was a boy and girl who could gain magic power, and he was extremely powerful."

Speaking of this, the storyteller grabbed the shocked wood and shot it hard, shouting: "You are the readers, but the Zhenjun is Wu Quxing, and Chulang drew his sword. This sword is an ancient divine weapon, but it has a division of religion."

The storyteller was polite and said that he was killing the demon general with a sword. He said: "With the demon soldiers, they kill blood, and there is a poem to prove that they fight for three thousand miles in one body, and one sword can block millions of soldiers."

"It's OK." A young man exclaimed loudly and threw a piece of silver on it. The storyteller was happy and shouted: "Thank you for the reward."

It became even more exciting.

Speaking of the young master who lost the silver just now, Shen Zhen, who had not seen for a long time, no longer listened carefully at this time, and thought to himself: "I don't want my benefactor to be grateful for his grudges and be famous all over the world. In the past, I, Shen Zhen, couldn't help with the army. Now I have switched to intercepting him. I am also a powerful man with martial arts and can still help. I have practiced the thirty-seventh sword technique to reach the eleventh level. It can be said to be an unprecedented peak, just to go."

Just as he was thinking, a girl sitting in the corner covered her face with a black veil, wearing a hat, holding a fox in her hand. Listening to Pei Ziyun's efforts to kill Han Ziyuan, her face changed slightly, and she lowered her head and pondered: "Pei Ziyun assassinated the general of King Lu? Then I will help King Lu and kill this thief who killed his father."
Chapter completed!