Wuxu Hall was the first guild hall of Huguang merchants in Xuancheng Prefecture. Hundreds of years later, Huguang merchants gradually integrated into Huizhou merchants, and this place became a place for gentlemen to drink tea and listen to operas.
Xianjin specifically found such a place, rented a hall, negotiated a monthly price, and booked the venue and refreshments - even if the Chen family is the president of the Chamber of Commerce, it is impossible for them to hold meetings at home every time, right?
It's like a pyramid scheme and too informal.
Therefore, Xianjin had no way of knowing the identity of the pair of eyes behind.
In the brainstorming hall, everyone lowered their heads, some were thinking, some were obviously daydreaming - they were all middle-aged or elderly bosses, and most of the things in the shop were sorted out, so it was normal not to use their brains for a long time.
Xianjin didn't rush and reached out to take the teacup on the small side table.
One drink.
Xianjin closed the teacup with an expressionless face.
very good.
This is also wolfberry tea that strengthens the kidneys and enhances yang.
The mysterious power from Suo'er has already penetrated outside the Chen family.
When everyone lowered their heads, only the illiterate uncle was still looking around bored. While looking around, he met Xianjin's gaze.
"Uncle Qiang, what do you think?"
Generally, the roll call in class starts with a confused look.
Uncle Qiang is the owner of a small workshop in the eastern corner of the city. The workshop is really small and consists of four people in total, including two brothers and two sisters-in-law who do accounting and delivery work, and two descendants in their teens who serve as apprentices.
Uncle Qiang shuddered and blinked, "Ah?" He paused, "I...I'll listen to you all, I can make a difference! My brother and I are pretty good at making paper! The rice paper we make is really good, with layers of ink, just like a flower!"
We ask you to answer questions, not to advertise.
Xianjin's gaze shifted to the fat boss next to Uncle Qiang.
The fat boss lowered his head.
Wherever Xianjin looked, there was no grass growing.
Apart from the fact that the business levels of the bosses vary, no one wants to be the first to stand out in this situation - although the tribute is paid in the name of the Xuancheng Chamber of Commerce, when everyone does something, it is always inevitable to distinguish who contributes more, who contributes less, who contributes more money, and who contributes less.
When the benefits are the same, controlling costs becomes the order of the day.
If I step forward at this time, wouldn't it be obvious that I would be in trouble?
Let those wealthy big workshops and shops take the lead!
"...Whether it's raw rice paper, cooked rice paper, pure paper, special pure paper, plain paper or colored paper, my suggestion is that the size should be large first."
Hengxi spoke, and the little girl raised her head and chest and sat upright below Xianjin, "In previous years, the tributes started with eight-zhang paper, and we can't go below this size this time - the powder paper with small colors is too feminine, if we pay tribute with this kind of paper, our Xuancheng paper will only be used in the harem."
It's not a good thing to be surrounded by the queen's makeup.
If what they make are eyebrow pencils, lip balms, and silks, and they are popular in the harem, it is a good thing.
But, this is paper.
As a paper that carries words and thoughts, its stage should be endless.
Xianjin nodded and concluded, "Well, be generous."
To be atmospheric, first of all, it has to be large in size.
When it comes to large-size paper, the most recommended one is Hachijo Xuan.
Some merchants grumbled, "It was twenty years ago that Xuancheng Prefecture produced Bazhang Xuan paper... At that time, Emperor Xun was still in power, and Hengji produced a piece of raw Xuan paper, which was quite a success."
This story is still shamelessly displayed on Heng Ji’s plaque.
A merchant poked his head out and asked, "Nowadays, in Xuancheng, are there any masters who can make Bazhangxuan?"
Someone agreed, "It's difficult! I think it's difficult! A few years ago, Li Sanshun reproduced the Liuzhang Xuan, which was a remarkable achievement!"
Xianjin waved his hand, "No matter whether we can do it or not, let's think about what we can do first - does anyone else have any ideas?"
Hengji fought at the beginning, and then everyone started talking nonsense.
"We can make pine needle paper! Drain the pine needles and mix them into the paper pulp. The paper made in this way will have a pine scent and the shape of pine needles and leaves. It looks good and smells good!"
Xianjin:?
She personally feels that Princess Bai'an may not go for the forest girl style.
"How about we make origami out of paper, with each piece of paper containing an unfinished illustration story, and we'll make you want to use the next piece after you finish using one!"
Xianjin: ? ?
One Thousand and One Nights: The Metamorphosis of Wei? She automatically matched the background music of Princess Bai'an with a desert style.
"Let's make seven-color rainbow paper! Let's dye one piece of paper seven colors!"
Xianjin: ???
I mean, isn't it a bit too fancy?
How about combining the idea of the previous merchant and making a comic illustration of the colorful gourd baby fighting the snake spirit to save his grandfather...
"Make twelve-color flower god paper! Two years ago, the Ru kiln produced a set of twelve-color flower god cups and plates. It is said that the current emperor liked it very much and even praised it!"
"How do you know? You were eavesdropping under the saint's bed, cat?"
"Bullshit! The master of the No. 18 cave in Ru Kiln is the third nephew's son-in-law of my wife's second uncle!"
......
The building is completely crooked.
Even if it is wolfberry water that strengthens the kidneys and enhances yang, Xianjin still has to drink a sip to calm down.
"alright--"
Xianjin finally spoke.
Everyone quieted down.
"Okay. Good ideas everyone."
But don’t think about it yet.
"As tribute, as Heng Wuniang said, we need to be generous." Xianjin's right hand was casually placed on the small side table. His face was not made up, his eyes were clear, his nose was small and tall, and his black hair was tied up in a high bun. "Bazhang Xuan was the traditional tribute item from Xuancheng twenty years ago. The "Youchunshanci" written by the former emperor is still hanging in the palace of the current sage, so we can know that choosing this item--"
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