Xianjin saw that the little girl was half asleep, with a red mark on her left cheek from the crease of her clothes.
Xianjin's arm felt a little sore, so he calmly used his left hand to pry open his right shoulder and said softly, "...There are three small papermaking workshops outside Dingzhuang."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a lean old man on the country road, with his back bent and his legs running very fast. He stood beside the mule cart and laughed at the top of his voice, "Is it Chen Ji that Village Chief Cao recommended?"
Village Chief Cao is the top leader of Xiaocao Village.
Xianjin quickly wiped the corners of Heng Wuniang's mouth, dragged her out of the car, and bowed to the skinny old man, "Yes, yes, yes! I am He Xianjin from Chenji."
He introduced it to Heng Wuniang, "This is the head of Ding Village in Dingzhuang. The three papermaking workshops at the back are all his."
Introduced to Ding Cuntou, "This is the eldest daughter of Hengji."
"Big girl" sounds much more domineering than "Fifth girl". It sounds like one is the lady of the house who has the final say, and the other is a poor little creature who has to get monthly money from her stepmother - in outside world, face is something you give yourself.
Heng Wuniang glanced at Xianjin, and seemed a little surprised that Xianjin could tell her her maiden name so directly. She side-glanced and after a while, Heng Wuniang took a breath and said, "Hello, Mr. Ding. I am Hengji... I am the eldest, you can call me Hengxi."
As Ding Cuntou led the two forward, he praised them repeatedly, "Both of you have good names. Gold will flow into your home like a stream..."
Xianjin nodded in agreement—a very cultured interpretation that smacked of money.
Walking along the narrow village road towards the water, we soon saw dozens of bundles of zelkova bark being pressed by large rocks in the turbulent water upstream of Wuxi River.
Village head Ding rubbed his hands and said a little embarrassedly, "Village head Cao said you need raw materials. It's only March now, and the little cinnamon bark we collected before the New Year has just been steamed and soaked in water. There really isn't much..."
Ding Cuntou scratched the back of his head and said, "You know, our workshops are just run by me and my wife. The quantity is really incomparable to Chen's. This little bit of stuff... hehe, I'm afraid it's not enough to fill your teeth!"
"Where's the straw? Is it from Shatin?"
Xianjin took a quick look and turned to ask Ding Cuntou.
Ding Cuntou nodded repeatedly, "The straw and kiwi vine juice are prepared according to this amount."
Xianjin has now trained himself to estimate the number with his eyes, and can be almost right. This amount of raw material can probably make about 60 pieces of paper, which is more in line with the production level of the husband-and-wife shop in the village.
Xianjin smiled and said, "Sixty dollars is not too little, and six thousand dollars is not too much. I want your euphorbia bark, straw, and kiwi vine juice for making paper glue. I'll calculate the price based on sixty dollars, six hundred coins per dollar. Do you think it's appropriate?"
I directly gave a price for a medium-quality finished product of rice paper.
The finished products made by small private workshops are not as good as the paper produced by Chenji and Hengji. No matter in terms of quality or experience, it is impossible to sell them at Chenji’s base price of 600 wen.
Village head Ding opened his mouth slightly: Old Cao had informed him in advance that as long as Manager He opened his mouth, no one would suffer any loss.
With this offer, not only did he not suffer any loss, he even made a fortune!
It’s like you’ve made the money without doing anything this year!
It's like someone buying a steamed bun. The buyer bought flour, sugar and dough, but gave the price of a steamed bun...
The buyer pays for labor that has not yet been expended.
Ding Cuntou felt that he had gotten a great deal, and continued to rub his hands in embarrassment, "It's just right! We still have about twenty pieces of plain white in Curry. The quality can't compare with Chen Heng's, but it can still be used to make some small things."
Xianjin smiled and nodded, then turned around and shouted, "Lord Dog! Seven, seven, seven!"
Xianjin waved his hand high, and the second and third mule carts came down one after another. A dozen young men in tight and padded clothes, with broad shoulders and strong arms, ran towards the river step by step with gloomy faces.
Half of the people rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs and went down to the river to fish for the bark of the zelkova tree, while the other half went to other people's warehouses in a mighty procession.
Heng Wuniang was dumbfounded and turned around to look.
Oh my goodness!
Oh my goodness!
There were three mule carts and more than a dozen mule-drawn carts parked on the narrow country road! !
What are you doing!
What is this to do!
Heng Wu Niang actually had some idea in her mind.
But I can’t quite believe it.
This is... this is crazy!
Oh my god!
Heng Wuniang opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, but her throat seemed to be blocked!
After bidding farewell to Ding Cuntou, Xianjin turned around and walked out with a dozen young men. As soon as he got in the car, Xianjin folded his hands across his chest and closed his eyes. After about an hour, they arrived at another unfamiliar village.
The visitor was a young woman with her hair tied up in a bun. When she saw Xianjin, she smiled and saluted, "Are you Mr. Qin's good friend, Shopkeeper He?"
After a round of greetings, Heng Wuniang saw dozens of bundles of wet zelkova bark and straw being loaded onto a mule cart.
Until dark, Xianjin ran silently through a dozen villages and loaded the mule cart densely and fully.
There is very little real money left.
Sitting in the swaying car, Heng Wuniang swallowed her saliva, tucked her hair behind her ears, and smiled, "Are we going to buy all the raw materials that can be purchased from the workshops around Xuancheng Prefecture?"
Xian Jin was drawing on the booklet with a soft-bristle brush.
Hearing Heng Wuniang's question, Xianjin closed the booklet, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Let's go to Jingde tomorrow and Shatin the day after tomorrow."
Xianjin put the booklet into his arms, and through the small gap in the curtains opened by the wind, he watched the houses and villages with pink walls and black tiles recede one by one, and said softly,
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