By the time Su Muyao was about to leave, they had printed over a hundred copies without a single mistake.
Xia's heart was pounding as she watched. At this rate, 1,000 books a day was definitely not a problem.
If two more people were added to produce 2,000 books a day, it would be an easy task.
The printing process was very fast, and eventually the two of them became completely proficient at it.
So he started teaching others to learn on another pedal.
After the young princess left, the villagers gathered around and started chattering about what they had just seen.
"Oh my, what is this? This thing is printed really fast."
One of them reached out to touch the rare object in front of him after speaking, as it was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.
The hand that had just been reached out was slapped away by Dazhuang.
"These are for the little princess. There are only two of them. If you break them, I'd like to see how you pay for them."
Only then did everyone realize that, yes, the young princess had only managed to bring back two pieces. What if they were damaged?
Moreover, the young princess had people work overnight to finish the task and paid them three times the normal wage, which shows how important this thing was.
However, she couldn't resist the villagers' enthusiasm, and more people gathered around, including Aunt Dazhu.
"Dazhu, what's this?"
"Auntie is drawing a sketchbook, she's working now, everyone can leave, right?"
At this moment, the village chief of Taoliu Village also arrived and persuaded everyone to step aside.
The villagers then dispersed.
The cook at the Su family's house made braised pork, stewed chicken with potatoes, two kinds of green vegetables, and steamed egg custard, which Su Muyao loves, for dinner tonight.
Su Muyao has always loved eating steamed egg custard with rice, and this is what Grandma Su instructed that there should be a serving of steamed egg custard for dinner from now on.
After dinner, Su Muyao went to bed early, since there was still a lot to do tomorrow.
However, in the eyes of the old man and woman Su, Su Muyao seemed tired, as she would never normally go to sleep right after dinner.
"It's also because the family members are useless. The whole family is counting on this little baby. Sigh."
"Don't say that, you old fool. This family has been divided up, and everyone is just living in the mansion now."
After all, this was Mu Yao's idea. Her aunts weren't idle; they did all the cleaning, laundry, and cooking just like the maids.
Old Man Su thought about it and realized that it made sense.
"Old man, the eldest and second eldest sons are managers in the workshop, and this niece also earns quite a bit of money every month."
The two families have also saved quite a bit, and although there are maids and servants now, the two daughters-in-law still do all the housework themselves, just like before…
Old Su simply nodded: "Alright, go to sleep early."
Grandma Su was still planning that she would be granted the title of Lady of the Imperial Decree, and that she would receive a considerable amount of money each month, which she would save to add to her granddaughter's dowry.
Now she doesn't have to worry about her grandsons getting married, since their parents have saved up a lot of money, so she doesn't have to worry about it.
Although the family has been divided, as an elderly person, I still hope for a true separation of the family property.
Her son, grandson, and granddaughter were all by her side; that's what she truly wanted to see—a harmonious and joyful scene.
The next morning, Su Muyao went to the factory, collected the paper that had been printed and dried the day before, and divided it into booklets.
The printing costs have been covered, but the paper is currently being used from Su Muyao's space.
At first, when I told the owner of the bookstore that I wanted to change the bamboo slips to paper, the owner thought the cost was too high.
After all, they were mostly bamboo slips, with only a small portion being paper, and paper naturally fetches a higher price.
When this topic was brought up, the employer was quite surprised.
How could there possibly be paper that's cheap? Cheaper than bamboo slips.
Su Muyao had already planned to use the paper in her own space first, and later she would definitely develop the papermaking technique as well.
After all, he was born in this dynasty, and the emperor of this dynasty was quite good. Since he had something that could change the dynasty, he would naturally bring it out gradually.
Most importantly, the emperor never intended to possess those rare and exotic items from the very beginning.
At that time, Su Muyao genuinely wanted to make the country less poor, ensuring that everyone had enough to eat and wear, and that children's education was not neglected.
After everything was in order, he carried over 1,000 books to his study.
Early that morning, the shopkeeper was astonished by Su Muyao's extravagant spending.
Unexpectedly, this young lady was really amazing; she produced more than 1,000 copies in just one night.
Wouldn't it be an easy task to sell 2,000 copies a day?
"Miss Su, come in and sit down. I'll go call the boss."
As he spoke, he looked at the few oblivious people standing to the side and said, "What are you all standing here for? Why aren't you going to help?"
How many guys? Then they ran over in a flash.
Su Muyao didn't care how they unloaded it; in the end, the things were brought over.
When the owner came and checked everything, he was very surprised. He never expected that every word was neat and there were no typos.
The strangest thing is that the handwriting is all the same. Could it be that it was copied by the same person? But that doesn't make sense either!
He didn't say anything, but took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket and handed them to Su Muyao.
"Ms. Su, you've worked hard. I don't know how much these cost. Please take these first, and I'll make up the difference later."
Su Muyao's mood instantly brightened when she saw the thick stack of bills.
"This is enough; there's no need to add anything else."
On the surface, she appeared calm, but in Su Muyao's mind, the little devil inside her was already jumping out of her skin.
It's big! It's really big!
Aside from the employee salaries, there were no other costs associated with producing these 1,000-plus copies.
The paper is in my own space, but even if I develop the papermaking technique in the future, it won't cost much to make paper.
Looking at the huge pile of silver notes in his hand, he was instantly delighted; making money really was fast.
No wonder those poor families couldn't afford to go to school; after all, their papermaking techniques were not only complex but also extremely expensive.
Once they develop their own papermaking technology, they can free the paper industry from its exorbitant prices.
After exchanging pleasantries, Su Muyao left with Xia Xia, the coachman, and two helpers.
"Just who is this Miss Su from the boss's family? How can she have such influence and publish more than 1,000 copies in one night?"
The shopkeeper had a feeling that Su Muyao must have a very special identity, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to produce so many books overnight.
"Leaving aside her noble air, her courage and resourcefulness are unmatched by ordinary people."
Especially considering how young she is, she's sure to be a remarkable person in the future; it's just a pity she's a little girl.
After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he sighed softly. He thought Su Muyao must be a noble lady from the capital or the daughter of an official.
If Su Muyao heard this, she would definitely spit in his face.
What's wrong with women? Women are no less capable than men; women can hold up half the sky.
"Yes, if a boy studies hard, it would be easy for him to get a place in the court with his brains."
The employer shook his head in agreement.
Su Muyao stopped the carriage on the way and went to buy a large pile of steamed buns.
She gave ten large meat buns to each of the helpers and the driver, and she and Xia each took two and ate them happily.
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