Time seemed to have stopped.
All the muscles in Qiao Hui's body felt like they were thrown into a half-meter-high fire and burned.
He seemed to lose the ability to speak in an instant, and opened his mouth subconsciously. Reason told him that he had already said something.
You can joke, talk nonsense, or even sing a few lines!
Gotta make some noise, right?
But I couldn't spit anything out.
He swore that even when the Japanese sword was pointed at his throat in the East China Sea, he had never been so tense!
Qiao Hui was silent for a long time. In desperation, he subconsciously stretched out his arms, tightly wrapped around his chest, and said something that he didn't even think about, which was enough to make him regret for the rest of his life, "No matter how big it is, I won't let you touch it!"
"Crack——" Half of the brick and tile on the back room fell down.
Xianjin was dumbfounded, then he covered his mouth and laughed, "You begged me to touch you, but I still won't!"
Do boys really understand girls’ sincere love for muscles?
This kind of love is pure, noble, free from vulgarity and beneficial to health!
After expressing his sincere feelings for his muscles, Xianjin poked his head out, and seeing that the stench of sweat from the shower had all gone away, he stood on tiptoe and crept out along the wall.
Qiao Hui followed behind with his head down.
Xianjin waved goodbye to Qiao Hui.
Qiao Hui turned his back and waved randomly without saying a word, and returned to Baige Hall in silence. As soon as the door was closed, the leader of the Death Guards, Liu Shanhu, climbed down from the pillar as usual, his face almost twitching from trying to hold back a smile.
"Don't laugh." Qiao Hui gritted his teeth, "If a fourth person knows what happened today, you'll go back to the East China Sea and continue moving corals!"
Liu Shanhu's mouth was almost wavy from holding back her anger, and her hands flew out to sign in.
Judging from his bent palm and fingers that seemed to be about to speak, it should be some taunt that needs to be blocked out.
Qiao Hui turned his face away, closed his eyes, and completed a simple refusal to accept.
Liu Shanhu was still working tirelessly. Qiao Hui closed his eyes and walked back to the room alone. He pulled down the bead curtain, stood with his feet apart, and folded his arms over his chest. He silently watched the moonlight diffuse through the narrow gap. He looked calm and peaceful.
After a silence of about a quarter of an hour, Qiao Hui lowered his head and dug out a heavy stone lock from under the bed. He stood in a horse stance, picked it up with one hand, swung it upward with force, and landed it on his flat elbow very skillfully. He then started practicing.
At three quarters past midnight, Young Master Qiao drew the curtains and exercised secretly in his room.
Next time we meet, his chest muscles will have to be bigger - maybe the moonlight tonight was mixed with wine, Qiao Hui thought this while being drunk and dazed.
......
Qiao Hui was able to notice that three people from Chen's team were absent. After the "Twenty Rules" were posted, some guys in the advancement camp also discovered it one after another.
Being discovered is no big deal.
Everyone knows about Zhou Ergou's leg injury. In the hot summer weather, wounds are prone to itching and infection. Manager Dong's eldest son was only promoted by Xianjin this year, and he has a low presence and is extremely low-key and introverted. There is no need to mention Nan Xiaogua. Except for Chen's people, the employees of other businesses have basically never heard of him and have no idea about him.
So even though it was discovered, it did not cause any waves.
The work of the promotion camp continued to move forward. Xianjin and Li Sanshun had discussed a long time ago why the production of Hachijo Xuan had stagnated for ten or twenty years.
Li Sanshun believes that the reason why Bazhang Xuan cannot be made is that today's paper-making masters no longer pursue craftsmanship, but instead take shortcuts and blindly pursue "novelty" and "what I have that you don't".
"...For example, is your carved rice paper difficult to make? It's not difficult. Just draw the bamboo curtains well and choose patterns that are beautiful and auspicious. Any ordinary master can do it." The old man held a cigarette holder in his mouth, and his eyes were smoked by the smoke. "The really difficult things that require skills are not made by anyone - if it's not a good idea, who would do it? Who would be willing to settle down and make old things when they can make a lot of money by doing some unconventional things?"
Xianjin just smiled and said nothing, only listening to the stubborn old man expressing his opinions while at the same time bringing out his own agenda.
"If no one does it, it's fine for one or two years, but in ten or twenty years, this thing will be extinct and no one will be able to get it again." The old man exhaled circles of smoke after another, squatting on the old bench and tapping the cigarette holder.
Xianjin has a different view. "Merchants need to make money to eat before they can concentrate on making things. Why hasn't Jing County or even Xuancheng Prefecture produced a single Bazhang Xuan paper in the past ten or twenty years? Because paper merchants have had a hard time these years."
"To make Hachijo xuan, you need a very large pulp pool, at least 50 or 60 people to fish out the paper at the same time, and you have to test the pulp ratio and the technique of combining the forces over and over again."
"All these things cost money. Without money, we can't buy enough raw materials to make them, let alone hire fifty or sixty experienced chefs."
Xianjin always liked chatting with old man Li Sanshun. There were always beautiful sparks between the collision of the old and the new. "Now that the Chen family has made money, they can afford the daily food and raw material supply for such a small restaurant. Think about it yourself. Three years ago, even if the court asked us to do Bazhangxuan, what would we do with the confidence? Would we dare to do it?"
There was still tobacco burning in the old man's mouthpiece. He was used to smoking old leaf water pipe, but now he has changed to smoked thin tobacco which is said to be "healthier and more advanced", but he always feels that it is not strong enough.
The old man took a few puffs and said in a muffled voice, "You can read and write, and I, an old man, just listen to you."
Xianjin took a few bunches of tobacco from the sachet, rolled them into a small ball and stuffed it into the mouthpiece. He refilled the old master's cigarette and looked at the ceiling not far away. "You, you know I'm right, but you're still stubborn."
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