The backyard of Wenyuan Bookstore is silent.
No one expected that after waiting in readiness for a day, instead of receiving Mid-Autumn Festival poems, they only received an obscure and tedious article teaching how to do movable type printing and improve papermaking.
Cui Qinghe looked at Xu Bin: "Brother Xu, how much silver for one sheet of bamboo paper?"
Xu Bin replied: "One hundred and twenty cents can buy one hundred sheets."
Cui Qinghe asked again: "If what this morning paper says is true, how much silver can be saved by using this method to print a book?"
Xu Bin frowned and thought: "If it is indeed as he claims, merely the silver saved from firewood and coal can reduce by twenty percent. Adding the manpower saved, it might reduce to sixty percent of the original cost."
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, could just one article on this page reduce the price of books across the world by forty percent?
