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Chapter 125 I have a good idea

"Yes." Lin Jingzhe nodded.

Lin Xiaoman shook his head. "But just because you like it doesn't mean others will like it. There's one more thing. I remember that the picture books in Jixiang Bookstore were for people to browse. Many scholars in Mingyi Hall looked at the picture books in Jixiang Bookstore but didn't buy them."

Xie Ci'an said, "Even if students don't buy after reading, the pens, inkstones, and paper in a bookstore are necessities. The Jixiang Bookstore has attracted a large number of scholars with free sketchbooks. As long as the price is fair, they will give priority to buying things from the Jixiang Bookstore."

"But when we sell picture books, the more people buy them, the higher the price we can sell them at, right?" Lin Xiaoman asked.

"Indeed, Jixiang Bookstore collects picture books. A good story usually costs 500 coins."

Lin Xiaoman's heart sank. It turned out that the sketchbook couldn't be sold at a high price!

She thought writing picture books was quite profitable.

Seeing the obvious disappointment on Lin Xiaoman's face, Xie Ci'an told her another bad news.

"The picture books in Jixiang Bookstore are placed in a prominent position at the entrance. The waiter does not stop people from reading the storybooks."

Jixiang Bookstore spreads out picture books for students to flip through, and students who read quickly can finish one in less than half an hour.

No matter how fascinating the story is, the purpose of reading a storybook is to have fun. Only a fool would spend hundreds of coins to buy it after reading the storybook.

Or maybe four or five students take turns buying storybooks, and the money they spend on a picture book can be used to read five or six storybooks.

Especially in Dayi Town, not all students studying in Mingyi Hall are sons of merchants. Half of them are relatively wealthy farmers from nearby villages.

Books are expensive already, and if you spend hundreds of copper coins to buy a thin notebook that is useless for studying, you will definitely be punished.

Unless a person is stupid and has a lot of money, he would spend hundreds of dollars to buy a book and read it carefully.

As a result, the storybooks published by Jixiang Bookstore were not selling well.

Besides, a bookstore is meant for scholars to patronize. If you stop them from reading storybooks, wouldn't that be driving customers away?

Lin Jingzhe was surprised and said, "If the waiter at the Jixiang Bookstore doesn't stop them, then they can read the storybook as they please, right?"

Lin Xiaoman thought about it and thought of the girls' magazines she had read before.

A typical novella will be divided into several issues and will take several months to be serialized.

Can the storybook be published in three volumes?

Lin Xiaoman suggested, "Why don't we write a longer story and divide it into volumes one, two, three, and four. The first volume can be placed outside, and the next three volumes need to be purchased separately. This will prevent the next few volumes from being read in vain."

Lin Jingzhe felt that Xiaoman's brain was really useful. "This is a good idea. In this way, the scholars can only read the first volume. If they can't read the rest of the volumes, they can only buy them with money."

Xie Ci'an said, "Storybooks are not like the serious books for the imperial examinations. They are five or six hundred coins each, which is still expensive. Although everyone will buy them, how many scholars in Dayi Town can afford them?"

Lin Xiaoman blinked and showed a calm expression to Xie Ci'an.

"There are few scholars in Dayi Town, but how many scholars are there in Jialin County or the entire Lin'an Prefecture? But what you said makes sense. Five or six hundred coins for a storybook is not cheap. Perhaps we can print it in the form of a tabloid and sell it for one hundred coins each."

"You can put your stories and funny jokes in the tabloid. If the tabloid sells well in the future, we can also collect some rental information and even attract readers to submit their books to us. We can give you appropriate compensation. However, the tabloid is only for daily entertainment and does not involve government affairs."

Lin Jingzhe had never seen the official report, but Xie Ci'an had. Not only had he seen it, he had also read it.

If they just wanted to make money by selling storybooks, they would just need to work hard to study how to write high-quality storybooks. But for the tabloids that Lin Xiaoman mentioned, it was not that simple.

First of all, you need to spend money to hire someone to make typesetting molds and font molds.

They don't have enough money, so they can't do it even if they want to.

Lin Xiaoman saw Xie Ci'an's concerns.

Nonsense, even if she sold her entire family, she might not be able to raise enough money to print the tabloid.

They don’t have it, but Gu Changsheng does!

Gu Changsheng, who was far away in Mingyi Hall, suddenly sneezed, scaring Ping An who was standing beside him, "Master, you'd better put on the mask."

Gu Changsheng felt that Ping An was making a fuss over nothing. "Don't make a fuss. Maybe someone missed me."

Ping An curled his lips and said, "Master, I will tell Miss Xiaoman later that you can't wear a cloth mask."

Gu Changsheng frowned and looked at Ping An, "Are you sure it's the Ping An who grew up with me? Not Xiao Man's little follower?

