Xianjin took a deep breath.
This is the most annoying thing.
The bid was ready and the tender was opened, and then a damn acquaintance came - her cheap dad in the previous life had been played with several times and was asked to run with others. Only when he reached the finish line did he realize that if he had just run with his two feet, others at the starting point would have been pushed to the finish line by the tractor's shovel.
Walking a mule also requires martial ethics.
Although the mule knew that someone wanted to ride the tractor, when the backdoor actually happened in front of the mule, both the mule and the donkey would inevitably feel unhappy, right?
Lord Cao, who had just entered the hall, stood beside Wang Xuezheng, like a fat and thin monk, one like a thin loofah, the other like a short winter melon. Lord Cao lowered his head and picked up the booklet, his mouth curled up, and he flipped through two pages with a smile. When he saw the sample paper, he threw the whole booklet in front of Bai Ji and his son, raised his chin and said, "Take a look, can this paper be made?"
Mr. Bai quickly bent down to pick it up, touched it with his fingertips, and smiled flatteringly, "It's just three layers of rice paper! Shatian rice straw has a higher specific gravity, so the paper made from it will absorb ink better."
Bai Dalang chuckled apologetically on the side.
One old and one young, like two dogs wearing masks.
The dog's owner, Cao Fucheng, was a little unhappy. He slapped the table, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Just tell me, can you do it?"
Mr. Bai bowed his back even more and nodded his head, "I can do it, I can do it, I can do it!"
Cao Fucheng smiled, handed the booklet back to Wang Xuezheng, and said calmly, "Old Wang, he said he can do it."
Minister Cao held the booklet between two fingers and did not put it on the table. Instead, he spread it out in front of Wang Xuezheng, waiting for him to take it.
Wang Xuezheng's eyes swept downward, and his goatee also tilted downward. He neither took it nor pushed it away, and he neither spoke nor moved.
The two fourth-rank local officials in scarlet robes represented almost the highest power in the entire Southern Zhili. The pressure of the silent confrontation between the experienced officials was so heavy that it made people feel as if their chests were being pressed down by a huge rock.
Bai Dalang's legs trembled unconsciously.
Mr. Bai glanced at his disappointing eldest son, and steadied his trembling knees at the same time - why did he feel like kneeling?
Heng Wuniang tried hard to control her emotions and looked at Xianjin with worry in her eyes.
They...probably spent nearly eight hundred taels of silver to buy fodder and raw materials, which was almost all the cash in the two families' counters.
She didn't even tell her grandfather about this expense.
Once the water is gone, what awaits her...
She didn't know what it was either.
It won't be a good ending anyway.
My brother is almost grown up, and she just turned 15 last year...
Heng Wuniang lowered her eyelashes slightly. The Heng family would not do something like the Bai family did, such as selling their daughter as a concubine, but they could definitely marry her to some wealthy businessman in his fifties as a concubine in order to seek the next development of Hengji.
There is even a high possibility that her dowry will be deducted to make up for the money she lost...
“Whether you can do it or not is not determined by words.”
Amidst the silence and concentration, a clear and bright voice came out, "The Bai family said they could do it, but can they really do it? The entire Xuancheng Prefecture is trying to make the Liuzhang Xuan, but isn't it only our Chen family that has actually made it?"
Xianjin's eyes were steady and his tone was gentle but firm.
Cao Fucheng's attention was attracted by Xianjin. He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses - he didn't notice it before, he just saw a thin bamboo pole standing there, but looking at it now, this girl looked quite unique.
Other women have bent backs, but this girl has a straight back. She is wearing a long gown and a thin quilted jacket, so her figure cannot be seen clearly, but just by looking at her long arms and hands, you can tell that this girl has a thin waist and long legs.
There is nothing wrong with him in his life, except one word: he is a little short.
Because he was short, during the palace examination, he was ranked as a Shujishi, which meant he was a stepmother.
Because he is short, he prefers tall people.
There are eight concubines and four maids in the room, all of them are tall and thin beauties with long legs and long necks. The most favored one is Bai Zhaoer, who has a thin waist, long legs, white skin and red lips. She is a little stupid, but on the bed, the force of her long legs hooked tightly around his waist is really breathtaking.
The famous shopkeeper He was tall, thin, and fair, with a straight back. The pair of long legs under his long gown were only straighter, longer, and whiter than Zhao'er's.
Cao Fucheng's eyes flickered over Xianjin.
He is a modest gentleman. He is always willing to be humble and generous to beautiful women, especially those who suit his taste.
"Then tell me, what do you want to do?" Cao Fucheng sat down, threw the booklet on the square table, put his huge belly on his legs, picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes and blew on it.
Xianjin said calmly, "Merchants that make paper have ready-made raw pulp. Give us ten days. Chengheng and the Bai family will make complete samples of paper and accept the inspection of Yingtian Prefecture together."
Minister Cao took a sip of tea and glanced at the Bai father and son calmly.
The Bai family's father and son nodded frantically.
Cao Fucheng nodded slightly, "Okay."
Xianjin let out a long breath and pursed his lips.
In Cao Fucheng's opinion, this expression was very interesting and it tickled his heart.
I haven't met a girl like this for a long time.
My heart was itching, and my face was filled with a warm smile.
"If you have any other ideas, tell me all of them while I'm here." Cao Fucheng thought that his current demeanor must be very alluring - a powerful official lowering his voice and listening carefully to your requests... Who wouldn't be confused?
Xianjin frowned and took a step back imperceptibly.
Damn, this official is so uncultured!
My throat is hoarse from the cold, and I’m still talking to people!
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