"This is the latest ratio for making Bazhang Xuan paper. Although it's not completely perfect yet, it's very close. Except that the edges of the paper are a little fuzzy after drying, and the vertical lines are not pretty... According to this ratio, Gou Ye can start making paper with Qiqiqi and the guys in Xiaocao Village. Also, tell Nan Xiaogua to find out the cost basis, so that we don't work hard to make tribute, but end up losing money to gain publicity."
Xianjin sealed the letter with wax and handed it to Suoer solemnly, "You must, you must, you must, personally hand it over to Lord Gou intact."
Suo'er solemnly hid the letter in his chest and said, "I swear on Tuesday's dog's intact right leg."
Xianjin: "..."
I am so lucky to have you.
"Do you need Brother Zheng to accompany you?" Xianjin was still worried. It took five days and four nights to travel from Xiaocao Village to Xuancheng Prefecture, and Xianjin was afraid that things might not go smoothly along the way.
Suo'er was horrified, "How can a man and a woman be alone in the same room?"
Xianjin said angrily, "When you went to take care of Zhou Ergou, were there any innocent souls watching?"
Suoer curled her lips.
Xianjin just reacted: Oh, if Brother Zheng goes, Zhou Ergou will definitely accompany him to drink every night, and drink seven times in two days. He will be so drunk that he will naturally have no time to care about this fat black girl.
Damn you, scheming lovebirds.
In the end, they sent Zhang Ma along, and also sent a mule cart to drag Zheng Er, who didn't drink alcohol and only ate meat, to escort them.
Suo'er ran away with the secret letter, and Aunt Zhong came in with the secret letter. Aunt Zhong handed it to Xianjin with a serious look on her face. Seeing that there was no one around, she still chose to lean over and whisper, "Chen Sanlang asked the clerk in the same room to deliver the letter to the warehouse, saying that it was for the third wife, Sun, and I kept it privately."
Xianjin's eyebrows twitched and he took the letter from Aunt Zhong's hand.
My goodness, how many evil things does this Sanlangjun want to accuse?
Such a thick stack!
Even if she wrote her own autobiography, she might not be able to write it in such depth!
Xianjin put the letter on the table, his right hand casually resting on the envelope, his eyes accurately falling on the seal - to read or not to read, this is a question, should I silently endure the heartbeat of guessing and opening the blind box, or should I just abandon the moral sense of modern people in the future and figure out what bad things these three grandmothers and grandchildren are going to do...
Xianjin was in a dilemma.
Aunt Zhong glanced at Xianjin, lowered her head and said softly, "Boss, I have opened it and looked at it."
Xianjin breathed a sigh of relief: You are not worthy of being the general assistant, it is against the will of heaven.
"What did you say?" Xianjin turned the letter over and threw it casually to the corner of the table. He crossed his arms across his chest and asked calmly.
Aunt Zhong has a serious look and often smiles, which suggests that she has the style of Dong, the manager, who does not show his emotions. "The first five pages are all about complaining about the Jixi workshop's sloppy treatment of people. He suffered a lot here, did not sleep well, did not eat well, and had a very difficult life."
It's just a piece of writing to make up the word count!
You've only been here for ten days and you've already got so many pages of complaints about your boss?
This writing skill needs to be sent to Chen Fu, and Xiao Fu and Ai Rong should learn it well, so as to avoid being dissed for writing short, small and short-lived articles.
Xianjin nodded and asked Aunt Zhong to continue.
"The three pages in the middle mostly complain about you not doing your job, being sloppy and muddle-headed, being out of sight all day, taking advantage of troubled waters, and not living up to your reputation." Aunt Zhong reported the truth and smiled, showing the demeanor of a general assistant. "All these are false and biased descriptions."
Xianjin curled his lips and smiled.
Xianjin smiled, but Aunt Zhong stopped smiling and became serious. "On the last page, Chen Sanlang wrote a letter with aggrieved words and tears streaming down his face, asking the Third Madam to think of a way and to persuade the old lady to change her mind and ask you not to marry into his room as a concubine."
Xianjin's hand, which was tapping the table, stopped in mid-air.
Just as Mother Zhang left, Gang was squatting in front of a small stove, roasting the pumpkin seeds from an old pumpkin.
The pumpkin kernels with the ripe red flesh of an old pumpkin emit a sweet, burnt aroma when roasted over charcoal fire.
Xianjin's brain felt like it was hit hard by a hammer three, four, five, six, seven, eight times in succession, and he felt the pain of rebuilding ruins after an 8.0 magnitude earthquake.
She could understand why Mrs. Qu wanted to help the Chen family seize power from her, and she could also agree with the Chen family's rejection and distrust of her. She fully understood that her existence blocked the way for the next generation of the Chen family - this was human nature, and she had never optimistically and blindly placed her hopes on the family business to be open, accepting, and tolerant.
In this era, since she is in this era, it is difficult for her to change jobs.
In later lives, if you are unhappy with your job and your boss is humiliated, you can still hope for a salary increase by changing jobs. But in this era, if she wants to change jobs, the Chen family will turn around and send her to the government, and accuse her of poor management, dereliction of duty, or deceiving her master. She flipped through the law book of Director Qiao, and what awaits this dark brown delicate flower is ruthless exile.
Although she is not good-looking, it cannot be denied that she is a delicate flower.
Exile was a burden she could not bear.
So she has always been a powerful supervisor, making her boss wary and dependent on her, making her boss wary and dependent on her, fearing that if she leaves, there will be no one to use her, and wondering if the power she has delegated is too much and too concentrated...
As she had more and more chips in her hand, she gradually felt relieved: Xuan paper was so good, and she, with her utilitarian mentality, seemed unworthy of being the operator and spokesperson of Xuan paper.
She felt herself blending into the white pulp pool, into the blood, sweat and tears that Chinese craftsmen had put into making this paper for thousands of years...
"Bang--"
A wake-up call.
Xianjin's hand stopped in mid-air, and he slowly put it down after a long time. His eyes were fixed on the thick letter paper, his lips were tightly pursed, and his little finger trembled slightly uncontrollably.
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