Chapter 261

Jiang Pengji is not a good student who loves learning, but she respects and respects all professionals engaged in the field of education.

Through the ages, human history has experienced ups and downs several times, but no matter what tragic war they have experienced, they can always rebuild civilization on the ruins as quickly as possible. The reason is not only that human beings have strong survival toughness, but also the protection of civilization.

The seed of civilization still exists, and it will eventually bloom the most gorgeous flowers and bones on the ruins.

Jiang Pengji naturally respects and yearns for Cheng Cheng's ambition.

Civilization has never been unique to a family. It is the unique racial wealth of the human race.

Although Cheng Cheng didn't think so deeply or so far, his thoughts were not limited to one style. His eyes not only saw the present, but also thought about the inheritance of civilization. With this alone, he was much better than most of the humble aristocratic families nowadays.

Jiang Pengji thought for a moment, smiled and tried, "I don't know if Uncle Cheng would give up his love and lend some copies to my nephew?"

Aristocratic families regard books as their lifeblood. Unless they have a good relationship, they will not lend them easily, let alone copy them.

Cheng Cheng was very generous, but he was a little childish, so he opened his mouth with the same smile.

"Yes, of course, but you have to exchange things." Cheng stroked his neatly trimmed beard and said, "bamboo slips are easily damp, bulky and difficult to keep. It hurts to find that some slips are eaten by insects. It's said that there are thousands of gold in the river. If they are written in bamboo paper, it's light and easy to keep... It's said that the workshop is your mother's dowry?"

Cheng Cheng, sitting in the carriage, almost broke her silver teeth when she heard her husband's nonsense.

"Lanting, don't listen to this man. His precious pimples are not worth a lot of money." Mrs. Cheng impolitely raised her husband's background and said in shame, "if you like which one, just tell your aunt. You don't need to listen to Uncle Cheng."

Cheng Cheng had a red face, secretly wanted to tell his wife to forgive him, or to leave him two points in front of his younger generation.

Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing when she saw their husband and wife interacting.

"The papermaking workshop is really my mother's dowry. The amount of paper produced each year is limited, and most of them are ordered to each family. If Uncle Cheng likes it, I'll ask the housekeeper to leave you some knives and send them to your house..."

Cheng Cheng listened to her and couldn't help but get a deep look on his face and quickly explained.

"Lanting, this is a misunderstanding. No matter how serious your uncle is, he also wants this old face. How can you take advantage of a younger generation? My uncle originally meant that if you take these books back and copy them for your uncle, the cost of paper, pen and ink will be calculated according to the market price. There are more and more books, and my uncle is getting older and older. I don't know how much I can take care of them For a long time. "

Bamboo slips are bulky and difficult to preserve. They have high requirements for the storage environment, otherwise they will be moldy or eaten by insects.

Almost every volume of these tens of thousands of bamboo slips has been re bound because they are damp, moldy and illegible.

When copying, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes or missing words. In order to ensure that the content of the book is good, he always has to compare it back and forth several times, and then let several sons help proofread it, and then edit it again after it is confirmed to be correct. The project is very expensive.

Since bamboo paper came out, he also had the idea to replace bamboo slips with paper.

However, the scale of the paper mill has not expanded, and the paper produced every year is almost monopolized by several gentry, and he can't set it at all.

It hurts.

Jiang Pengji turned her eyes and replied with the same smile, "my nephew can't handle this word. It's OK to see for herself. If you get it in front of my uncle, wouldn't it be a teacher's axe? Let's do this. My nephew provides pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and my uncle transcribes one more for my nephew. Pen, ink, paper and inkstone are free of charge, and I have the right to give it to my uncle..."

Cheng choked on her, and his mind almost didn't turn around.

Before Jiang Pengji finished, a sachet flew towards her head. She raised her hand and grabbed it to avoid suffering.

"Rude, uncle Cheng, how can you make such a joke?"

Liu she was cold, and he threw out the sachet.

Cheng Cheng quickly stopped and teased Liu she, "what's Zhongqing angry about? But he's angry that his son has made a loss?"

Even if Cheng doesn't pay much attention to common affairs, he knows how expensive Hejian bamboo paper is.

If you want to copy the tens of thousands of bamboo slips, the bamboo paper consumed is not a small amount.

Of course, many of his books are unique, and their value is not low.

Liu she said, "Wenfu misunderstood. Bamboo paper is expensive outside, but it doesn't cost his family much. Today, the boy is crazy and wants to exchange some paper for Wenfu man's room to collect books. Such a black hearted merchant has never heard of or seen."

Cheng laughed and stroked Jiang Pengji's beard. "Tiger father has no dog son, there is the wind of father."

Liu she: "

He believes Cheng Cheng is very abusive. He just said Jiang Pengji is a black hearted profiteer. Cheng turned around and mocked him even darker.

No... who is the father and daughter?

Seeing Cheng Cheng and her daughter standing on the same front, Liu she suddenly felt that she was not human inside and outside.

I am so depressed.

Cheng Cheng deserves to be happy about Jiang Pengji's half joking remarks.

"OK, nephew, as long as you send enough bamboo and paper tubes, I'll send you one when my uncle has finished copying. This polishing fee is very worth it."

Jiang Pengji blushed and felt a little ashamed in her heart.

Bamboo paper is very expensive for outsiders, but it's not worth money when your family knows about their own affairs.

With such a few papers, you can exchange tens of thousands of precious books. The business can't earn any more. Even Jiang Pengji feels shameless... But Cheng responds so generously and doesn't look unhappy, which makes her feel a lot.

In fact, Cheng feels a little ashamed and takes advantage of the younger generation.

He is not a person who cherishes himself. He treasures those books, but if others want to borrow and copy, he can readily agree.

However, one more copy can be exchanged for countless precious bamboo papers. In the future, there is no need to worry about the preservation of books. It solves the worries at home. It seems that both sides have suffered losses. In fact, from a different perspective, they have made money.

In other words, the value of some things cannot be measured by gold and silver.

"Thank you, uncle. My nephew will cherish it."

Cheng stroked his beard and smiled. For a man who loves books, nothing could please him more than this promise.