Bai Dalang understood and looked at Xianjin deeply.
This look was very serious.
From top to bottom.
From the black hair, to the small and slightly upturned chin, to the slightly bulging chest, to the slender waist, and finally to the natural feet wearing embroidered shoes.
Don’t say it, really don’t say it.
This slut looks energetic and should be very good in bed.
Xianjin felt a thick and hot gaze circling around his waist and legs. When he looked up, he saw Bai Dalang and his two second-class guns staring at him.
Damn it, what bad shit are you holding back again!
Xianjin silently made a knife gesture towards him, his expression calm but his movements frantically.
Bai Dalang was stunned for a moment, then looked away and pretended to listen carefully to Wang Xuezheng's words.
"...The paper for the imperial examination is not a big deal, it's only worth a few hundred dollars. The three shopkeepers have gone through so much trouble to come all the way from Xuancheng Prefecture to Yingtian Prefecture. No matter who is chosen, our school supervisor will cover the travel expenses for the shopkeepers."
Wang Xuezheng pinched his goatee and said, "Well, let's hear what the shopkeepers think, shall we?"
Similar to bidding.
Party A makes requests and Party B makes reports.
Xianjin was not prepared to be the first to speak, so he lowered his eyes and drank a sip of tea.
Mr. Bai stood up first, bowed to Wang Xuezheng, and smiled as he pulled his wide sleeves together. "I heard that Xuezheng came from the six ministries in the capital. He was originally the Secretary of the Ministry of Personnel. He was a Jinshi in the third year of Xuanwen. He is good at music, poetry, and songs. He is especially good at the sound of the guzheng. At the annual banquet of the tenth year of Xuanwen, he celebrated his birthday with a song "Hundred Years". He was immediately transferred from the Hanlin Academy to the six ministries. He is really talented and has a prosperous career..."
Xianjin was completely confused.
My friend, I am asking you to discuss your acquaintance, not the academician.
Did you misread the question?
Mr. Bai continued in high spirits, "But it makes sense. Lord Wang, you were born in Jinan Prefecture, Shandong. The Central Plains is a vast area with many talented people. It is also the hometown of Confucius and Mencius. Even if you advance a few more levels, it will be a piece of cake for you. This time, I think you will not be afraid of the clouds blocking your view, and you will set sail to cross the vast ocean..."
Wang Tixue listened to his life story for no apparent reason, and then listened to the strange flattery again - thank you, I am already at the age of knowing my destiny, and I want to advance, advance, advance... Are you planning to let him work until he is 70 or 80? Wouldn't that be too miserable for him...
Wang Xuezheng waved his hand, interrupting Mr. Bai's words, "I want you to talk about your thoughts on the examination papers, not to talk nonsense."
Mr. Bai's opening remarks were interrupted. He smiled flatteringly and straightened his hunchback a little. "As for the paper for the imperial examination..."
He didn't understand what was there to discuss!
Just do whatever the Prime Minister says!
"The paper for the imperial examination is of great importance. The imperial examination is the foundation of the country, the basis of the monarch, and the foundation of the people. We must treat it with caution and think about it again and again..." Mr. Bai pondered, "Our Bai family is one of the few paper merchants in Xuancheng Prefecture. With hundreds of years of inheritance, even the official school in Xuancheng Prefecture uses our Bai family's paper..."
alright.
From praising Wang Xuezheng, successfully transitioning to praising myself...
Xianjin lowered his eyes slightly and wiped the sweat from his forehead: Party B's proposal report was still a bit trendy for the ancients...
Mr. Bai was still talking nonstop. Wang Xuezheng frowned and waved his hand to tell him to stop. "I asked you to talk because I want to hear how you make the examination papers, how you transport them, how you charge for them, how you provide security... not to listen to your nonsense!"
Wang Xuezheng didn't give him a chance and raised his goatee, "Manager He, tell me what you want to say."
Xianjin said cheerfully, "Hey!" and then turned around and took out two thick stacks of papers from the sack beside him. He respectfully presented one of the stacks to Wang Xuezheng with both hands and began his presentation with a smile on his face:
"Sir Wang, as you can see, this stack of papers is the proposal written by Cheng Heng for the Autumn Examination."
"First of all, what is 'Chengheng'? Cheng means Chen, which means honesty; Heng means Heng, which means balance. It not only expresses the determination of Chenji and Hengji to go hand in hand and start a joint venture, but also expresses the expectation that candidates should be honest and trustworthy and balance everything."
Xianjin turned to the second page and continued with a smile, "On this page, you can see Chengheng's stock of celtis bark, kiwi vine juice, and sand straw. It is very sufficient and is more than enough to meet the needs of this autumn exam—"
Xianjin glanced at the Bai family father and son and said meaningfully, "The reserves are so sufficient that the remaining papermaking raw materials on the market this year can hardly meet the needs of another large-scale papermaking."
"On the next page, there is a contract signed between Chengheng and the Zhen family of Longchuanxi Wharf. We will be responsible for the transportation of the paper rolls from the Jingxian section to the Yingtianfu section.
Xianjin turned another page and asked Wang Xuezheng to feel the paper with his fingertips. "...Please feel it carefully. This paper is a sample paper we made for the autumn examination. It is made of cotton-padded rice paper. It is thicker and more absorbent than ordinary rice paper. It is not easy to tear and absorbs ink very well. There is no possibility of rubbing ink or smearing."
Very good...
Wang Xuezheng lowered his head and flipped through the stack of papers, admiring in his heart: It's very organized, very complete... He didn't know how to put it, but he had a feeling that if he followed the instructions on the stack of papers, this matter would be done perfectly.
This feeling reached its peak when Wang Xuezheng saw a table-like content.
"From March to June, we soak the bark of the Chinese cedarwood tree and dry it on the beach. From June to September, we make paper pulp, bake the walls, and make new curtains. From September to October, we gather 20 masters and assistants to concentrate on making the scrolls for the imperial examinations."
Even the names of the twenty masters are listed at the end.
Wang Xuezheng almost wanted to sigh comfortably.
He had only seen this kind of advance planning in the cabinet.
Even a small papermaking business needs to be rolled out in a tabulated and numbered manner, which makes people feel at ease and relaxed.
Wang Xuezheng closed the paper, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Comparing the two, there is no need to say which one is better.
Even if the superiors ask, this booklet is the best answer.
Wang Xuezheng had an idea in his mind and was about to speak when he heard the door creak. A short, fat man with a big belly walked leisurely into the lobby of the Education Office with his hands behind his back.
Bai Dalang stood up with tears in his eyes, "Master Cao!"
Xianjin turned his head and looked.
A forty-year-old official in a red robe with a potbelly fits the vivid description of corrupt officials in some film and television dramas.
Mr. Bai was also very excited. He stood up, leaning against the square table, and said in a voice that contained tears of grievance, "Master Cao, you are finally here!"
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