Chen Jianfang was busy, and Chen Fu was not idle either.
Xiao Fuaisui has recently become obsessed with writing "Twenty-eight Kinds of Paper in Xuancheng", showing his rich theoretical knowledge and ability to make up the word count. For example, if you say gold foil-sprinkled Xuan paper, you write about the masters spreading grass under the scorching sun, fishing paper from the steaming pool, and brushing "three axes" on the drying stone slabs...
Xiao Fuaisui refused to do so. He wrote on the gold-leafed rice paper, describing a girl eating watermelon with a silver stick under the bright June sun while writing down a poem in the thin gold style with a soft brush; describing how the extremely thin gold foil, after being smudged with ink, was like a cloud after a rainstorm, hiding in the mountains and rivers, shyly revealing its dyed body; describing how a scholar who went to Beijing to take the imperial examination hid a piece of gold-leafed rice paper in his chest, and only copied it after he had written the most moving article...
The words are very touching and the writing is very delicate, using paper to tell stories and to describe life.
Xianjin was stunned.
She thought Xiao Fu'ai was writing an encyclopedia of traditional skills, but it turned out that he was writing a record of fresh and free-spirited prose.
It's like when you visit a certain blog post and think you'll see some erotic clips, but when you open it, you see what people have written is "Thirty-six Strategies to Increase Sows' Postpartum Milk Production".
Xianjin: It seems ridiculous at first glance, but it makes sense when you think about it carefully.
Everything that happens to Chen Fu is reasonable.
This kind of psychological preparation made Xianjin not only calm down, but also have a strange kind of "as expected" silence when he saw his cheap father Chen Fu, who was wearing a pink and blue jacket, with pine oil smoothed on his hair, and had a hint of warm water and wood fragrance on his body, dressed like a standard pretty boy.
Xianjin silently pushed the sample book forward and said, "Third Master, Boss Shang is willing to print 300 copies of your book for you... and distribute them at a buyout price of 20 taels. If you print more copies later, you will be charged in packages of 300 copies, and I will pay you 20 taels at a time."
Xianjin added, "This price is already very high. The starting price for Master Qin's book "The Domineering Scholar Fell in Love with Me" is only twenty taels. What level is he? He is the overlord who controls the thoughts of nine thousand girls in Xuancheng Prefecture. You only sell one copy of "Eighteen Eats in Jing County" and it's not bad. This price is acceptable. I suggest you sign it."
Chen Fu held a toothpick in his mouth, put his hands behind his back, squinted at the table, and pushed the deed forward, "I'm selling this one."
"Sold it?" Xianjin frowned.
Chen Fu nodded, the toothpick swaying with the arc, "Sold. A few days ago, Xingrongzhai in Xuancheng asked me to order the edition. I paid 50 taels of silver for 300 copies. If the first 300 copies are sold at the beginning of next year, I will print another 600 copies and earn another 100 taels of silver."
Xianjin:?
It's no less shocking than opening a high-H np article, and the result is postpartum care for sows.
Has my own cheap father become successful? Has he become a great writer? Has someone asked him to write an article?
Xianjin felt a halo flashing behind Chen's light blue jacket.
Xianjin was stunned and didn't speak for a long time. Chen Fu held a toothpick in his mouth and ate and drank in a good mood. After he finished, he said goodbye to Xianjin, "...I will go to Xuancheng Prefecture to sign the contract in the next two days, and ask Zhang Ma not to cook for me."
Before Xianjin could come to his senses, Chen Fu had disappeared.
Xianjin thought about it and hurriedly chased after him, and quickly asked Manager Dong to accompany him, "...Please read the contract carefully. Third Master is a person of that temper. Don't be cheated and help others count money."
Chen Jianfang drank the porridge silently and wrote down a sentence in his little notebook: He likes to meddle in other people's affairs and is a hen. He only trusts himself and not others, and gets angry when others don't obey him.
He kept this sentence at the top of his post for a long time, just below the sentence "I like to drink herbal tea, with emphasis."
......
The absence of Chen Fu and Manager Dong resulted in the fact that when the people from Xuancheng came, the only person qualified to receive them was Xianjin.
Xian Jin was tending the shop in Jing County, fiddling with the beads on an abacus. It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and he had to calculate the year's profits and expenditures into a financial statement.
There are only two shops in Jing County at present. The accounts are usually very clean and easy to calculate.
When Xian Jin Gang looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in a plain long gown, with a long round face and a just right amount of demeanor pushing the door open.
"Sir, what do you need?"
After Xianjin returned the abacus to its place, he pulled out a rag and wiped his hands.
This face looks familiar.
Xianjin had a smile on his face, his mind racing, thinking, I seem to have seen her somewhere before?
The visitor smiled and greeted Xianjin, "Jin Jie'er, you have only been in Jing County for less than a year, how come you don't recognize your fifth grandfather?"
Xianjin suddenly realized.
Fifth Grandpa.
Chen Laowu, who had the same parents as Chen Laoliu, who was framed by Xianjin and punished by the family rules, was the fifth uncle of Chen Fu. He now helped Madam Qu and Master Chen Er to manage the three shops in Xuancheng Prefecture.
Xianjin smiled and asked Suo'er to serve tea, and took out boxes and fruits. "...Look at my memory. At the end of the year, all these things came up. I only cared about the beginning and not the end. Blame it on me!"
Chen Laowu sat down happily, his eyes avoiding the account books spread out on the counter.
This small gesture made Xianjin feel more favorable towards this Fifth Uncle who suddenly appeared.
Account books are life. Even if her pockets appear to be empty, it does not mean that she has not temporarily embezzled some money from the public account, or made up for the expenditure of the public account, or advanced the wages for orders to Xiao Caocun and Boss Shang.
Xianjin was not willing to let Xuancheng Prefecture see these accounts.
Although the parent company is one, the subsidiaries under it are in competition for resources.
Chen Laowu's status in Xuancheng Prefecture is higher than that of Manager Dong, but it is not as high as Xianjin's extremely free position in the two bottleneck rights of personnel and funds.
Chen Laowu smiled.
When the old man smiled, his eyes curved, and he looked kind and amiable. He was completely different from his sixth brother, who would squeeze out two ounces of oil from a passing mouse.
"It's your fault, Grandpa Wu, for changing route at the last minute without informing us in advance." Chen Laowu spoke softly, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze. "I was originally going to the pasture to collect feed, and when I passed by our hometown, I thought of coming to see us."
Chen Laowu pressed his hands down and said, "Just sit down. Just sit down. Shopkeeper He should do whatever he is supposed to do. Just think of me as your fifth uncle visiting you."
Xianjin didn't notice that the address of Chen Laowu changed from "Jin Jie'er" to "He Zhanggui". He just felt that the old man was very friendly and spoke in an orderly manner - woo, I haven't seen such a normal member of the Chen family for a long time!
Especially after seeing the fashion guru Chen Fu in pink and blue in the morning.
People said to sit down, but Xianjin would definitely not sit down.
Xianjin followed Chen Laowu and looked at everything in the shop one by one.
Chen Laowu looked carefully at the chest of drawers and asked casually, "What kind of paper is the most popular in our shop now?"
Xianjin smiled and said, "It's not paper! It's a Tianzi grid exercise book and a twelve solar terms notebook."
Chen Laowu nodded in agreement, "I've heard about it before... The Tianzi grid exercise book is something that our family has agreed with the government schools and private schools around Jing County to deliver in fixed quantities; but I haven't heard much about the twelve solar terms notebook at the back -"
"How much is the price per copy? How many copies can be sold in a month? Can we keep up with the production and printing of paper?"
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