After saying that, he glared at Ping An angrily.

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Lin Dajiang has already agreed with Li Zheng to buy five acres of top-quality farmland, so that the family will have six acres of land.

They still had to work on the crops in the fields. Fortunately, they had a donkey at home, but the donkey followed them to the town every day. If it had to work in the fields again when it came back, Lin Dajiang was worried that the donkey would be too tired.

After much thought, I decided to buy an animal.

Lin Dajiang still wants to build a house, so it is not a good idea to keep renting Li Dali's house.

It is April now. By the second half of June, in addition to the breakfast shop, his family will start selling cold and frozen food. By then, they will be really busy.

Now that he had the idea, Lin Xiaoman decided to act immediately. Otherwise, if time dragged on, he might not have enough time to spare for the tabloid.

After selling breakfast the next day, Lin Xiaoman asked Lin Dajiang and the others to go home first, as she and her brother were going to look for Gu Changsheng.

When Li Taohua heard that they were going to find Changsheng, she did not stop them and just asked them to go home early.

Gu Changsheng usually doesn't eat in Mingyi Hall, so Lin Xiaoman and Lin Jingzhe wait for him on the road that Gu Changsheng must take to go home.

Not long after, Ping'an was seen driving a donkey cart over.

"Brother Changsheng!" Lin Jingzhe waved his arms. Ping'an saw the two of them and ordered the donkey to stop.

"Jingzhe, Xiaoman, why are you here? What happened?"

Lin Jingzhe smiled and said, "It's not convenient to talk about it here."

Gu Changsheng invited the two to get in the car, and drove the donkey cart safely to Gu's house.

Usually it is Gu Changsheng who goes to Shanglin Village, and Lin Xiaoman and Lin Jingzhe are still unfamiliar with Gu’s house.

"Jingzhe, you haven't eaten yet, right?"

Lin Jingzhe shook his head. They rushed to find him and had no time to eat.

When he thought about doing business again, and printing tabloids at that, Lin Jingzhe felt a powerful force gathering momentum in his heart.

Gu Changsheng took the two of them to the cafeteria, "Then let's talk while we eat."

Then he asked Ping'an to go to the kitchen and ask them to serve a few more dishes.

Lin Jingzhe explained the whole story about printing the tabloid, and Gu Changsheng was stunned for a moment.

"You...want to print a tabloid?"

He looked at Lin Jingzhe in shock, "Why did you suddenly think of printing a tabloid?"

"Ci'an said that the storybooks he wrote were sold to Jixiang Bookstore for 500 coins. As for how the books sold after they were published, it had nothing to do with him. However, it would take Ci'an at least ten days to secretly write a storybook, so he would only make one or two taels of silver in a month."

"Ci'an's family has no land, so they buy all their food. I see him going out to dig wild vegetables every day..."

"Xiao Man and I originally wanted Ci'an to write a longer picture book so that it could be divided into several volumes. But later we thought that if it was divided into several volumes, each volume would be 400 to 500 wen, and the three volumes together would cost more than 1,000 wen. I don't think many scholars would buy it."

"So Xiaoman came up with the idea of ​​a tabloid. The words can be reduced in size and printed on both sides of a tabloid. There can be several stories and other content. The price is about 100 to 150 wen. The specific price needs to be determined after everything is confirmed. Changsheng, your family runs a bookstore, so you must know a printing bookstore. How about we try it again?"

Gu Changsheng thought for a moment, "Actually, my father owns two bookstores, but they are both in Lin'an Prefecture."

Lin Xiaoman smacked his lips.

How many industries is the Gu family involved in?

Bookstores, restaurants, inns, bookstores...

If the Gu family's business continues to develop, they will probably become rich enough to rival a country, right?

They have finally found a strong supporter.

Gu Changsheng thought that the tabloid was worth a try. Besides, his father had just taken back a bookstore that was not doing well, so he could just borrow it.

"I can take care of the molds and typefaces, but I'm not good at the story, so you'll have to work on it."

Lin Xiaoman said with a smile: "Brother Changsheng, I've been waiting for you to say this! The font model is a big project, it's not something that a few of us can do with just a few tricks."

"If the tabloid is successful, you will have contributed most of the credit."

Lin Xiaoman kept complimenting Gu Changsheng, who blushed.

"No, no, your idea is very good."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill and discussed for a while, Gu Changsheng was about to go to Mingyi Hall. The twins were anxious to go home and tell Xie Ci'an the good news.

It takes time to carve the dies, and it takes time for them to write the stories.

In the next few days, Li Taohua felt that Jingzhe and Xiaoman had changed their personalities. They used to go up the mountain to "hunt for treasure" every day, but now after coming back from doing business in the town, they would run to Xie Ci'an to learn how to read after dinner.

