Baozhu stopped talking.
It literally means not speaking.
No matter what anyone said to her, she would nod whether she agreed or not.
Nodding like pounding garlic and mouth like a bolt.
After expressing his desire to be with Xianjin, he never spoke another word.
Xianjin had heard of this situation.
Some people, after encountering a disaster, are unable to regulate their emotions for a while and are prone to various problems. Some problems are more concrete, such as loss of voice, insomnia or loss of appetite. Some problems are more hidden, and if people around them are careless, it will lead to irreparable bitter consequences.
Xianjin was quite fortunate that Qiao Huahua belonged to the first type.
The former is still trying to save himself. Whether it is losing his voice or insomnia, it is actually a silent cry for help.
Xianjin asked Zhang Ma to make Qiao Huahua's meals in the next few days a heavier taste, "... no matter if it's thick and oily or spicy, it has to make people feel lively." After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made a plan. Before implementing the plan, he went to Xiaocao Village and bought three pieces of Liuzhangxuan made by Master Li Sanshun, exactly the right amount.
Xianjin specifically compared this batch of Liuzhang xuan paper with the Liuzhang xuan paper made by Master Li Laozhang - the conclusion was that from her level, there was no difference.
But Chen Fu did find out some differences.
"...The batch made by Li Sanshun is more resilient." Chen Fu took the new paper, shook it towards the light, and listened to the crisp sound of the paper.
Xian Jin asked, "Is this batch better?"
Chen Fu smiled and said, "Of course. For the new batch of Liuzhang Xuan, this group of masters stopped all their work and went all out to select the best materials from material selection to material processing to finished products. For the previous batch, perhaps Chen Liu and that pig-headed person were too hasty and rushed the paper fibers, so they were obviously not soaked and pounded well, and they hurried to make them, so the paper was not moist and tough enough."
As he spoke, Chen Fu picked up a soft-bristle brush, waved the brush in the brush washer, and two drops of ink fell on the edges of the two pieces of paper.
In the new batch, the ink is printed in circles, the outer circle is lighter than the inner circle, but the transition is natural, just like a bridge between the inner and outer circles to moor boats;
For the older batch, the ink also smudges, but the area and speed of smudges are obviously not as good as the newer ones.
What is a craftsman? It means that you get one point back for one point invested, and there will never be a bubble of investing one point and getting ten points back.
Be down to earth, but leave footprints with every step.
Xianjin nodded thoughtfully.
Chen Fu tapped the forehead with his pen, "You, since you are doing this business, you must remember this knowledge."
Xianjin smiled and tilted his head to look at Chen Fu, "You, since you don't do this business, why do you have to remember this knowledge?"
Chen Fu leaned back and stretched out his hand to straighten the pink and green border of his shirt. "You don't understand. How can a swan know the ambition of a sparrow?"
All right.
He Honghu said that she really didn't understand Chen Yanque's ambitions.
......
Since Chen Fu had stamped his approval, Xianjin boldly printed the "Chen's" logo on the three-knife and six-foot-long banner, and wrote a letter to Miss Xiaoxiong. Miss Xiaoxiong then sent a letter, and Xianjin finally got the ticket to enter and exit Magistrate Xiong.
This post is more advanced than the remarriage invitation of Xianjin’s nouveau riche father in his previous life.
The paper is sprinkled with gold, the words are gold-plated, and the paintings inside are of large begonias - the main theme is elegance and luxury, highlighting the grandeur of the Xuancheng government office.
Then the content of the post is - drinking tea.
Xianjin:...
She was a teahouse owner in disguise, and was invited to drink tea...
The content of the post was to invite the owner of Chenji Paper Shop to have a cup of the new Dongting Biluochun tea at home.
The entertainment content for girls in the boudoir in ancient times... was really poor.
Xianjin thought about it, and in order to avoid being forced to drink tea all the time, he packed a set of newly made paper puzzle board games that were planned to be launched in "Kanba" and took them with him.
It took half a day to get from Jingxian to Xuancheng Prefecture. Miss Bear invited them to have tea in the afternoon, but only provided lunch and dinner. Xianjin set out three hours earlier - that is to say, in order to drink this cup of Dongting Biluochun, Xianjin climbed the mountain and waded through the water in a mule cart before dawn.
Arriving at the mansion, Xianjin handed the note to the doorman, and saw two rows of scholars in long gowns and plain clothes leaning against each other at the door. He asked softly, "Who is this..."
The concierge laughed and said, "They all come to ask to see the governor, hoping that the governor can help Qingcheng Mountain Court with that, that..."
The doorman couldn't remember Mr. Qiao's last name.
Xianjin added softly, "Master Qiao."
"Oh, I'm begging for that Mr. Qiao!"
The concierge spoke loudly while checking the posts.
After checking the post, the concierge instantly smiled, "...So you are the young lady's guest! Please come in!"
Xianjin seemed to have watched a free "face-changing" show, and at the same time had a new understanding of the little bear girl's status in the mansion.
She can invite guests at any time, and the concierge speaks of the young lady in a rather flattering tone...
Just these two points, the legitimate daughters of ordinary families probably cannot do it - most of them are like Chen Zuo Niang, who is not only the eldest sister in the family, but also half a housekeeper, shouldering the obligations of the eldest sister but unable to enjoy the rights of the eldest sister.
Xianjin followed the gatekeeper into the mansion thoughtfully.
It’s like entering a very representative Anhui-style official residence.
The wooden buildings with through-beam structures are lined up one after another, with black, white and gray as the main colors. The halls are connected by patios. The brackets symbolizing the officials' residences are meticulously carved and painted with colorful algae decorations, presenting the beauty of intricate colors and gold carvings under the late autumn afternoon sky.
Xianjin seemed to have calmed down completely.
Xianjin was first taken to meet Magistrate Xiong's wife, Luo.
If the mistress of the house has time, she can meet her niece's guests. If she doesn't have time, she can just greet the elders at the door according to etiquette.
Xianjin didn't think that a mere merchant like him would be able to meet the wife of the chief official of Xuancheng Prefecture.
Sure enough, the maid dressed in red and green told her to just say hello to the lady at the door. After Xianjin solemnly handed the gilded gift box containing the six-zhang-long Xuan to the maid, he was taken to the west wing where Miss Little Bear lived.
The courtyard is not big, with an open "mouth"-shaped structure. Three rows of bungalows are arranged in an orderly manner. The row of bungalows facing north and south is the boudoir of Miss Bear.
"...Just call me Yo Niang."
Little Bear girl smiled and asked someone to serve Xianjin a cup of tea. "My maiden name is Xiong Youyou. It was also given by my uncle. He said that the word Xiong sounds a bit burly, and the addition of 'Youyou' is a little funny and cute."
Xianjin took it with a smile and continued, "Bear is cute, Yoyo is cute too."
Yo Niang talked about some of her recent pastimes, and after a while, she asked, "The matter about the county magistrate mentioned in your letter may have changed. What exactly do you mean..."
Xianjin put down the teacup lightly.
She seemed to see clearly what Yo Niang was really thinking.
Yo Niang, she wants to marry Cui Heng more than she expresses.
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