As daybreak approached, the "papers" filled with moisture and humidity overlapped into two thick piles.
Li Sanshun, holding a hookah pipe in his mouth, leaned against the door frame, looking at the work that had just been produced and had not yet been completed with a satisfied and comfortable look; Zhou Ergou spread a bamboo mat on the ground, held his head with both hands, and half-squinted his eyes to look at the beams of the roof; the Zheng brothers sat on the bamboo stools in front of the house with their arms around each other; the masters carefully selected from Xiaocao Village also found a place in twos and threes to relax comfortably.
Xianjin and Suoer poured tea for the masters one by one.
Li Sanshun took the tea and put it aside.
Xianjin smiled and said, "You said that there is no open fire in the paper room."
The old man turned the hookah pipe over, knocked it on the floor twice, and pouted, "Little girl, you can't catch your grandfather."
It wasn't even ignited, let alone an open flame.
So you are posing with your pipe?
Xianjin apologized with a smile, and sat cross-legged on the ground beside Li Sanshun, "Are you happy?"
Li Sanshun pulled the corner of his mouth, turned his head away, and went through all the sadness of the first half of his life before he could barely suppress his smile, "Why are you so happy? You're only halfway there!"
Old man Li showed his hands and pointed his thumbs one by one, "There are also some work to do, such as turning the dough, pressing the water, baking the dough, and brushing the paper... They are all jobs!"
Xianjin nodded, "The road is long and difficult, but if you keep going you will reach your destination."
Old man Li waved his hands and said, "I don't understand, I don't understand a single word of your flowery language."
"Didn't I ask Erlangjun to teach me how to read?" Xianjin said with a smile.
Li Sanshun said confidently, "Knowing characters is one thing, but learning to write is another!"
Xianjin:...
The character of the love-brained person has collapsed, but even you, the group of poor students, can’t collapse.
Xianjin's undisguised eye roll amused Li Sanshun. The old man tapped his hookah pipe cheerfully and gave Xianjin a rare smile. Although the smile was no more than 3 degrees, it was still a smile. "You study with Principal Qiao, and you will improve more and more. When you become successful, don't stay here. Go away."
Xian Jin laughed, "Where can I go?"
Li Sanshun cast his eyes on the two piles of papers that had "gone halfway" and said in a long voice, "Where it can go, you can go too."
Where can it go?
After being laid flat and compacted to squeeze out the moisture, Li Sanshun stepped on a ladder and placed the sheets one by one on the high baking boards in the baking room. Twenty-two dots were applied to one sheet of paper, and fifty sheets were folded into a stack to form a seal. The six-meter-long paper was finally completed.
There were a total of 200 pieces, four stacks, and Xianjin drove a mule cart to bring them all back to Jing County.
It took more than twenty days to go back and forth, and when I returned to Jing County, it was almost early winter in October.
The shop and the "Look Bar" were managed by Manager Dong. Only Zhou Ergou's younger brother Zhou Sangou and the youngest brother of the Zheng family were kept in the shop, and Aunt Zhong and Aunt Du were kept in the "Look Bar". All the rules and regulations were in place, and Manager Dong only had to follow them. When Xianjin saw Manager Dong, he saw that the old man looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes and chapped skin at the corners of his mouth.
Manager Dong waved his hand at Xianjin, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, his inner demons defeated justice, and he angrily accused, "...that Aunt Zhong, she doesn't eat, drink, sleep, or close the shop!"
Xianjin suddenly realized.
Manager Dong is the career target of this scroll king, so how can he easily let go of the opportunity to pluck his hair, oh no, to learn from him.
"What's wrong with her?" Xianjin tried to hold back his laughter.
Manager Dong swore that although he was not a fool in the workplace, he had never told anyone about someone else's misfortune behind their back!
At this moment, he really wanted to move a small stool, sit next to Jin Jie'er, and start from the first complaint he made twenty days ago.
"He followed me during meals, lunch breaks, and after closing time, asking me all kinds of questions, asking me how I stood out from all the other guys at the Chen family? What qualities made it easier for me to get ahead?"
Manager Dong has no desire to live.
In fact, to steal his position, we only need to wait for him to retire naturally, which will take two years at most...
There's no need to force him to death right now, right?
Although Xianjin doesn't curl her hair, she is still very pleased when she sees her subordinates curling their hair - as long as it doesn't curl her head.
Xianjin took the account book from Manager Dong and started looking at it.
very good.
Now both stores are successful. One sells traditional rice paper and tracing books, and the other sells sentimental and cultural and creative products. They take different paths, and their total profit last month almost exceeded ninety taels.
If we continue to calculate at this rate, the total profit for a year might exceed one thousand taels.
Not bad.
It is almost surpassing the Chen family’s best mulberry paper workshop in the east of the city.
Xianjin comforted Manager Dong for a few words, and then talked about the four stacks of six-zhang xuan behind the mule cart, "… It was very difficult to make them. I am going to send two stacks to Xuancheng Prefecture and ask the old lady to take a look."
Liu Zhang Xuan is not like a notebook or a tracing book. They have to inform the head office that they have made Liu Zhang Xuan and can supply it for a long time - just like if you open a cultural company, it's OK to sell some peripheral figures, but if you create a Lingna Baoer, shouldn't you report to the president?
Later, when the president comes to the company for a tour, he finds that the subsidiary suddenly has a big IP that attracts both money and attention. This is difficult to explain.
Manager Dong nodded and said, "That's the right thing to do. There hasn't been a Six-foot Xuan born in Jing County in recent years, and our family is the first. When the twenty-four internal officials come to Nanzhili to purchase at the end of the year, we can also compete for a place among them."
The palace must use paper, so whoever it uses doesn’t matter. There are many scholars in Jing County, and there are also many paper shops. Six or seven out of ten families make a living next to paper shops - paper shops must rely on one thing to make a name for themselves.
Xianjin had an idea in her mind, but she couldn't do it before the president gave the order.
Then wait for the signal from the head office?
Xianjin and Manager Dong looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
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