Chapter 381： legend

The reeds swayed in the wind, and the armored soldiers on both sides of the strait were separated a little further, listening to the screams on the ship gradually listening.

"Quick, quick, swim over."

The team was snarling, and they could swim in the river desperately toward the boat.

Zhang Ling and a few Taoist officials looked in the reeds, their faces were dignified, and it was no wonder that the original people did not notice that the army and the individuals were completely different. Several people had a moral, and it should not be too easy to hide them.

Without control, the boat went down the river, and many soldiers swam desperately to catch up.

There were corpses everywhere on the ship's deck, blood was still flowing like a stream, and the river was flushed with red.

Pei Ziyun seemed somewhat uncomfortable, went to the ship's side, took Xiao from his waist, and Xiao Sejingying played with natural patterns.

Xiao Sheng's undulations seemed to be lingering, more pessimistic and persistent.

Everyone is their own protagonist.

Zhang Hu, who just heard the name just now, has extremely powerful spear skills. Seeing this situation, it is just a big one. Pei Ziyun doesn't think that talented people can go high, but to practice such martial arts, I do n’t know how much Hard work, how much sweat.

In addition, as long as a war occurs, as long as such people do not die, they can rely on their exploits.

Maybe his future is a star.

Not to mention Hoop.

But such a person is dead, and there is nothing left. Because of this, he becomes more persistent. With this thought, Xiao Sheng is deeper.

At this time, a team was leading a few good people who had caught the boat's edge, biting a knife in his mouth to climb, cut a bit in his mouth, blood flowed out, listening to the sound of Xiao, his neck was bulging, and more Climbing hard: "The thief dares to be so insulting!"

Only a few songs, the armored soldiers climbed to the deck with a few shouts, and surrounded up to Pei Ziyun, the long knife in the sun, with cold light.

"Kill!" The team was screaming, his face shivering.

"Thunder from!" A flash of light flashed, followed by Jian Guang, the head and stump splashed, Pei Ziyun took out a silver jug ​​in his arms, took a sip of his head, and the wine overflowed in front of Hu Pu. He poured it half a circle and said, "Hup, you're good to go."

Then, Pei Ziyun glanced at the armored soldier who continued to climb up, stepped down, and landed on the water.

The flat boat was not far away, and Pei Ziyun walked on the water, just a few steps, and landed on the flat boat. At this time, someone got on the boat and screamed and roared, and the soldier turned to swim toward Pei Ziyun.

Pei Ziyun nodded, and the flat boat quickly slid off the water.

Although Zhang Ling in the reed secretly hated it, seeing this style, he couldn't help but admire it secretly. This is the earth fairy, extraordinary and far away from ordinary people. Long life, long sight, heaven and man. "

Just thinking about it, I sighed a long time. If I did n’t enter the court and became a Taoist official, with my own talent or there is such a possibility, then I think, my look is bleak, my foundation is set, and I do n’t get rid of it. Maybe, don't delusion.

After thinking about it, he turned to a few stunned Taoists: "Not to record the whole process and present it to the court?"

Shentang County Lingyun Bookstore

Shanggang Port is prosperous, with a long street and many shops. There is a lot of shops here, and there is a vibrant culture here. There are many readers, many bookstores (bookstores), and of course there are also supporting bookstores.

This bookstore has been bought, and the inside is very large. The woodworkers are continuing to carve wooden boards. The new ones are already busy printing. The first page is formed. Someone proofreads them, puts them together, and sends them over. "Treasurer, this book has been bound. Now. "

The treasurer took this book, just turned a few pages, and nodded: "OK"

Holding into a room, seeing Ren Wei drinking strong tea, his face was tired, his eyes were bloodshot, and the shopkeeper stepped forward and offered: "Mr. Ren, the third volume already exists."

Ren Wei listened and put the tea cup down: "So fast?"

After taking a closer look, he smiled for a long time: "It's not bad, there is no typo, you've worked hard, rewarded twelve dollars, others, etc., and doubled the salary this month."

"Thank you!" As soon as the shopkeeper was happy and everyone was cheering, he was about to step down. Ren Wei suddenly remembered the command of the host and asked: "Slow, I heard, not only the wood carving plates, but also the movable type. Why do we book? Not in there? "

"Mr. Ren, this is actually for a reason." The shopkeeper had been working in the industry for 20 years, so he changed the club and stayed in office. At this moment, he laughed.

"There is movable type, but it is not necessary."

Seeing Ren Wei's surprise, the shopkeeper explained carefully: "The wooden movable type will swell when it is immersed in water, and the plate will be uneven. After this practice, no one will use it."

"Plastic movable type is okay, but it has to be fired. There are several or even dozens of commonly used characters. It is not easier than carving plates. Most importantly, plastic movable type is fragile."

Ren Wei nodded and asked, "Plastic movable type is fragile. What about copper movable type and lead movable type?"

When it comes to this, the shopkeeper is even happier: "This is the behavior of the family tyrant. Xu Chunqi, the son of a family in the previous dynasty, has acres of land and is a lift. I think the bronze word can be passed down for 100 years, so I have to ask the government for permission. The hired workers carve large and small copper characters, and the script is very fine. "

"The folks are short of copper, the government has cast money, and even five copper and five lead have been collected and sold by melting and refining copper wares, and the profits are huge, forcing the government to reduce the quality of the coin."

