I rely on the words of the husband [farming]

Zhang Chunli went home. Zhang Xiaowu just returned from playing truant from the county academy yesterday, and he hasn't had time to go back yet. With a dazed and joyful face, he asked, "What's the matter, mother, what did the village chief say?" Could the village chief still promote something good?

Zhang Chunli approached mysteriously and said, "Look at what this is?"

Zhang Chunli stretched out her hand, in the palm of which was the rapeseed she had just peeled on the road.

Zhang Xiaowu glanced at it and couldn't recognize it, so he said impatiently: "I don't know what it is, mother, don't be fooled."

"This is rapeseed. I heard that it can be used to extract oil. In the future, if you want to eat stir-fried vegetables, you will use oil!"

Zhang Xiaowu looked suspicious: "Is this the thing? It can also extract oil? Mother, you should find a good reason to deceive people."

"It's true." When she heard her son's rebuttal, she also forgot that she had the same suspicion just now, "This was verified by the village chief, and I also checked the oil, it is real oil, clear and bright, and beautiful. "

"By the way, I heard that the boy from the Zheng family discovered it."

"The Zheng family? Zheng Cheng'an?" Zhang Xiaowu asked.

Zhang Chunli: "Yes, that kid is really capable."

Zhang Xiaowu said angrily: "How can he have any ability? It's not right to be a good scholar, and he just does some shameful things."

"By the way, mother, this kid must have no good intentions. You must not believe what he said. This oil must be fake. He deliberately deceived people. We can't squeeze it!"

Zhang Chunli hesitated: "But...others in the village are in a hurry to chop wild vegetables." If she didn't go, she always felt a little panicked.

Zhang Xiaowu said: "Mother, if they want to go, let them go. After they have wasted their efforts and hard work, they will know how clever we are, and they will definitely vomit that guy to death by then."

Zhang Chunli frowned, embarrassed to say that she thought her son was a little whimsical this time, and everyone in the village knew about it, so how dare Zheng Chengan lie!

Zhang Xiaowu saw that his mother was not happy, so he deliberately said: "Mother, do you not believe what I said, and insist on believing that guy's lies?"

How could Zhang Chunli make her son unhappy because of an outsider, and immediately said: "How is it possible! Mother won't go, mother won't believe that guy!"

She thought to herself: Anyway, you are not often at home, so I won't be too late when I go out.

Zhang Xiaowu: "That's about the same."

Guo Li said to his mother-in-law: "Even if you don't believe me, we won't suffer a loss if we try it first. Otherwise, the wild vegetables will be chopped up and we will have no time to try again."

"This……"

Guo Li saw that the mother-in-law was a little moved, so he hit the iron while it was hot: "Besides, our family has harvested all the wheat now, and the sorghum will take a few days to plant. If you are idle, you will be idle. Why don't you try it."

Mrs. Guo Li finally nodded and reluctantly agreed.

This kind of scene also happened in other families in the village. Some people believed it and some people didn't believe it, but everyone was good at following the trend, either persuading them at home or following others. In short, they all worked hard.

Even Wang Shun, with his thin body, brought a good guy and said to Grandma, "Grandma, I'm going to get some wild vegetable seeds, you wait for me at home."

Grandma felt a little distressed. Shunzi was the only laborer in their family. It took a lot of effort to cut all the wheat yesterday. Shunzi's face was tanned, "Shunzi, why don't you go? Let’s take a break, our house is fine without oil.”

"No, grandma." Wang Shun shook his head and said firmly, "We need to eat, your health is not good, eat more greasy food to make your body stronger."

Grandma moved, "Shunzi has grown up..."

Even in old man Geng's house...

The old man Geng entered the house smoking a pipe, and said angrily as soon as he entered the house: "I said that I always smelled oily smell two days ago, and that boy from the Zheng family lied to me. He must know that I discovered it. I only told the village chief when I went down, so I am still a hero of our village!"

Geng Fulang sat on the couch with an indifferent face, sewing the torn coat of the little doll in his hands.

The old man Geng was not happy seeing his appearance, and said in a bad mood: "Sewing, sewing, what kind of sewing, at this time, I still have the mood to sew, don't do it, others are busy chopping wild vegetables Seeds are gone, you should follow quickly."

Geng Fulang was unmoved, "I'll go back later, the sewing is almost finished."

"Ah!" The old man Geng stared at him for a while, seeing that he still didn't move, he said angrily, "You just...you can't keep up with the warmth of shit!"

Meanwhile, another place.

In the bookstore, Ye Xingwen looked at the freshly released storybook full of ink fragrance, and said pleasantly: "This is the first printed book, it's still hot, I don't care, I have to keep this book as a souvenir, eh, The words are indeed similar, what Lian Xing wrote is almost the same as this book."

He Jiaxiang said: "Okay, keep it if you want, there will be more later."

Ye Xingwen asked: "By the way, how many copies did you print this time?"

"Hmm... just over 100 volumes."

Ye Xingwen asked in surprise: "So few? Don't you like it? Why haven't Zhang Lang printed as many copies as that one?"

"It's already quite a lot, ma'am." He Jiaxiang said helplessly, "Although I like it, no one can say for sure whether you like it or not. If I print more because of my own aesthetics, what if I can't sell it? Let's talk , There are quite a few of these, except for the one you mentioned by Zhang Langjiang, how can it print more?"

How many scholars can there be in a county, and excluding those who don't like reading scripts, it's not easy for ordinary books to sell dozens of copies at a time. This time "Star Moon Continent" is already a special treatment.

In the past few years, printing has become more and more advanced. If he was a child, he would have been lucky to have a handwritten copy. If someone told him that in the future, every student would have a supplementary book for examinations, he would think it was a dream, let alone even now. You can print as many story books as you want.

However, today's movable type printing is still a bit troublesome. Every time a new book is printed, words and sentences on different pages must be called out. The less the selling price, the higher the price, which is why Zhang Lang will be able to sell more, hotter and cheaper.

Ye Xingwen thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the same, "What you said makes sense, we can't do business that loses money."

Ye Xingwen asked again: "Then when will these books be sold?"

"Let me think about it, tomorrow... not tomorrow," He Jiaxiang calculated, "Yes, the day after tomorrow, when Miryang Academy will be on holiday, and all the students will come out."