Even Xiaoman said he wanted to go, but was caught and brought back by Li Taohua several times.

"Xiao Man, you are already a thirteen-year-old girl. You can't hang out with Ci An every day."

"Xiao Man, even if you don't want to learn embroidery, you should at least be able to do some basic sewing and mending."

Li Taohua always used the same few sentences to persuade Xiaoman, and Xiaoman could recite them by heart.

Lin Xiaoman is set here to not be able to write, but she has never written with a brush.

Lin Jingzhe was a beginner, and the handwriting he wrote was almost the same as that of a crab.

So Xie Ci'an not only had to write the storybook himself, but also had to write down the stories that Lin Xiaoman thought of.

Lin Xiaoman is a man of active mind, and the stories in his head surge in and out like the water of Cangjiang River, endlessly.

As a result, Xie Ci'an had to write non-stop during the day. Lin Xiaoman spoke and he took notes.

Lin Jingzhe was immediately envious. He envied Xiaoman's clever brain and Xie Ci'an's hand holding the pen.

As a man who couldn't think of a story, he could only help out, and he did come up with a few jokes.

At night, Xie Ci'an worked late into the night again.

After being busy for half a week, I finally wrote more than a dozen stories.

However, Lin Xiaoman plans to divide the story into three parts: upper, middle and lower. In this way, readers who are interested in the story will continue to want to buy the tabloid, and their tabloid can continue in the long run.

At the end of the month, the school was on holiday, and Gu Changsheng brought good news. The bookstore in Lin'an Prefecture had worked hard to finish the font model.

When he left, Gu Changsheng took away the first volume of a dozen stories, intending to print two hundred copies to test the waters in Lin'an Prefecture, and asked Lin Xiaoman and the others to wait for news.

Gu Changsheng left, taking their hearts with him.

Only then did Lin Xiaoman understand the worry that Li Taohua's mother felt when her child traveled thousands of miles away.

After a few days, there was still no news from Gu Changsheng, and Lin Jingzhe could no longer sit still.

But Xiaoman said not to be impatient, so he could only focus all his attention on the rabbit.

The twenty-odd rabbits born last year can be sold. The male rabbits were basically sold to Ruyi Restaurant, and the female rabbits were kept. The bellies of several of them are already big.

The rabbits born this year are growing well, and they are running around with their ears erect.

As soon as someone approached, he immediately shrank into the corner and remained motionless.

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Not only did Lin Jingzhe have a good harvest of rabbits, but the Li family's first batch of rabbits were also sold.

Li Zian only sold more than ten male rabbits, and kept the remaining female rabbits to continue giving birth to rabbits.

Now Li Zi'an comes to Shanglin Village once a month to exchange experiences in raising rabbits with Lin Jingzhe.

The weather was getting warmer, and in order to keep the rabbit hive dry, Lin Jingzhe sprinkled hay and wood ash on the bamboo mat.

With more rabbits, chickens and ducks, there will be more feces produced.

But feces are a treasure here. Don’t think that the children in Shanglin Village will defecate and urinate outside. The adults at home remind them every day that they must not let feces and urine flow outside, and must defecate and urinate in their own pits.

But too much manure means more smell, and now Landlord Liu hasn't started selling his fields yet, so there's no use for all the manure at home.

Lin Xiaoman then thought about composting.

When she first grew flowers in the yard, she often bought cow dung and chicken manure online. She bought them all in the well-rotted state so as not to burn the seedlings.

But as a student of traditional Chinese medicine, she had only heard that if feces were mixed with leaves and hay and kept at a certain humidity, it would become compostable in two or three months.

But she had no idea about the ratio of feces to hay.

How about bringing Lin Dajiang along and trying it on a small scale?

Lin Xiaoman told Lin Dajiang about this, and Lin Dajiang couldn't help frowning: "Xiaoman, hay is a treasure of the family. Sprinkling some hay on the ground can make the seedlings grow faster!"

Even Li Taohua kept complaining, fearing that Xiaoman would secretly use the hay at home.

Well, when it comes to the fields, farmers have a natural stubbornness.

After much persuasion, Lin Xiaoman finally got a small basket of hay from Lin Dajiang.

After getting the hay, Lin Xiaoman ran directly to the backyard wall, dug a hole, and put the mixture of chicken manure and hay into it.

I found a lot of leaves and poured them all into the pit.

Lin Xiaoman also used bamboo strips to mix feces, hay and leaves, and covered them with a thin layer of soil.

"Xiao Man, you are going backwards as you grow older. Why are you still playing with shit?"

Lin Jingzhe saw Xiaoman busying around with cleaning up poop, picking leaves and making hay, and finally covering them with soil and burying them underground.

Could it be that Xiaoman wants to deal with someone?

Attract people to come over and fight?

However, it seems that no one has offended Xiaoman recently, right?