"It is clear that folk copper materials are expensive. Xu Chunqi made 200,000 copper characters. It took 11 years and cost 100,000 silver. Almost all the acres were sold out."

"Although it costs a lot of money, when it is done, you can print books and return books." Ren Wei heard it, and was surprised, his eyes flashed.

"Mr. Ren, you don't know the key, as soon as I say, you understand." The shopkeeper said with a smile: "How many readers can read in a county or even a state? How many copies can be printed?"

"Too many prints, this copper type can be recovered, and fewer prints, and even the interest is not enough. As for other states-don't you need money for transportation?"

"So Xu Chunqi finally starved to death, cheapened the court at that time, and bought a whole set of copper movable type. This is the lesson and joke in the industry."

"As for lead type, we can only say that it is cheaper, but it is difficult to make money without printing a million copies."

"The woodcarving version, although it requires carpentry, requires a bit of labor, and has the disadvantages of inconvenient storage, typos that are not easy to correct, and it is easy to rot worms-but it is the most suitable way."

"I'll tell you a little bit. It costs the least in 3,000 copies."

Ren Wei was immediately clear-hearted, nodding his head again and again, simply saying that the purchasing power is not strong, printing is not much, and transportation is not convenient, so even if the copper movable type lead movable type is invented, it is useless and dare to use it.

At the moment, I thought about replying to the protagonist: "It seems that the protagonist's idea is not working."

After solving this problem, Ren Wei said, "This is the case. According to the order of the principal, the proofreading book has spread to the state immediately."

"Other states must have begun. You are Taoists, and you can easily contact each other. You will make unified arrangements." Ren Wei said with a calm expression, and said to Taoists, "Also, contacting the storyteller must also be carried out. It is necessary in the early stage. At times, it can be bribed. As long as it spreads, it will be difficult for other storytellers not to follow up. "

"Understand!" Song Yunmen also knew the mission and immediately responded.

With the printing of Zhuzhou Book Bureau, I don't know how many of these books were printed and distributed them to various places.

Chunzao County

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

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

The "sale" said the storyteller, and he couldn't help but regret it when he saw it so quickly.

Such scenes happen everywhere.

Pingyi County

In a tea house, the storyteller had prepared and said, "Today, for us, this is the case of the former champion of the great money toward the Du champion."

Reaching for a shot on the wooden direction table, someone suddenly booed into a piece: "Mr. Li, Du Zhuangyuan's story is almost eight hundred times told, we don't want to listen to this, we want to listen to Zhenjun's story."

"Someone next door has said that Zhenjun cuts the demon and kills the demon, and the demon will kill the demon. Today this guy has gone to the countryside. Before we finish talking, we are all impatient.

The reader's face was a little dissatisfied. He shouted that Pei Ziyun had led an army to fight in the past, which had a greater impact, but in addition to the war-torn areas, many people were unmoved by the people.

But when it comes to single-handedly killing enemy generals, these are the two most popular scripts that people like to listen to—slayers and women.

The killing of the officer is the desire of the people through the ages, but it ca n’t be stated clearly, but now the enemy is killed, the rebel is killed, or the killer is killed by a single shot. It can be said that the most secret desire of the people is satisfied, and it immediately makes a noise.

The storyteller looked at the listener below, and suddenly felt the pressure came up. In fact, he had read Pei Zhenjun's book, but he was a little dissatisfied. Why did Huang Ershi have one or two silvers ~ www.novelhall.com ~ didn't he?

I wanted to delay, but under pressure, Mr. Storyteller suddenly stomped his head, turned his head, thinking about what he had read, and added more than ten years of experience in his storytelling, and he urgently developed new paragraphs. Fly, the crowd below listened enthusiastically.

"It is said that the enemy is several feet tall, with eyes like copper bells, and his upper lip is pinched. The cavities are protruded from the big mouth of the blood basin, and a string of skulls is hanging on the neck, but he is a boy and girl who can eat and gain. Mana is extremely powerful. "

At this point, Mr. Storyteller grabbed the shocked wood and shot it again, screaming with all eyes: "The rank officer, but Zhenjun is a martial art star, and Lang pulls out a sword. This sword is an ancient magic soldier, but has divisional education— — "

Mr. Storyteller was lingering, saying that Debao sword would kill the demon general, and he said, "With the demon soldiers, the blood flowed into the river, as evidenced by the poem. One sword can fight three thousand miles, and one sword can stop millions of soldiers."

"That's good." One of the sons sighed loudly and threw a piece of silver up. The storyteller saw a joy and shouted, "Thank you."

The talk became more vigorous.

It was said that the son who had lost his money was Shen Zhen who hadn't seen him for a long time. Then he stopped listening and thought: "I don't want benefactors to be happy and enmity. The world is famous. Before the army conquest, I ca n’t help. I am also a powerful and powerful player, with martial arts skills, and I can help. I have reached the eleventh level of the thirty-seven swordsmanship, which is an unprecedented peak.

I was thinking that a young girl sitting in the corner covered her face with a black veil, wearing a bucket hat, holding a fox in her hand, listening to Pei Ziyun Li's encounter with Han Ziyuan, her face slightly changed, and she bowed her head and thought: " Pei Ziyun assassinated the king of Lu? Then I will help King Lu and kill the father who killed him. "

Thinking, she got up at the same time as Shen Zhen, both of them were a little surprised, looked at each other, and went out.