Xianjin paused, as if considering his words, "Very stable, very safe."
In short, it is a choice that cannot be wrong.
"Maybe it's too old?" The illiterate Qiang scratched his head. "Twenty years ago, we offered Bazhang Xuan as tribute. Twenty years have passed, and our Xuancheng paper industry has not improved at all. Why are we still offering Bazhang Xuan as tribute?"
Xianjin's eyebrows were indifferent, "How can you say there is no progress?"
After she finished speaking, Xianjin didn't say anything in time, and everyone was waiting for her to make a sudden turn of events.
"Not only has there been no improvement, it can even be said that it is much worse than before." Xianjin raised the corner of his lips, his small lip beads curled up, his expression was very relaxed, "The paper that was made twenty years ago is now full of variables!"
Forehead.
The merchants lowered their heads again.
Back to the way we were when we first started class.
Some middle-aged and elderly bosses thought with grief and indignation: Why should he stay here and listen to orders from a little girl? Now it is even worse. This girl not only gives orders, but also mocks them with great pleasure and in a natural way!
Deep down, he really wanted to leave.
But the butt, sitting firmly, has its own opinions.
Xianjin lowered his head and took another sip of the densely packed wolfberry water, then raised his head and said in a clear and bright voice, "Let's report the Bazhang raw rice paper first! After that, whether it is sprinkled with gold foil or coated with wax, we will discuss it later. If we report this category, at least in the first stage, we will not be rejected by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
"The sample paper will be submitted in August. We have nearly three months to make the Hachijo-xuan."
"Starting tomorrow, shops with more than ten employees here will send two skilled craftsmen to the Jixi workshop to learn from them. Shops with less than ten employees will send one person, and shops with less than five employees will send one person..."
Xianjin paused, "...just show your appreciation."
Brother Qiang felt that he had received 10,000 points of damage, and raised his hand to say, "Qiangji Paper Shop can deliver food to everyone!"
Xianjin smiled and nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Boss Qiang."
Seeing that Xianjin was about to finalize the regulations, a merchant said weakly, "...Do we have a sample paper to learn from? It was more than 20 years ago when Hachijo Xuan was born, and not everyone of us has seen what it looks like..."
How is that possible!
The last time Bazhang Xuan appeared in the world was in Anyang Prefecture, about six or seven years ago.
The last time Bazhang Xuan appeared in Xuancheng was twenty years ago.
Except for Xianjin, the youngest person here is only in his thirties, and it is possible that he has never seen the splendor of Bazhangxuan.
When everyone heard this, they all felt regretful, "...It's a pity that this craft has been lost..."
"My family originally had a few pieces of Bazhang Xuan, but they were gambled away by my unpromising children and grandchildren..."
"It should be impossible to find it in Xuancheng now, right? After so many years, if there are any, there are only a few scattered pictures. Who would be willing to take them out for reference?"
Everyone was talking about it.
"I have."
Xianjin calmly put down the teacup and said, "Tomorrow, I will bring ten pieces of the best Bazhang Xuan to the Jixi workshop for all the masters to learn and observe."
She has! ?
Or ten?
Does she have it, or does Chen Ji have it?
I've never heard that Chen Ji also has top-grade Bazhang Xuan!
It is true that Li Sanshun’s father, Li Laozhang, made Bazhang Xuan, but the quality of the paper was not very stable. The quality of the paper was very superficial and perfunctory and could not be called top quality.
Where is she from?
The crowd was shocked.
Xianjin patted her skirt and bowed to everyone, "I will go back and write the submission documents first. Please arrange the personnel to be transferred. We are under tight time and have a heavy task. Those who have money can support with money, and those who have people can show up in person. It's all for Xuancheng Paper Industry - Bazhang Xuan can't be achieved by just a few people."
Xianjin bowed politely and went out.
She rushed to catch the next trip that Suoer had arranged for her.
Seeing this, Hengxi lifted her skirt and quickly stepped over the three-inch threshold. She lowered her head and asked in a gentle voice, "...Where did you get the Bazhang Xuan? If you don't have it, don't try to show off. Look around the Heng family, maybe there are ten more in the collection."
Xianjin made a "tsk" sound and looked up at the sky.
There is a square courtyard and water from heaven flows into the hall.
"I blackmailed it from some stupid man several years ago."
Xianjin's tone is nostalgic.
At that time, she didn't have so many schedules to catch up with, didn't have so much wolfberry water to drink, and her hair was still growing healthy and strong on her head...
Chen Laoliu at that time was really easy to deceive.
If you just cheat, you can get two knives and eight zhang of money.
Not like now.
There is an old lady Qu behind, watching closely, and no one knows what she is going to do; there is a strong enemy in front, fighting for the tribute quota...
Xianjin smacked his lips and sighed with regret.
It would be great if all her opponents were like Chen Laoliu, simple, vicious and ignorant of the ways of the world. She could just beat him up without having to choose a day or use her brain.
Xianjin's figure hurried, and his narrow and narrow eyes blinked in the Wuxu Hall, his lips curled up a hint of sarcasm, and then he shook his head in disgust.
Be a concubine?
That’s it?
Even if this competitive woman was washed and sent to his bed, he would not want her.
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