In mid-June, Xuancheng Prefecture was filled with cool breezes in the mornings and evenings, and the air was filled with mist. After noon, the dryness began to rise from the ground.
Liang Dali felt very hot, so he casually put on a short-sleeved linen shirt, wiped his face with the cold water that was readily available in the brothel, and said in a low voice, "It feels so damn good!"
He was a clerk at Yunji Paper Industry in Xuancheng Prefecture. In Xuancheng, where the paper industry was well developed, Yunji could only be regarded as a small or medium-sized workshop with a shop by the stream. There were seven or eight clerks in the shop, and he was the most capable one among the short ones - Boss Yun promised him that if he succeeded in making Bazhang Xuan and performed well at Chenji, he would be given an extra month's salary in the twelfth month of this year.
When he heard that he would receive an extra month's salary, without even knowing what his mission was, he hurriedly packed up his things and became the first person to report to the Jixi workshop.
As it turned out, I came to the right place.
Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating were all top-notch. There was water anytime and anywhere. The old women would help wash and dry the clothes you took off. There was meat, eggs and milk every day, and as much white rice as you wanted. When you got off work in the evening, two women would stay in the kitchen to cook noodles with meat sauce and eggplant sauce as the toppings!
Oh my god! What a wonderful day!
They have only one task, to make paper!
Keep doing it!
Constantly adjust the pulp ratio! Constantly adjust the number of people who pick up the paper! Constantly adjust the paper baking method! Constantly adjust the thickness of the paper!
In the whole workshop, sixty paper-making masters are divided into ten groups. One group who can write is responsible for recording the details of each link; another group with rich experience is responsible for the proportion and blending of paper pulp; and the most outstanding and youngest group is responsible for the most difficult task - fishing out paper!
Liang Dali put his spare jacket on his shoulders, held his head high, and looked very proud: he was in the paper-collecting group.
The person directly responsible for scooping up the paper is Master Li Sanshun, who is famous throughout Xuancheng Prefecture.
Master Li took him directly. Although Master Li was a strict person, when he scolded him, sometimes he included a lot of his mother, and sometimes he included a lot of his grandson. He mainly scolded him from a family tree downwards, and from time to time he reviewed the ancestors he scolded in the previous few days, and there was nothing else.
Just pretend you didn't hear it. Anyway, if you tell others, they will only tell others that "Master Li Sanshun has been teaching me for half a year!" Who would add "I get scolded by him every day" to undermine himself?
Generally speaking, the whole is very impressive.
We were going to spend the next two or three months like this, but who would have thought that someone would show up halfway through.
Liang Dali cast a complicated look at his roommate who was lying in the hill-like bed, gurgling like a living maggot - this guy's surname was Chen, and everyone respectfully called him Chen Sanlangjun. It was said that he was the ex-son of Manager He's stepfather. The relationship was very complicated and he didn't quite understand it, but no matter what the relationship was, in short, this guy was connected to the world.
Ten days ago, this man was assigned to their workshop in the middle of the night. Manager Zhao Dezheng brought him personally. He said a lot, and the main idea was "This is the master of the Chen family, but now he is also an ordinary master in the workshop. Everyone should help Mr. Sanlang, and live in harmony with each other, solidarity and friendship, so that we can grow and make progress together."
This is what they meant on the surface, but secretly the three people in their cover room analyzed it and thought that it might be an advance warning so that they would not bully this sissy.
At least don't hit him.
If you really can't help hitting, at least don't hit someone in the face.
If you really can't help but slap someone in the face, don't slap them. Five finger marks on your face don't look very "united and friendly".
——This sissy is so annoying!
When he arrived, he was carrying three large bundles. They thought they were some valuables. They saw him opening them from the corner of their eyes. Wow, they were full of clothes. There were more than a dozen pairs of underwear hanging between the windows. He got up in the middle of the night, and when he looked up, he was scared to death - a pair of silk pants with a cold glow was shyly floating under the window, as if waving to him, "Come on, have fun, there is plenty of time anyway..."
For the first time in his life, he was frightened by a man's pants and peed himself - although this was also the main reason why he got up at night.
As a young master from a wealthy family, he has some manners to follow, which is understandable.
After all, they are the real men of the Chen family, and they are the working common people. They are here to enjoy life, while others are here to experience disaster. Everyone understands this truth.
The differences in their lives, apart from the fact that the young master disliked them for snoring when they slept, smacking their lips when they ate, smelling bad, not changing their socks for three days, being ugly... just a few small things, what he could not tolerate the most was that this Fourth Young Master Chen had no passion, no recognition, no professionalism, and no willingness to learn about paper making.
Those fucking coy silk panties you're wearing were all sold piece by piece by your skinny sister!
What the hell are you qualified to complain that paper making is a mindless and lousy job! ?
This Fourth Young Master Chen, when he first arrived ten days ago, was first asked questions by Master Li Sanshun and Master Zhao Dezheng so many that he could not even open his mouth. Then he went to the pool and taught eight times how to use the bamboo curtain. The young master just had a red face and a wandering look. He didn't even look at his techniques. He fiddled with his hands in the pool up and down, and no one knew what he was doing.
Maybe he was washing his delicate silk pants.
All right.
If the water pool doesn't work, then let's go to the cultivation room. We'll help Zhao Dezheng lay the foundation. Manager Zhao will take the brush and apply paper, and you will be responsible for separating the sheets one by one below.
This job can't be done.
He was fine a few days ago, but these past two days he has been mumbling about "shoulder pain", "waist can't stand straight", "wrist can't open". Around noon, the temperature got hot. Yesterday was the worst. We couldn't find him at all. Manager Zhao went to look for him in person and found him by the well.
This guy was lying by the well to enjoy the coolness. When he was caught, he just said righteously, "The weather is too hot! There are so many furnaces in the roastery, I don't want to live anymore! Why don't we take an extra hour of rest at noon, and make up for it when the sun goes down?"
Manager Zhao had never heard such absurd talk in his life. He exclaimed, "Absurd! When the water of the paper is squeezed out, it should be put on the wall for baking! Making Xuan paper is not about the paper adapting to you, but you adapt to the paper!"
Chen Sanshao sneered, "If that's the case, why doesn't Shopkeeper He go to the roastery at noon? She feels hot too, right?"
Zhao Dezheng looked at the Third Young Master in disbelief. "Manager He has to go to the beach at noon every day to check on the progress of the straw and bark drying! At that time, the sun is the brightest, the air is the heaviest, and it is hot and sunny. Isn't it more difficult than working in a bakery!?"
Liang Dali saw that the third young master's eyes twisted and his mouth twisted, and he said nothing. He followed the manager Zhao Dezheng back to the bakery. He thought that the matter was over. However, when the young master got off work at night and returned to the bakery, he hid in the quilt silently without saying anything. After a while, the thin quilt was soaked with a large puddle of water.
cried.
This guy actually cried!
Oh my god!
It would be better to hang the silk panties naked in his face!
This grown man is crying!
What good fortune did he accumulate in his previous life to have to see such a vile scene as an old man hiding under the quilt and crying!
Liang Dali didn't want to care about the maggot in the next bed, so he turned around, put on his coat and prepared to go to work. As soon as he came out of the wetting room, he saw Qiu Dihuang from Liu's company carrying two pots of water towards their wetting room.
oh.
Not everyone dislikes this Young Master Chen San.
It seems that Qiu Dihuang, the taciturn man with very big arms from Liuji, has a good relationship with Chen Sanshao, right?
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