Xianjin looked at Heng Wuniang who came alone, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I knew she had a hard time in the Heng family, but I didn't expect it to be so hard.

"You'd better not come if you come alone. Aunt Zhang will have to cook for one more person..." Zhou Ergou rolled up his sleeves and laughed mercilessly.

“Pah—”

Zhou Ergou's laughter was interrupted by a series of "pa pa pa" sounds. He looked closely and saw Heng Wuniang slapping a stack of banknotes on the counter. Her eyes were misty and she said, "Since I can't bring anyone to help, I can only pay more money."

People and money have to be the same, right?

Otherwise, how can it be called "Chengheng"?

The "Heng" here is not the "Heng" of the Heng family, but the "Heng" of Hengxi. (In case you forget, the full name of Heng Wu Niang is Hengxi)

Xianjin took a quick look and saw about six or seven bills, totaling more than three hundred taels of silver.

Zhou Ergou, who was full of money, welcomed it warmly and righteously, "Add more food! We must ask Aunt Zhang to add more food today! At least two taels of three-string pork!"

Xianjin:...

Guys quality, please don't raise the boss.

Heng Wuniang pursed her lips and smiled.

Xianjin calmly accepted the banknote and handed it to Lu Badan, who was hunched over and making a watch. "Hengji will add another 300 taels to the capital, and we will calculate the share when we calculate the total investment."

Xianjin shrugged and smiled at Heng Wuniang naturally, "We will become the two richest old ladies in Xuancheng Prefecture."

She is rich enough that she won't be forced to marry anyone casually.

Maybe it was Xianjin's calm look or the effect of these words, but Heng Wuniang, who had clenched her fists and pinched her big toes together, finally relaxed and was able to take a good look at this mysterious Jixi workshop. Industry insiders in Xuancheng Prefecture rumored that the Jixi workshop employed a hundred or so fat and strong young men, and had dozens of sentries with long whips, who would whip anyone who was lazy... It sounded like hell on earth.

Now that I've come in and seen it, it's like an orderly... ant nest? Everyone works very skillfully at their own post. Those who adjust the kiwi paper glue sit in a corner, concentrating on their work; those who mix the paper pulp stir the pool with a wooden stick taller than a person; those who make bamboo curtains squat beside the pool, adjusting the details... Everyone talks, but they never speak unless it is related to paper making.

Xianjin was also wearing a short suit. He was holding paper pulp in one hand and the freshly baked product in the other. He and Li Sanshun were huddled together and were talking about something.

Heng Wuniang couldn't describe this feeling because she had never seen it before.

If someone saw this scene in the future, they would definitely slap their thighs and say, "Hey! Isn't this a 'big factory'?" - strict entry, high welfare, emphasis on effectiveness, rejection of ineffective communication, and even flat management of leaders at all levels...

Under the current circumstances, not many people can enter the Jixi workshop.

Li Sanshun led the team, Zhou Ergou, Zheng Da and Zheng Er assisted, Lu Badan checked the accounts, Zhang Ma and Suo'er were responsible for logistical support. Except for Qi Qiqi who had a creative mind, all the others were old people who had followed from the shops in Jingxian County. Only Aunt Zhong and Aunt Du were left to maintain the daily business of the two shops "Fubai" and "Xuantian".

During these ten days, no one left the Jixi workshop easily. Four apprentices from Hengji were placed outside the workshop to guard the house.

It is no exaggeration to say that I have given everything I have for this examination.

Paper, Xianjin had the idea from the beginning.

The paper itself has a mind.

The design of the paper also needs to meet the requirements of the examination papers.

On the sixth day, Boss Shang took a printing machine and two of his fellow workers and entered the Jixi workshop in the dark of night. Xianjin didn't quite understand why the boss and employees of a printing workshop would live and die together... It always sounded like something shameful...

On the eighth day, Xianjin was calculating the amount with a dishevelled appearance. His tangled hair could be easily seen from the oily face of Heng Wuniang.

"One hundred and thirty-eight taels, seven cents, twelve wen."

Heng Wuniang held up the abacus and looked at Xianjin with red eyes, "This is the cost. Four hundred dollars of paper."

Xianjin shook his head and wrote down "Two hundred and seventy-seven taels, four coins and twenty-four coins" on the paper, and whispered, "The cost is eight hundred dollars."

Heng Wuniang frowned in surprise, "Eight hundred knives?"

Xianjin nodded affirmatively, "Eight hundred dollars."

Why eight hundred dollars?

Heng Wuniang couldn't figure it out.

On the tenth day, in Wang Xuezheng's hall, there were no traditional two-person seats, but the seats were arranged in two rows facing each other.

There were three armchairs in the row facing the door.

There are four single stools in the row facing the door.

It is clear at a glance who is an official and who is a businessman.

Xianjin and Heng Wuniang sat down. Not long after, the Bai family's father and son came in calmly. Bai Dalang even wanted to bow to Xianjin and say hello, "Good morning, Shopkeeper He. You guys are traveling overnight again, right? Why didn't you come to Yingtianfu to stay in the hotel earlier? You must have worked hard traveling overnight!"

Xianjin smiled, "Aren't you afraid that someone will find out where you are staying and use some dirty tricks to trip you up? Instead of trying to catch a thief for a thousand years, it's better to lock the doors and windows and not give him a chance."

Bai Dalang was not annoyed, he just smiled happily.

Heng Wuniang's eyes were red - her haggard face could be covered with powder, her pale lips could be lifted with lip balm, but her bloodshot eyes could not be concealed.

After working day and night for ten days and ten nights, whether it is a mule or a horse, they must be taken out for a walk.

Heng Wuniang suddenly felt that at this point, the outcome really didn't matter.

Since she dared to invest all the dowry money she had secretly saved for the past ten years, she was no longer afraid of the consequences.

Whether she succeeds or fails, she has done her best.

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