Two Hundred and Sixty-Two: A Win-Win Deal

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

Throughout the ages, human history has experienced ups and downs several times, but no matter how tragic wars they have experienced, they can always rebuild civilization on top of the ruins as quickly as possible. protection of.

The seeds of civilization still exist, and it will eventually bloom the most gorgeous flowers on the ruins.

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

Civilization has never been exclusive to one family, it is the unique racial wealth of the human race.

Although Cheng Cheng didn't think that deeply, nor did he think that far, but his thoughts were eclectic. His eyes not only saw the present, but also thought about the inheritance of civilization. This alone made him a better person than most of the aristocratic families nowadays. Well, too much.

Jiang Pengji thought for a while, then smiled and asked, "I don't know if Uncle Cheng is willing to give up his love, how many copies can I borrow for my nephew?"

The aristocratic family regards books as their lifeblood, and unless they have a good relationship, they will not lend them out easily, let alone copy them.

Cheng Cheng was very generous, but this person was a little childish, so he also smiled and spoke.

"Of course you can do it, but you have to trade it for something." Cheng Cheng stroked his neatly trimmed beard and said, "Bamboo slips are easy to get damp, heavy and hard to store, and every time you find some slips being eaten by insects, My heart hurts so much. I heard that there is paper in Hejian that is hard to find, but if it is written on bamboo paper, it is light and easy to preserve...I heard that the workshop is your mother's dowry?"

Mrs. Cheng Cheng, who was sitting in the carriage, almost gritted her teeth in anger when she heard her husband's nonsense words.

"Lanting don't want to listen to this man's nonsense, his precious bumps are not worth a lot of money." Mrs. Cheng Cheng unceremoniously revealed her husband's background, and said in a shameful tone, "If you like which book,

Just tell your aunt. You don't need to listen to Uncle Cheng's words. "

Cheng Cheng's face blushed, and he secretly wanted to ask his wife for forgiveness, at least to give him some face in front of the younger generation.

Seeing their husband and wife interacting, Jiang Pengji couldn't help laughing.

"The paper-making workshop is indeed my mother's dowry. The amount of paper produced each year is limited, and most of them are ordered for each household. If Uncle Cheng likes it, my nephew will ask the housekeeper to leave a few dollars for you to send to the house..."

Hearing what she said, Cheng Cheng couldn't help but get serious, and quickly explained.

"Lanting has misunderstood this. No matter how unscrupulous my uncle is, he still wants this old face. How can I take advantage of a junior? Uncle originally meant that if you take these books back to copy, you can help uncle copy a copy by the way. The cost of paper, pen and ink used is calculated according to the market price. There are more and more letters, and my uncle is getting older, and I don’t know how long I can take care of them.”

Not to mention the bulkiness of bamboo slips, they are also very difficult to preserve. They have high requirements on the storage environment, otherwise they will become moldy or be eaten by insects.

Almost every one of the tens of thousands of bamboo slips has been bound again, because of damp and mildew, and the handwriting is illegible.

When transcribing, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes or omissions. In order to ensure that the content of the book is good, he always checks it back and forth several times, and then asks his sons to help proofread it. After confirming that it is correct, he re-edits it. The project is extremely expensive.

Ever since bamboo paper came out, he had thought about replacing the bamboo slips with paper instead.

However, the scale of the paper-making workshop has not been expanded for a long time, and the annual output of paper is almost monopolized by a few noble families, so he can't order it at all.

This is very painful.

Jiang Pengji rolled her eyes, and answered with a smile, "My nephew can't handle this handwriting. You can see for yourself. If you bring it in front of your uncle, wouldn't it be a trick? How about this? My nephew provides the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Make a copy and give it to my nephew. Pens, inks, papers and inkstones are provided free of charge, so I should treat them as embellishers for my uncle..."

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

Before Jiang Pengji finished speaking, a sachet flew towards her head, and she raised her hand to grab it to avoid suffering.

"Irreverent, what kind of person is your Uncle Cheng, how can you make such a joke?"

Liu She had a cold face, he was the one who threw out the sachet.

Cheng Cheng hurriedly stopped, and teased Liu She, "Why is Zhongqing angry? But angry at his son for making a loss-making business?"

Even though Cheng Cheng didn't pay much attention to common affairs, he still knew how expensive Hejian bamboo paper was.

To finish copying those tens of thousands of bamboo slips, the bamboo paper consumed is not a small amount.

Of course, many of his letter slips are peerless and unique copies, and their value is not low.

Liu She said, "Wen Fu misunderstood. Bamboo paper is expensive outside, but my family can't spend a few bucks on it. This kid is so confused today that he wants to use some paper in exchange for Wen Fu's full library of books. Such a black heart merchants, unheard of, unseen.”

Cheng Cheng laughed out loud, and stroking his beard to Jiang Pengji, "A tiger father has no dogs, and he has the style of being a father."

Liu She: "..."

He believed that Cheng Cheng had scolded people very badly. He just said that Jiang Pengji was a black-hearted profiteer, but Cheng Cheng turned around and mocked him even more black.

No... Who are the father and daughter?

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

Exhausted.

Cheng Cheng responded happily to Jiang Pengji's half-joking words.

"Okay, nephew, as long as the bamboo paper tube you send is enough, I will send you a copy when uncle finishes copying it. The embellishment fee is quite worth it."

Jiang Pengji's face flushed, and she was a little ashamed inside.

Bamboo paper is extremely expensive to outsiders, but my family knows their own affairs, so it is worthless at all.

With such a few papers, tens of thousands of volumes of precious books can be exchanged. This business is so lucrative that even Jiang Pengji feels a little shameless... But Cheng Cheng responded so generously, without the slightest hint of displeasure , which made her feel a lot.

Actually, Cheng Cheng also felt a little ashamed, feeling that he took advantage of the junior.

He is not a person who cherishes his own broom, those books are precious to him, but if others want to borrow them and copy them, he will readily agree.

However, just copying 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, and the worries of the future are solved. It seems that both parties are at a loss.

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

"Thank you uncle, my nephew will definitely cherish it."

Cheng Cheng stroked his beard and smiled. For a book lover, there is nothing more pleasing to him than this promise.

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