"You, you!"

Han Qi came to the Shen family and started to squirt as soon as they met, "You made a stone note. What do you want to do? You want those people to have to buy it, so you are so bored?"

"Childishly funny!"

Han Qi was politely eating the Shen family's braised beef while drinking the Shen family's fine wine, and spraying Chen'an at the same time.

"As far as I know, at least five families in Bianliang are preparing carvings. Then others will buy carvings directly. What's the use of you?"

Chen An started a little late, and a piece of cattle tripe was grabbed away by Han Qi. He said angrily, "Han Xiang knows why those people are not happy to play movable type?"

"Just afraid." Han Qi took a sip of wine and shook his head happily, saying: "It was difficult to study, and most people worked in the fields. Those who could study successfully would naturally look down on those people. As soon as they were movable, they would gradually become cheaper.

Nowadays, there are a small group of people who are afraid that more people will come to study and that more people will succeed in studying.

And more people just look down on the books printed in movable type and feel that the words are unsightly. In addition, you are a general of the New Deal, how could those people agree with your actions?”

Although Old Han looks like a pig, he is really loud in his heart.

There is such a prime minister in the Song Dynasty, at least Chen An thinks it is good.

"But there is another problem, not that many gentlemen." Han Qi smiled, and when Chen An was dazed, he took the opportunity to eat more and eat more.

The braised pig's ears are crispy, and it's best to drink wine.

The pork belly is also good, the most delicious thing is beef, the thorny one is just stuffed.

"They made the carved plate?"

Chen An laughed and Han Qi said, "Of course, if the carved version comes out, the children in my husband's family will ask for a copy."

Chen An said, "This is a book."

"So what?" Han Qi said carelessly: "Do you have to give you money?"

"yes!"

Chen An was very serious, Han Qi was stunned, "No one wants money, you..."

"But if someone doesn't agree, can someone else print something?"

this……

Han Qi thought about it carefully, "It seems that it can't."

The Song Dynasty attached great importance to contracts and protected certain personal powers.

Does copyright count?

Chen An immediately entered the palace with a memorial.

"Your Majesty, Chen An said that there is a problem with the Song Dynasty, that is, someone has worked hard all his life to write a book, and someone can print it for sale without spending money. He suggested that this move should be changed. In the future, if that person decides, he will not want money if he is willing to print it, and if he is unhappy to print it, he will not print it."

Zhao Shu was stunned.

He thought this was a wonderful thing.

During the new policy, Ouyang Xiu's clique caused a sensation because it was copied and printed. What if it was not given? At least the impact would be much smaller.

"Good idea!"

What Zhao Shu thought was completely different from what Shen An thought, but it did not prevent Chen An from secretly having fun at home after receiving the news.

"When I let go, I said that the court said that there will be no author's permission from now on, so printing will not be allowed. Who dares...haha!"

The booksellers in Bianliang didn't think there was any problem.

Because their business is mainly based on some past classics, as well as collections and works of modern people, these people will not ask for money.

Just like the self-published publication in later generations, I am helping you become famous! What other copyright fees do you dare to ask for?

So Chen An got the name of asking for money from the Bianliang bookseller.

But then Chen An let go of the words.

——From then on, the Shen family’s bookstore specially collected it. It has good writing and the royalties are excellent. Welcome to submit it!

At this point, Chen An’s layout became clear.

He wants to use this form to promote movable type printing.

Good intentions!

But who sees it?

The literati shook his head disdainfully.

"Are you crazy?" Wang Rong came to hear the news, "You can just treat things as a pastime, and you have to make a business. No one can watch them. They are all the people in the city, and the impact is limited."

hehe!

Chen An smiled and said, "Do you know what true qi is?"

"What?" Wang Rong frowned: "The steam engine the students in the academy made?"

Chen An shook his head, "Do you know what it means to upgrade and fight monsters?"

"I don't know, you're good at it, don't do it anymore. Also, you said last time that you lacked a teacher now, and students in the academy can also teach."

Wang Rong didn't think Chen An could make any noise.

So a few days later, a group of poor literati from Bianliang gathered in the dark fragrance.

