"Young master, I've found out everything." Ji Zhong wiped the grease from his mouth as he ate the banquet ordered from Deyue Tower. "The hardest part about publishing a new gazette is copying!"
Chen Luo savored the specially brewed "Cold Spring Brew" from Deyue Tower and belched. It tasted remarkably like the happy fat man's soda from his previous life. No wonder it was so expensive. One cup actually cost a tael of silver.
Still, he was an earl earning a hundred thousand taels a month. What was a little silver to him? In this life, the things one must never shortchange oneself on were food and drink.
Have them send two more large vats tomorrow!
"Copying? Why do you say that?" Chen Luo asked.
"If it's a street-corner Grass Gazette, the entire gazette is written in Plain Script. That's simple enough—just find a few engraving workshops to typeset and print it. But your stories have to be written in Elegant Script."
Chen Luo nodded. Although the stories he wrote did not impose the restriction of needing the Omniscient Reading Talent on readers, they still needed Elegant Script as a bridge for communicating with the Heavenly Dao.
Ji Zhong bit into a piece of pork knuckle and continued, "Elegant Script can't be printed. It has to be written by hand. Confucian scholars possess the technique 'Thousands of Words in One Stroke,' which, when used for tracing and copying, allows them to write a million words a day. The only problem is that it consumes a tremendous amount of Righteous Qi!"
"Wenchang Pavilion has an establishment called the Transcription Department, dedicated to copying Literary Gazettes. The Central Capital's Transcription Department is mainly responsible for the Literary Gazettes of the Central Capital and the directly administered region."
"But we don't have a