"It's simply creating a clay block, carving the characters onto it, and then firing the clay like pottery to harden it. Line up the individual characters in a mold, brush on the ink, and you can print." Tong Sanlang explained the principle.
Yang Wenxiao held the mold and examined it closely by the candlelight, sketching out the production process in his mind as he listened to Tong Sanlang.
"Can it really be done like this?" Astonishment filled his face.
"Poverty is the mother of invention, Xiaomai and I asked the Bookstore, and they actually don't pay silver upfront. They only give us silver for the number of copies sold. How would we know the actual number they sell? Xiaomai and I didn't dare hand over our novel to them," Tong Sanlang added.
Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao glanced back at him, "Is it Qianjia Bookstore?"
"Yes."