The new book of the burning prairie star

Chapter 170: A little kindness, a lot of hatred, the world is dangerous

"Ah, you want me to invest in it?" Manager Fang was a little surprised when he heard him inviting him to invest in Hongshu Book Store.

"Yes, I still have to study in the capital. When I came back this time, I never thought about doing business. It's just that I have a grudge with Zhang Zhengyang, so I took over the Hongshu Book Store." Yang Biao told the truth.

"Oh, then how do you want me to buy in?" Shopkeeper Fang has been looking for a shop recently, planning to reopen a bookstore.

Since Yang Biao invited him, it would be better to do business with someone you are familiar with, so of course Manager Fang was willing to accept the invitation.

"As for the capital to open the store, we will each contribute half, and naturally we will each get half of the profit sharing." Yang Biao originally wanted to return the bookstore to him at the original price, as he did not make money from it.

But he changed his mind and thought that kindness can only be resented when there is a small amount of kindness, and the world is treacherous. He wanted to use this bookstore as a library for the children of Yangjia Village, letting them read books, but he still needed to continue dealing with Manager Fang, so he gave up this decision.

The results of the provincial examination were about to be announced, and he had to return to the city to study. Someone had to be in charge of Hongshu Bookstore, and Yang Lin was too young and still needed to study.

The other people around him are either warriors or illiterate. In comparison, Shopkeeper Fang is the best partner.

"Okay, I agree. Let's write a contract." Shopkeeper Fang couldn't wait to get the pen and ink, and wrote the contract according to what the two had just discussed. After he finished writing it, he handed it to Yang Biao for review, and ran to several shops next door and called three bosses to come over as witnesses.

"Yes, that's okay." Yang Biao read the content carefully, pressed his fingerprints, and signed his name. Everyone signed and sealed it, and then it was sent to the county government for filing and not discussed further.

“Yang Biao, what is this…?” Shopkeeper Fang arrived at the printing room and found a lot more printing tools.

"Oh, it's clay movable type printing." Yang Biao smiled. This is one of the four great inventions in ancient times.

"Glue?" This can also be used for printing. Manager Fang had never heard of it before.

"It is to carve the fonts with clay, fix them with a strong fire, and then arrange them together and print them in the order of the text in the book. If the order of the text is different next time, you can decompose it and arrange it again." Since the two of them are already partners, Yang Biao will naturally teach him everything he knows.

"But what if the printing surface is uneven?" If the glue is made big and small, how to solve it? Shopkeeper Fang expressed his doubts.

"If the surface is uneven, you can put wax and resin in an iron frame, heat it over a strong fire and then flatten it. This way it will be absolutely flat. As for the different sizes of fonts, that's easy to deal with. Make an iron model and put clay in it to avoid this situation." Yang Biao took out a dozen small iron models and asked Manager Fang to try them out.

"Hey, there's no skill involved, anyone can do it!" Shopkeeper Fang pressed more than 20 clay pieces into the iron model in one go, and when they came out, they were all exactly the same size. He couldn't help but marvel at how convenient it was. "Your brain is really good!"

"The invention of clay movable type was made by a craftsman named Bi Sheng. It has nothing to do with me." Yang Biao waved his hands quickly. This was invented by his ancestors, and he dared not claim the credit for it.

"You have prepared so many characters here, more than twenty character plates." Shopkeeper Fang looked at the pile of neatly arranged clay characters, counting that there were at least twenty to thirty thousand characters, and couldn't help but smack his lips in amazement.

"Using clay movable type and woodblock printing together will make publishing more efficient." Yang Biao was carving on a piece of wood. He was preparing to write another storybook.

"Oh, okay." Shopkeeper Fang was overjoyed. The profit of this script was higher.

The Master taught me to be kind to others since I was young, and I have always done so.

Yang Biao had also been helped by his kindness. It was great that he had not misjudged him.

"Manager Fang, I will go back to the city to study tomorrow. I'll trouble you to run this Hongshu Bookstore from now on." Yang Biao carved a pattern and handed it to Manager Fang.

"Ah, so fast?" Shopkeeper Fang took it and looked at the pattern. It was a picture of a beautiful woman.

"It's not that fast. I've been in this county for more than 20 days." Yang Biao continued to carve the next version. He wanted to complete all the preparations before leaving.

The profit from selling storybooks is really high. In just twenty days, all the money spent on buying the bookstore has been recovered.

"Oh, these books need to be printed in large quantities. In order to save time, can I move into the bookstore?" After all, this bookstore belongs to Yang Biao, so I still need his consent to move in.

After so many years, I am still used to printing books by myself. If I finish late, I can rest in the backyard like before.

"Of course you can. Aren't you half the owner?" Yang Biao smiled. He remembered that Manager Fang had a daughter. "By the way, the room I decorated can be used by your daughter."

"Ah, no need, she has her own room." Manager Fang waved his hands hurriedly. He heard from Kou Shaochi that everything in that room was arranged by Yang Biao for Xia Weiwei personally. How could this be possible?

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse. Let your daughter take a look at the house. If she doesn't like it, then forget it." Yang Biao didn't force it. The house was just Xia Weiwei's temporary residence in the county town. He had never intended to let her live there forever. She should stay at Wangfu Restaurant when she comes back.

"Brother Biao, you have to take good care of Weiwei. She is pregnant and her temper is bound to be quick. You have to give in to her and don't use force." Xiao Zhang repeatedly told her eldest son that as a real man, he should not argue with women.

"Mom, I get it. I won't hit her. By the end of February next year, you will be able to become a grandmother smoothly. Don't worry." Yang Biao smoothed her drooping hair and felt a little sad when he saw that there were a lot more white hairs.

"Mom, Xiaolian and Fanghua should get married soon. I have hired four younger ones for you to come to our house to protect you and Xiaohua. Remember to bring them with you when you go out, okay?" Hiring guards is troublesome, so it is better to buy more people and save the trouble. You don't have to worry about such things happening.

So Yang Biao bought her four girls who had learned martial arts since childhood. The four girls were sold again by the government because their masters were convicted of crimes.

"Xiao Lian and Fang Hua are getting married. After so many years of love, I must give them some dowry," Xiao Zhang turned around and was about to go to her room to get money, but was stopped by Yang Biao.

"Mom, I've already given it to them. You have to promise me first that you will take Xu Jing and Wu Meixian with you whenever you go out." Yang Biao held her hand and insisted that she promise him.

Although Xiao Zhang is illiterate, she will definitely do what she promises.

The other two people protected Yang Xiaohua. If she got married in the future, the two of them would follow her to her husband's house and continue to protect her.

"Okay, Mom promises you that I will take them with me whenever I go out." Seeing that her eldest son was so concerned about her safety, little Zhang couldn't help but be moved.

"Hey, who is this? He looks like my dead son's nephew who became a scholar." Just as the mother and son were reluctant to say goodbye, a discordant voice was heard outside the courtyard gate.

"Mom, please go into the house. I'll go take a look." Yang Biao put the clothes that Xiao Zhang made for him into the carriage, signaled her to go in with his eyes, and then drove out of the yard.

"This person has a bad heart. What's the point of reading so much? He is still unfilial. He doesn't even care about his grandparents' life or death. He only cares about enjoying himself."