Old Madam Qu looked at Xianjin, then gazed thoughtfully at her hands on the square elm table.
The back of the hands has deep grooves, the skin looks like bark that has been detached from branches, and the brown spots of varying shades indicate that the owner of these hands is not young.
Madam Qu lowered her eyelids and took her hands off the table. "Since this is your idea, just do it according to your idea. You are the head of Chen's now, and I just said it casually, so you can just listen to it casually."
After a pause, he continued, "You need to have your clerks pay more attention to the trends of paper shops in the city these days. You have made the rice paper with silk clips look like a cloud of mist. To laymen, it looks like a riot of colour and exquisiteness, but in fact, once an expert gets the paper, he will be able to understand its essence within ten days. If it sells at a high price now, you must ensure that it sells well in the future."
Xianjin:......
On the one hand, he said it casually, and on the other hand, he emphasized what he was going to do...
It reminded her of her nouveau riche father's catchphrase in her previous life, "I don't mean to say BLALALA..."
If you don't want to say it, then don't say it.
The same goes for “I told you not to be angry” - you know I’m going to be angry, why did you say that?
Xianjin complained in his heart, but looked respectful. He sat at the lower left, lowered his head and took a sip of tea. He looked up at the eldest widow Duan, the second aunt Xu, and the third nominal mother Sun who were all leading the training. These three sisters-in-law were all busy with their own things.
The mother of the Star of Hope, Ms. Duan, looked much more lively. Although she was not talkative, her eyes and eyebrows revealed a completely different energy from the previous months. In short, she was alive again.
Ms. Xu, the wife of Chen Cai, the second wife, was attacked by the account of the former mulberry paper workshop, now the "Fubai" shop, and her eyes were dulled. She has not recovered yet;
Ms. Sun was very smart. The old lady was talking on the stage, and she was talking in the audience, chattering excitedly with the girl next to her. When she was studying, she either sat next to the podium or in the last row. Anyway, she was not a class representative.
Xianjin retracted her gaze, looked at the clock again, and memorized this time - from now on, she would come to Bimatang to pay her respects on the first and fifteenth days of every month, and be sure not to avoid this time. She really didn't want to meet these three ladies, each with their own unique qualities, in Bimatang again.
As Madam Qu finished her lecture, Xianjin lowered his head and jumped, his feet seeming to be equipped with springs and stepped onto the corridor.
"Shopkeeper He——" The voice was soft, like the breeze blowing off petals.
Xianjin turned around and saw the mother of the Star of Hope, Ms. Duan, walking towards her.
Looking closely, Ms. Duan looks exactly like the Star of Hope, with slightly droopy eyes, a straight nose, and long eyelashes...but she looks a little cooler than the Star of Hope.
Xianjin couldn't help but slow down his voice, "Aunt, what do you want?"
Ms. Duan smiled and walked closer. She nodded politely to Xianjin and said without beating around the bush, "I came here to carve and paint on rice paper. I heard that the Shan Hai Jing launched by Shopkeeper He is very popular. He will launch 'Flower Language' next month. Although I am not a master, I have been immersed in calligraphy and painting for decades. Painting flowers and birds is my forte. If you need anything, you can come to me. It is not difficult for me to help you make a base."
Xianjin was surprised, "Really? I've never heard of that!"
She has suffered a lot for pushing Shan Hai Jing!
Except for the painting of Bai Ze, which was painted by a famous artist, the rest were all copied by her and Aunt Zhong after reading books one by one. Fortunately, the pattern of bamboo curtain weaving does not need to be too detailed, just like copying a simple drawing, the overall requirement is that the spirit is more important than the form, so the two of them can get away with it!
But for the next "Flower Language" series, she plans to launch 49 kinds of flower language, making two to three cuts for each.
In other words, if they didn't seek outside help, she and Aunt Zhong, who had no artistic talent, would have to desperately paint forty-nine kinds of flowers, and in the end, they might end up painting Godzilla.
Duan pursed her lips and smiled, "I studied hard in my boudoir, but I was delayed by getting married and having children. Now I am picking it up again. I just finished a painting of a hundred birds for the head of Zhang's Silk Shop. I have nothing to do, and now my family needs it, so of course I will do my best to help."
Duan looked at Xianjin with a friendly gaze, seeming to admire this little girl who stirs up storms wherever she goes. "I am not capable of painting large volumes of paintings right now, but if you only need small, detailed paintings of individual flowers, I might be able to help."
Xianjin's attention was caught by the previous sentence, "Someone asked you to draw a picture! You are really amazing!"
"Your rice paper with silk-cut paintings is also very beautiful." Duan smiled and walked forward side by side with Xianjin, talking softly about fine brushwork of flowers and birds, saying that the brushstrokes of fine brushwork must be fine and steady, and the colors must be beautiful and outstanding, and cannot rely solely on diffusion and artistic conception like ink painting. At the same time, she praised Xianjin for his sharp mind and clear ideas, and said that he was a good businessman...
The two of them were walking away, and they had a lot to talk about, and they felt that eighty words would not be too many.
The third wife, Mrs. Sun, stood at the door, rolled her eyes, and her mouth almost turned up to the sky, "...I always thought that my sister-in-law was a crane, the kind of crane flying in the sky with a fairy-like aura. Now, in front of the new God of Wealth, the crane has turned into a colorful hen, and it is spreading its feathers happily."
It’s fun to talk bad about someone behind their back when everyone is saying it together.
Sun nudged the second wife Xu beside her and said, "Second sister-in-law, don't you think so?"
Xu raised her head, having just recovered from the shock of the account book, and smiled innocently, "Hens don't spread their tails either, it's the peacock that spreads its tail."
Sun: ...
Speaking of peacock, isn't that just praising the Duan family?
Xu thought for a moment and said seriously, "Besides, only male peacocks spread their feathers to attract mates. Female peacocks don't have those few long feathers."
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