Xuan paper has been around for hundreds of years and there is nothing left to be done with it. Our predecessors were just born early, not stupid. Almost everything you can think of has been put into practice - probably because he was dragged by Fat Huahua to worship the land temple during the day, and Xianjin was looking at the land god in the temple, and suddenly remembered the birthday god in the Palace Museum. Then he slapped his forehead and remembered the translucent Xuan paper with the birthday god of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty!
If... a painting can be hidden in rice paper...
My blood is boiling! My forehead is burning! I can’t even sit still! I can’t even sleep!
After three nights of hard work, he still couldn't find a way. Then Boss Shang heard that Xianjin was preparing for a big battle, so he came with two big pig heads. After asking a few questions, he frowned and said, "I'm not familiar with you papermakers, but we're printers. If we want a pattern, can't we just press it on with a mold?"
Wet paper pressing mold?
Zhou Ergou was the first to shake his head, shaking it like a rattle. "No, no! Rice paper takes only two strokes to set. If you press something on it, the pulp will run around. It won't be usable after it's dried. It won't be usable!"
Xianjin narrowed his eyes and looked stiffly at Boss Shang.
Boss Shang felt a sense of oppression - anyone who was stared at thoughtfully by a white bean sprout with squinting eyes would probably not feel very good.
"If pressing it up doesn't work, then... what about shaping it underneath?"
Xianjin's mind raced. He saw a row of paper curtains next to the sink, nodded thoughtfully, and muttered to himself, "Bamboo curtains can be woven into different patterns. Paper pulp is liquid, and becomes solid after drying... Just like baking bread, the shape of the bread depends on the mold..."
Under the shed, Qiqiqi spoke loudly and joyfully, finally breaking the unbearable silence - "Such a good idea... is naturally the idea of our shopkeeper He!"
Xianjin, who was called out, was not surprised at the fame or disgrace, and his mind was full of bread: Come to think of it, I really want to eat bread.
Madam Qu glanced at Qiqiqi and said, "There's no need to flatter the shopkeeper. One is one, two is two. It's what you think. This is a great contribution. You, the shopkeeper, have already given him a huge reward. But you are a rookie and you really need some recognition from the master."
Qiqiqi's eyes rolled around, and her smile combined flattery and sincerity. "That's the truth, of course. One is one, two is two. Black can't be white, and white can't be black. It was Shopkeeper He's idea, and no matter how much others say, it's useless."
Madam Qu finally looked at Xianjin with a complicated expression.
Mrs. Qu had been in the rice paper business all her life, and she knew clearly what this attempt meant - it meant that they had a lot to do!
She is already sixty-two years old!
She has been living in a daze for sixty years! Although the Chen family's business is not bad, it has never been the best. If there is a chance to make it the best in Xuancheng Prefecture, it will be of great benefit to Erlang's imperial examination!
But... how to do it...
Madam Qu shifted her gaze to Xianjin - more than ten years ago, Chenji also had a shocking innovation. Zhao Dezheng brought colored Xuan paper to Chenji, pink paper, orange paper, black paper, black paper... It was popular in Xuancheng Prefecture for a time, and even spread to Nanzhili. There was a saying that "a piece of peach-red paper, a red wall and an ingot of gold". It was so popular, but few people knew that the colored Xuan paper was made by the Chen family.
Zhao Dezheng of the Chen family was the first to make colored xuan paper and earned about a month's profit. Then several companies that made colored xuan paper emerged in the whole Xuancheng Prefecture, with more colors, lower prices and larger volumes. The Chen family had no choice but to reduce prices in response. For a while, the colored xuan paper of the Chen family became the colored xuan paper of Xuancheng.
Chen family, all their efforts were in vain.
This time, what should be done to pass this thing out while maintaining the Chen family's existing advantages?
Old Madam Qu's eyes wandered around Xianjin. She couldn't speak... She couldn't speak and bowed her head to this young girl for help - although she didn't know what solution this girl could come up with, she just inexplicably knew that this girl could do it.
Old Madam Qu glanced downward and glanced at her second son Chen Cai.
Chen Cai was glared at for no apparent reason. He looked around in fear, not really understanding whether his mother was asking him to steal a chicken or touch a dog.
Madam Qu cast another glance.
Chen Cai became even more panicked, and shrank back, immediately admitting his mistake, "Mom, even if you glared at me, I couldn't think of such a novel method... Xianjin is smart, and the one who came up with it is also from our Chen family, isn't it?"
Old Madam Qu was so angry that she had a myocardial infarction: Of course she knew that this idiot couldn't come up with such a golden idea! She wanted this idiot to help He Xianjin and ask him how he planned to sell the paper in the future! If this idiot didn't go to help, did she have to go?
Madam Qu glanced at her for the third time.
Chen Cai knelt down with a plop, and he knelt very neatly. He wept bitterly and raised his head to the sky and swore, "I will study hard in the future! I will come up with a better idea for making paper! Don't be angry, mother!"
Old Madam Qu closed her eyes. She could almost feel the nodule on her left chest caused by anger.
"Get up!" Madam Qu opened her eyes and said sternly. She paused, calmed down for a long time, and finally looked at Xianjin calmly. "Since it is your idea, what are your plans for the next step?"
Xianjin nodded calmly and said concisely, "Yes."
Madam Qu nodded and waited for the next words.
For a long moment, there was nothing but awkward silence.
You have?
Then what?
How to do it?
You have to open your mouth and speak!
Mrs. Qu came to the Jixi workshop and counted the nodules on her breasts when she returned home. She found that she had eight nodules on both breasts.
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