The first batch of goods produced by the papermaking workshop was delivered to Li Si.

The printing template he and his men made was successful.

So books were printed on paper.

The bookstore that Zhao Jun had prepared long ago finally opened.

If ordinary people's impression of papermaking before was that it was a handicraft workshop that could make money.

But now that the bookstore has opened, they truly understand the meaning of paper.

"I, did I hear correctly? A piece of paper like this only costs three cents?"

The person who spoke was the boy who first walked into the store.

The boy was young and spoke politely, like a scholar.

He was just curious about the paper because he heard it was used for writing.

I planned to come here to enjoy the view with a nervous mood.

But I didn't expect the price of this inferior paper to be so cheap.

There were also some words written on this kind of paper as an example next to it, and he thought they were so beautiful as soon as he saw them.

Who would have thought the price would be so cheap.

He was excited and turned around to see something that was specially separated at the innermost part.

You can see that it is also paper, but the color is completely different, it is snow-white.

The written words no longer look like words, but rather a painting by a famous artist.

"That's also paper, what's the price?" the boy asked excitedly.

"That's the best white paper, and it costs one gold."

The store manager didn't mean to look down on him, he just stated the price honestly.

To be honest, he himself found it incredible. The difference between the two types of paper was too great.

“So expensive!”

The boy also found it unbelievable, but looking at its snow-white appearance, it was indeed worth it.

But it doesn't matter, he still has paper to buy.

"Then please give me five sheets of inferior paper."

"Okay, as our first customer, you can get a free brush."

The store manager took out the prepared brush and gave it to him.

"Really? Thank you so much."

The boy was very happy when he got a free brush. He usually used tree branches or other animal hair to write, and had never used such a good brush.

The boy bought the things with satisfaction and walked out happily.

The people outside the door saw that he was so happy and asked him curiously. When they heard him say that the paper was so cheap, they all rushed into the store.

"What is this?"

The old man who followed the crowd in to watch the fun pointed at the things on the shelf on the other side and asked.

Someone heard his question and turned to look over there.

"This, this is a new product in our store. It's bound with so much paper and has words inside. It's for children's enlightenment."

The shop owner walked over there and answered.

"This is what our store mainly sells, enlightenment books. A set like this only costs twenty yuan."

He took out one of the books and opened it to show the others. It was filled with black Chinese characters.

"It's only twenty yuan, very cheap."

After hearing about it, the person next to him couldn't wait to take out money and buy a copy.

The old man who asked first was a little tempted when he heard that it would cost twenty cents. It was cheap, but the family still had to eat.

"No, why are you still hesitating? It's not expensive, and you're buying it for your child's enlightenment. Just think about it, if your child can read in the future, how great it would be."

An old lady came out from the talking house and quickly bought a copy.

"Let me tell you, my sister does this in that workshop, earning 40 yuan a month. I heard her say that she bought it a long time ago, and she will let her children go to school in the future."

The old lady said this with a smile and walked out happily with the book in her arms.

The old man next to her thought what she said made sense.

By the time everyone else has read it, his little grandson will be left behind.

Buy it, you must buy it.

Soon the small bookstore was packed with people.

"Don't rush and don't rush to buy. The workshop is producing every day to ensure that everyone can buy it."

Soon, a craze for buying paper and books swept across Xianyang.

The paper sales outside were booming, and Zhao Jun was not idle either.

Zhao Jun was almost suffocated to death by the room full of bamboo slips that Tu Kang had.

Now that the amount of paper produced has increased, she led the entire Neishi Mansion to transfer all the contents on the bamboo slips onto paper.

The room suddenly became much emptier.

Modern companies have begun to promote paperless office, but she has just started using paper office.

Not only the Imperial Household, but many people in the court were like them. The heavy and old bamboo slips were all thrown away and replaced with brand new and light white paper.

This was also the gift that Zhao Jun gave to the ministers after the papermaking workshop officially started production.

Xianyang City was unprecedentedly bustling this month, and paper was the topic of conversation on everyone's lips.

Those who work in papermaking workshops are even more envied.

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

It’s finally time to review this month’s results.

"Qingliu, go call Bai Zhangling. The bookstore's earnings have arrived. Let him take stock of them."

In the morning, the people from the bookstore brought over the accounts for this month, along with the profits for this month.

"Sir, you are looking for me."

Bai Fang walked in and bowed respectfully.

This month, Zhao Jun also sorted out his tax information and taught him a very convenient form.

He got to know this adult better and admired him from the bottom of his heart.

"Bai Zhangling is here. Take a look at this. This is the bookstore's revenue for this month. Review the report to see if it's correct. Then deduct the taxes you should collect from it. The remaining amount is the net profit."

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