So, what kind of tribute paper does the imperial court need?
That night, Xianjin stroked his chin, propped his feet on the cushioned footstool, twirled a pen with one hand, and habitually rubied the ruby and sapphire dagger in his sleeve pocket with the fingertips of the other hand.
This is the homework Xianjin left for his colleagues in the Chamber of Commerce - pool the efforts of all parties and think carefully about what kind of tribute paper the court needs?
A few days ago, Prefect Xiong called her to the yamen alone and showed her a document, which was an imperial decree issued by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, stating that this year's tribute paper would be produced in Nanzhili or Fujian, and a tribute of one hundred dollars would be required.
Prefect Xiong was very excited. It was rare to see him so emotional. His fat face was shaking with excitement. He kept reminding Xianjin, "Be careful, do your best, and make sure you hit the target!"
It seems that she is the hope of the whole village.
Xianjin asked: "What are your requests?"
Prefect Xiong slapped the table, held his head high and puffed out his chest, full of pride. He waited for a long time before uttering three words, "I want good paper!"
Xianjin:......
Is it possible that I know this requirement even if you don’t tell me?
Xianjin frowned, "Are there any specific requirements? Or what is it used for? For example, copying scriptures? Then it needs to be passed through yellow wax before shaping; or if you want to paint landscapes, then you can use raw rice paper to preserve the hairiness of the paper to the greatest extent..."
Governor Xiong's back was still burning with heat, but his words were icy cold, "I didn't tell you."
Xianjin's eyebrows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川". "Did anyone mention who would use tribute paper? If it is a child who is learning calligraphy, thick paper with thick paper lining would be used; if it is an old man or an old woman, colored paper or paper sprinkled with gold would be more colorful."
Magistrate Xiong shook his head like a rattle. Looking closely, he found the old man to be quite cute. "He didn't mention it either."
Xianjin's brows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "州".
The three more points show Jin's remaining patience.
Xianjin wanted to ask more, but Prefect Xiong said, "The thoughts of the superiors are as deep as the sea and as high as the mountains. How could they explain everything to you clearly?"
Xian Jin lowered his eyes and frowned.
That's true.
In her previous life, her nouveau riche father could barely be considered a first-generation rich. He was always confused when talking to his secretary. When he had to revise a speech, he was so mysterious: "I can't explain it well. Tsk, I always feel like something is missing?" Or "Write more deeply here, stand higher, and have a bigger pattern. You know what I mean."
You know nothing.
The secretary's eyes made her want to tear her father into pieces.
Asking her to guess now is just blind guessing! She doesn't even know who the audience is! ? The things in the palace are too far away from her!
In later times, it is basically equivalent to a paper factory owner in a small city in the 18th tier using his brain to try to guess whether someone likes to use a fountain pen or a ballpoint pen! And he also has to guess which brand of pen he likes to use...
The difficulty level is too high, no less than accurately guessing a set of double-color balls.
As for the Magistrate Xiong, whom she had high hopes for...it was like the owner of a paper factory in a small 18th-tier city, asking for help from the boss of another small 18th-tier city, and once again trying to guess which model of ballpoint pen the other person liked.
The difficulty coefficient is slightly lower. You have to guess eleven out of the twelve balls in the Double Color Ball.
Compared with Xianjin, the advantage of Xiong Zhifu lies in that one ball, and this advantage is almost equal to nothing.
Xianjin unconsciously turned the ruby and sapphire scimitar dagger in his right hand, and recalled the words of Magistrate Xiong, "...the tribute is called tribute because of its excellent quality, but more importantly, it is because of affinity, the affinity with the superior - is the Luozi dai commonly used in the palace now really much better than other eyebrow powders? No, no! It's just because this thing was often used by Concubine Hua in the palace when she was young!"
"Think carefully first, what kind of paper does the Forbidden Palace need now? What kind of paper does a woman with a strong and steady temperament like? What kind of paper does she want? Think about it again, what is the first priority for a superior who regains power in the midst of a dispute?"
As the head of a small city in the 18th tier, Magistrate Xiong also likes to be vague. He thinks that what he said is true and thorough.
Woman? A superior?
The scimitar dagger spun rapidly on the table, with the tip of the blade and the scabbard in the right position, spinning into a blurry circle.
Xianjin cut off the diameter of the circle while thinking, picked up the dagger with one hand, and knocked open the scabbard with his thumb. Under the dim oil lamp, a cold light was visible, and a vague white shadow was engraved on the blade near the scabbard.
Xianjin narrowed his eyes slightly and held the scabbard under the light to see it clearly.
It's a crane.
A crane.
A crane spreads its wings and prepares to fly north.
Crane?
In the past decade or so, people in Beijing have liked to raise cranes.
Why did that beautiful and heroic elder sister carve a crane on the blade of the knife?
Maybe you like it very much?
Xianjin lowered his eyes, restored the scabbard, and put the scimitar dagger back into his sleeve pocket.
After a night of thinking, Xianjin had two dark circles under his eyes, but other than that, he gained nothing.
It would be nice if the guide was here——
Early in the morning, Xianjin drank white porridge with pickles, blinked his eyes, and thought so.
It's already May.
Baozhu's coming-of-age ceremony had been held, and the chubby pony was secretly given to Xiaopang Huahua. The willow branches had all become bare, and there were more and more magpies on the lake. Their webbed feet even created ripples on the surface of the lake.
The birds have all arrived, why hasn’t the guide come yet?
Xianjin ate a bowl of white porridge, three fried dough sticks, two vegetarian buns, and a few pieces of sesame tofu with a slightly melancholy look.
“Dongdongdong——” “Dongdongdong——”
Zhou Ergou, wearing a coat, ran very fast through the corridor, and stopped in front of Xianjin who was about to go out, panting, and gasped a few times, "...Mrs. Cui is waiting for you at the door! I heard that Mr. Qiao has arrived at Dingzhuang!"
Xianjin threw away his chopsticks, stood up suddenly, and said in a hurried voice, "Go! Tell Baozhu to come over quickly!"
We'll be there in Dingzhuang by tomorrow at the latest!
You Niang couldn't wait for Zhou Ergou to report, and followed Zhou Ergou's footsteps, hurriedly entering the inner hall, "...We have arrived at Dingzhuang! It is said that the process was initiated from the capital ten days ago! No one was told, perhaps because they were afraid..." You Niang paused, "It happened to be my father's birthday, and I went to Xuancheng Prefecture to pay homage, so my uncle sent me to tell you - I will arrive in Xuancheng at noon tomorrow, and my uncle and Wang Xuezheng from Yingtian Prefecture will meet you at the city gate, and there will be more than 20 students going too. You can bring Baozhu with you and go to the government office early tomorrow morning, and you can ride in a carriage with me."
As soon as Yo Niang finished speaking, Baozhu, Xiaopang and Huahua ran into the inner hall with anxious and surprised faces.
"Sister Xianjin!"
Huahua hugged Xianjin tightly, and Xiaopang held Xianjin tightly with his short arms.
The little girl, who had just come of age, had tears all over her face. She was unable to speak and could only call out incoherently: "Sister Xianjin—Sister Xianjin—"
Xiaopang Huahua's anxious and surprised mood continued until noon of the next day.
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