"Young Master Ma is truly jesting. If you passed the imperial examinations, that would be the result of your many years of hard work, not something that could be decided by just a word or two from me. If that were the case, wouldn't I be more powerful than Guanyin Bodhisattva? Instead of toiling and bustling about, I should just set up a small stall by the roadside and say nice things to scholars heading to the capital for their exams—wouldn't that make more money? Haha."
Lin Yuan laughed, and the conversation turned back to the topic of book printing.
As she flipped through the books, although there were still some printing marks around each character, for the current technology, it was already quite remarkable. More importantly, Lin Yuan had read this article from beginning to end and did not find a single typo—there was just no punctuation, spaces were used to separate the sentences.