"Remember, this is called fighting monsters and upgrading. You must make readers unable to stop and make them think a lot."

"There is that... Is it good at bragging, do you understand? A cow is over a thousand pounds, but that is a divine cow. A divine cow must have countless pounds, and it can cut off the imperial city with one foot... At this moment, Mr. Han shouted, and then a sword ball spurted out from his nostrils. The sword ball bounced open and turned out to be a flying sword. The flying sword flew straight into the sky, and the sword slashed the head of the divine cow. That blood! It flowed overwhelmed and flooded the city of Bianliang... "

"We must let go of your brains, we can write anything, for example, fabricate a group of gods, they fight each other, what are they fighting? Fighting Spirit Stones."

"The Dragon Sinking Picture, What's the Spirit Stone for?" asked a poor literati.

"Spirit stones are transformed by spiritual energy. Do you understand compression? They have been compressed in the spiritual vein for billions of years! What a great spirit stone, countless gods are competing for, young man...what is your name?"

The poor literati said excitedly: "Sometimes called Wang Ka."

"Good name, the young Wang Ka's parents were killed by their opponents. Wang Ka carries a deep revenge on the sea of ​​blood to seek immortal cultivation. During this period, he went through thousands of obstacles and finally successfully killed his opponent. Are you happy?"

Everyone nodded, "It's great!"

"This is just an example. You can think about it yourself. After writing it, you will give it to the bookstore for review. There is no need to worry about the manuscript fee for a good book. The more you have, the better. Go."

Chen An looked at the poor literati out with a smile, and Wang Tiande asked, "What do you want to do with them?"

Chen An said, "I want them to leverage this world and let movable type printing spread throughout the Song Dynasty, and to reduce the price of books."

Books cannot be made an obstacle to poor people's reading.

But there is another problem, that is, the lack of teaching staff.

Chen An was about to go and ask for a meeting with Zhao Shu.

...

Outside the imperial city at dawn is still surrounded by zombies.

"The stone story made by Chen An can't stop! Did you buy it?"

"I bought it, but it's not a carved version."

"Who dares to make the carved plate? Chen An offered a reward of 5,000 jin, and he took action when he found someone stealing the seal."

"This person is so rich, it's a headache."

"The key is that this type of movable type... I can actually see it."

"Chen An is here."

It was quite cool in the morning. Chen An made two steamed buns to chew. Someone sniffed, "Chenlong Picture, what kind of steamed buns do you smell like?"

Chen An swallowed a bite of the steamed bun, "Is this a three-fresh steamed bun made at home, have you never eaten it?"

Everyone shook their heads and Chen An said, "This three-fresh steamed bun is made of the most delicious shrimp, dried scallops, and chopped mutton. Make some scallions and spices. It tastes..."

He took another bite and went to the front with satisfaction as he listened to the sound of swallowing.

"This is an unethical person. Someone is worried that the court will make a fool of himself, so he didn't eat anything. He was hungry, hungry!"

"There are things on the side, and there are also mutton steamed buns."

The vendors took the opportunity to shout: "Mutton buns, the fat sheep that just came from the northwest!"

The officials were so salivated by Chen An that they went out to buy mutton steamed buns.

"There is a lot of mutton in the northwest now?"

An official asked the vendor by the way.

While doing business, the vendor said, "Many. Now the Western thieves in the northwest, bah! The court said that they are also from the Song Dynasty and are not allowed to be called Western thieves. The herders in the northwest now do not use swords and guns, and specialize in grazing, so there are many cattle and sheep! Now, let alone sheep, there are even fat cattle, but they still need to cover up some selling."

"Everything is fat?" The official was obviously greedy.

"Yes!" said the hawker proudly: "The cattle and sheep dealers said that the original shepherds could not afford to eat mutton. Now, the powerful and powerful people have been cleaned up and they have grazed for themselves. The caravans in Bianliang used to be fair in the past, but they just sold a batch of cattle and sheep, and the money they received was more than in the past year..."

The Song Dynasty was rich and supported commerce.
To be continued...