Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: Strike Early_1 Chapter 1066: Chapter 1066: Strike Early_1 “It’s simply creating a clay block, carving the characters onto it, and then firing the clay like pottery to harden it. Line up the individual characters in a mold, brush on the ink, and you can print.” Tong Sanlang explained the principle.

Yang Wenxiao held the mold and examined it closely by the candlelight, sketching out the production process in his mind as he listened to Tong Sanlang.

“Can it really be done like this?” Astonishment filled his face.

“Poverty is the mother of invention, Xiaomai and I asked the Bookstore, and they actually don’t pay silver upfront. They only give us silver for the number of copies sold. How would we know the actual number they sell? Xiaomai and I didn’t dare hand over our novel to them,” Tong Sanlang added.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced back at him, “Is it Qianjia Bookstore?”

“Yes.”

Yang Wenxiao let out a breath and said, “That’s owned by the Shen Family. When Daqi was first established, I needed to issue silver bills but didn’t know how to print them. I had to seek printing technologies from the Shen Family and promised to use them solely for printing silver bills, never for any other purpose.”

“Who would have thought you two would actually develop a new printing method.”

As he spoke, he turned the small clay block over in his hands, inspecting each one.

Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai were unaware of this hidden story; they exchanged glances, and Tong Sanlang continued, “Well, we won’t have to deal with the Shen Family in the future, then.”

“Are you saying you’re handing this printing business over to me?” Yang Wenxiao asked at his words.

Tong Sanlang nodded, “With just Xiaomai and me, we can’t handle this job. In the future, once the novel is published, we’ll give one tael silver for every copy sold. What do you think?”

“One tael of silver? This business could work,” Yang Wenxiao burst into a smile.

The average storybooks and travelogues were priced at several taels of silver per copy; Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang asking for just one tael was very reasonable.

He added a reminder, “This new invention of yours is good. Let’s forget about the matter with Bai Zhi, but if she causes trouble again, come to me. I’ll support you. But try to avoid openly humiliating the Royal Family whenever possible.”

“Yes,” both Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai replied.

“Alright, you must be tired after your journey. Go rest early; I will provide two palace maids and two eunuchs to assist you,” Yang Wenxiao handed the mold back to the eunuch behind him and made to leave.

Hastily, Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang said, “We wish the Emperor Emeritus a good rest.”

Yang Wenxiao waved his hand, “Rest early. From now on, providing your three meals a day is up to you.”

They hurriedly agreed once more.

After Yang Wenxiao left, the palace maids and eunuchs assigned to them came over, stating that hot water was ready to serve them for washing.

Tong Sanlang instructed them to bring in the bath tub and dismissed the rest.

By the time the two had bathed and lain down on their beds, it was late at night. Xiaomai had been jostled all day in the carriage, her whole body aching. Tong Sanlang gently massaged her, easing her discomfort.

As he caressed Xiaomai’s snow-white and delicate skin, Tong Sanlang’s gaze darkened, “Good thing I made my move early.”

As soon as he knew Yang Ye wanted to take Xiaomai away, he immediately went to confess to her. Even though he was rejected, he had at least left a mark in her heart.

Every man that came after would have to get in line behind him.

Indeed, his actions at that time weren’t rash but showed foresight!

Xiaomai lay on the soft and smooth silk quilt, her eyes half-closed, drifting towards sleep. Hearing his words, she hummed a response, drowsily saying, “Let him talk nonsense.”

“If I don’t like him myself, even his decree of marriage would be useless.”