The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 62 - Two Formulas_1
Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Two Formulas_1
Chapter 62 -62 Two Formulas_1
Upon reaching the upper floor, Luo Jingrui got straight to the point, “Ninth Sister, the significance of movable-type printing is tremendous. I had written a secret letter and sent a trusted aide to deliver it to the frontier for Xuan Mo, but I didn’t expect Ziyu’s incident to bring Xuan Mo rushing back. I presume he hasn’t seen the secret letter, so it’s just as well that you speak directly with him about it.”
Long Xuanmo nodded, indicating that he indeed hadn’t received the secret letter.
“What is this movable-type printing?” Nangong Lingfei asked with a face full of curiosity, while Long Xuanmo and the others looked at Yang Mengchen.
Yang Mengchen naturally knew the importance of the matter, but she hadn’t expected that Big Brother Luo had all along been waiting for news from Long Xuanmo and hadn’t replied to her.
“Movable-type printing is a printing method,” Yang Mengchen explained slowly, “First, use clay to make individual molds of uniform size, with each mold having a reversed character engraved on one side, and the raised part of the character strokes being about the thickness of the edge of a coin. Harden them with fire to create individual movable clay types;
select the type according to the manuscript and arrange them in a typesetting tray, apply ink and print. After printing, disassemble the types and keep them for future reuse;
prepare multiple pieces for frequently used characters to use within the same edition if needed. If there is an encounter with a rare character that was not prepared in advance, it can be made on demand. Organize the types into wooden compartments and label them with paper for easy selection;
With this, there’s no need to hand-copy books anymore, and it saves time and effort while producing regulated uniform books, hence improving the situation of books being expensive.”
All present were intelligent and instantly gained insight, each of them shocked and excitedly widening their eyes as they looked at Yang Mengchen.
Nangong Lingfei, in particular, was so agitated that he stood up, his expression extremely excited.
And deep inside, Long Xuanmo was also profoundly shocked, his eyes fixated on Yang Mengchen exuding a bright gleam.
“Thirty thousand taels to buy the exclusive rights to movable-type printing.”
Mo Feng pulled out a stack of silver notes and handed three of them to Yang Mengchen.
Taking the silver notes and placing them in her bag, Yang Mengchen looked at the remaining silver notes in Mo Feng’s hand, and then looked at him, her eyes sparkling with gold and confusion.
How does a subordinate of Prince Chen carry so many silver notes with him? There were as many as three hundred thousand taels.
It seems this Prince Chen is quite wealthy after all. She needed to think carefully about how she could make more money from Prince Chen.
Sensing that Yang Mengchen’s gaze seemed capable of drawing the silver notes out of his hand, Mo Feng quickly put the silver notes back into his chest, muttering to himself in his heart, “Despite already getting Young Master Nangong’s jade pendant and a hundred thousand taels in silver notes, she’s still eyeing the rest. Ms. Yang is really too obsessed with wealth!”
If Yang Mengchen knew Mo Feng’s thoughts, she would surely roll her eyes at him. Who doesn’t love silver? Besides, isn’t she acquiring it in an honorable way?
Long Xuanmo didn’t notice that Yang Mengchen’s gaze was actually fixed on the silver notes; he only saw her looking at Mo Feng with such glittering seriousness that he felt distinctly uncomfortable inside, and gave Mo Feng a cold stare, his gaze sharp and chilly as ice blades, then turned his head and ordered Mo Feng to return to the frontier.
Seeing his master’s expression, Mo Feng, caught in the crossfire without cause, was somewhat puzzled. He hadn’t done anything wrong, so why did his master seem so displeased?
Actually, even Long Xuanmo couldn’t understand why every time he saw the little girl looking at another man, a strange, sour, and irritant emotion would arise within him, even to the point of wanting to hide her away from other men’s sight.
“Ms. Yang, do you also know the paper-making technique?”
Nangong Ling Fei’s sudden inquiry interrupted Long Xuanmo’s thoughts, and so he too looked at Yang Mengchen with hopeful eyes.
The paper-making technique was a closely guarded secret of the royal family of Nanping Country, and despite my father’s multiple attempts to send people to infiltrate Nanping to obtain the formula, none were successful. Our country has had to spend a great deal of silver to purchase paper from Nanping, a fact that has been a source of frustration and helplessness for many years.
If the young miss knows the paper-making technique, that would be a significant contribution; our country would no longer need to spend money to buy paper from Nanping.
Yang Mengchen shook her head slightly, “I do not know the paper-making technique.”
Based on her many years of business experience from her previous life, the more unique and precious something was, the more it should be revealed at a critical moment for maximum impact.
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The most important thing was that she didn’t know Long Xuanmo well; while he might not kill her to keep the formula secret, she needed to take precautions in advance. After all, Long Xuanmo was a prince with great authority, and she had already given them the Movable-type Printing. As for the paper-making technique, she naturally couldn’t reveal it now.
The people were somewhat disappointed, but they understood that such matters were not easy; it was normal for her not to know.
“I would like to discuss a business proposition with the prince, if you might be interested?”
Yang Mengchen had initially planned to consider building a house at a later time, at least until she had created cement. However, with the heat of Sheng Xia on its way, if there were heavy rains, her home wouldn’t withstand it. Moreover, with more and more people coming to live at her house, she had to bring forward her plans, and Long Xuanmo was the best choice for a partner.
“If Ms. Yang has business, why not discuss it with me instead of approaching Xuan Mo?” Nangong Lingfei asked, discontent and perplexed.
Long Xuanmo, however, was pleased, which led to a faint, barely-discernible smile on his lips.
Ignoring the ranting Nangong Lingfei, Yang Mengchen looked at Long Xuanmo and said, “I want to talk to the prince about a building material. If the prince is willing, we can join forces to sell this building material. If the prince is unwilling, then consider I haven’t said anything.”
If he were unwilling, would the young miss seek someone else? And certainly, it would be a man.
The thought of the young miss collaborating and entangling with another man sparked a sudden, inexplicable jealousy and irritation in Long Xuanmo’s heart, causing him to slightly narrow his eyes.
“Agreed!”
Although it was their first meeting, Yang Mengchen knew that Long Xuanmo was mercurial and didn’t care why his mood had suddenly changed; the important thing was that he had agreed to the partnership. “The building material I’m talking about is called ‘cement,’ made primarily from limestone and clay. Whether it’s for constructing houses, paving roads, irrigation, or city walls, it is both durable and strong.
With cement, we can replace the rice paste previously used in construction, and the saved rice can be sold to other countries for profit. Especially as cement can be sold at a high price, after all, it is our country’s proprietary product.”
Upon hearing Yang Mengchen’s words, everyone was thrilled and silently marveled at Ms. Yang’s brilliance!
Naturally, Long Xuanmo also understood the business opportunities and significant implications behind this, so he stated coolly, “A ninety-ten split.”
“Sixty-forty!” Yang Mengchen bargained.
“Seventy-thirty split!” Long Xuanmo stared intently at Yang Mengchen, “That is my bottom line!”
Yang Mengchen had no choice but to nod in agreement, “It’s a deal!” She had no choice, especially after hearing Long Xuanmo refer to himself as “this prince.” Besides, a thirty percent share of profits was not insignificant. The key issue was that having the formula was sure to attract fatal trouble, and she didn’t yet have a powerful enough force to protect herself and her family.
“I hope the prince can produce the cement as soon as possible so that my family can start building our house sooner.” Yang Mengchen handed the written formula to Long Xuanmo.
