After the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed day and night, and the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard held the New Year Festival. Chen's "blind bag" successfully concluded. Xianjin spent two hours telling Manager Dong how to use an abacus.
The forty-year-old Mediterranean middle-aged man took elementary school lessons such as "two plus one equals five", "add one when ten", and "two minus five minus three" as his guiding principles. Once he found the trick, he threw away the small stick without hesitation.
Xianjin and Manager Dong reconciled the accounts separately and without deducting the costs, they found that the total income for these eight days was 187 taels and 4 qian of silver.
I made over 100,000 yuan in just seven or eight days!
Xianjin was a little excited. He buried his head and calculated it again on the abacus. He really made so much money!
It has been almost a month since Xianjin was reborn, and he has always felt like he was living in a dream. Now, seeing the profit amount clearly written in black and white paper, Xianjin has some real and non-dream feelings.
Manager Dong was also excited, with a few hairs on his head swaying in the wind. "...The rent for the store is due on the 18th of the first lunar month, 10 taels per month, a total of 120 taels of silver. Let's split this money first. The red envelopes from the clerks are worth 10 taels of silver in total, so we still have more than 50 taels of silver to use!"
Uh...in an instant there was less than one third left.
Xianjin's excitement was less than one-third left.
In her previous life, almost every college student had a dream of starting a business. Now that she has opened a shop to do business, she finds that the pressure is really great. She spends money as soon as she opens her eyes every day. No matter how much money she earns or how strong the cash flow on the account is, she will give it all away as soon as she turns around and cannot keep anything.
Xianjin and Manager Dong decided to use the remaining money to go to Anwu and Dingqiao to collect rice straw before New Year's Eve (the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month) - Li Sanshun repeated several times that the bark of the Chinese sumac could last for a few more days, but the rice straw was not enough, "At most, we can make 30 sheets of paper!"
Xianjin had never known that straw was needed to make paper. She had always thought that tree bark was enough. Unexpectedly, Li Sanshun pulled her to the sink and gave her a small lesson, "... the bark of the Chinese sumac is the bones of Xuan paper, and the straw is the flesh of Xuan paper! The more bark, the tougher the paper, called pure bark Xuan paper. The more straw, the softer the paper, called cotton material Xuan paper... How much sandalwood bark to mix with how much straw, this stuff is a matter of skill. A skilled craftsman will know the tricks of the trade once he touches it!"
When the old man talked about paper making, his face was full of wrinkles with smiles, as if he was showing off his proud heirloom.
Xianjin looked at him, feeling a surge of indescribable emotions in his heart.
Everyone’s life goals are so clear.
What Tuesday Dog talks about is saving money to buy a new car - probably the epitome of the reality that modern young men want to buy a new car as soon as they have money.
Manager Dong has been a deputy for half his life. Now he wants to be promoted to another place. He wants to follow Chen Fu to build a career in Jing County for a few years and then return to Xuancheng to be the general manager of the Chen family. It would be even better if he could get his sons to join the Chen family and give them a stable job. This is probably the last gamble for modern middle-aged and elderly men before retirement.
As for Zheng Xing's fellows, their goals were consistent and clear: to save money to marry a wife, to marry a wife early and to have children early - well... this simple wish is hard to match in modern times.
After all, people of Xianjin's generation all believe that having children early means enjoying happiness early, and not having children means enjoying happiness for myself...
Everyone knows where their life is going.
Xianjin doesn’t know.
She seemed to be being pushed around all the time.
What exactly does she want to do?
Rich? Tyrannical? Or a life of luxury and drunkenness, sleeping on the lap of a handsome man?
The mule cart moved slowly and bumpily towards Anwu. Xianjin leaned against the wall of the cart with a copy of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature" in front of him. Several thoughts were intertwined and mixed in his mind, forming a tangled mess.
"...If we have some free time, we must try Tiantangzhai's Xiaodiao wine and fermented goose." Chen Fu was very excited.
Oh, I forgot about Chen Fu.
This love-brained guy didn't have any goals in life. He just liked to eat, drink and have fun. It was said that when they were busy making "blind bags", this love-brained guy, who was nearly forty years old, had almost finished all the restaurants in Jingxian city. He also made a ranking very attentively, dividing the forty-nine restaurants into three grades, A, B and C, and ranked them one by one according to the taste, aroma and quality of the food.
Why did Xianjin know?
Because this love-brained man tried to take ten four-meter-long scrolls from the warehouse "for record keeping purposes", but of course, he was politely rejected by Manager Dong with tears in his eyes.
I don’t know what to say.
Let’s drink to the relaxation of love brain.
Xianjin shifted his eyes away from The Exploitation of the Works of Nature, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.
Manager Dong said respectfully, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Our schedule is a bit tight this time. How about we go there specially for dinner next time?"
Chen Fu turned away, lowered the car curtain and looked out the window, saying, "Hey," "Isn't this girl cold?"
Xianjin followed him and saw a figure in the rice field not far away. The figure was wearing a single shirt and pants pulled up to his knees. He was standing barefoot in the paddy field tending to the rice seedlings.
It's a girl.
Not too old.
It was still snowing and I was soaked from head to toe. Two men in padded jackets were standing at the edge of the field. I didn't know what they were talking about, but their laughter spread to the official road and could be heard from the mule cart.
Chen Fu frowned, "Why don't those two men go to the fields? It's so cold, asking a girl to go to the fields is really a piece of shit."
What a piece of shit.
Before I was reborn, there were many men who were worthless.
Now it seems to be more.
Xianjin turned his face away.
The mule cart turned into the village. Xianjin didn't expect to see the girl again at the place where he bought straw.
She was only 13 or 14 years old, still wearing the same single clothes, carrying a pole on her shoulders, with two large bundles of soaked straw tied to each end. The girl put the pole on the ground, leaving two deep marks on her shoulders. When she looked up, Xianjin saw that the girl's face was swollen on both sides, and the two slap marks on her cheeks were particularly obvious.
Xianjin couldn't help but frowned and looked at the village manager, "Who is this girl...?"
The girl shrank back and buried her head in her shoulders.
Before the steward could say anything, the two men who had been chatting and laughing on the field dam pulled the girl in. Without looking at Xianjin, they smiled at Chen Fu flatteringly and said, "This bitch is ignorant. Let's take her back immediately!"
As he said this, he raised his head again and prepared to slap the girl.
The girl reflexively staggered back to avoid it.
"What are you doing!?"
Xianjin raised his voice and glanced at Zhou Ergou.
Tuesday Dog put down the straw bale on his shoulders, stretched out his broad arms and leaned forward.
The man in the padded jacket quickly withdrew his hand.
Seeing this, the village head smiled and tried to smooth things over, "...Old Wang's Erlang and Sanlang, why don't you come over and meet the new accountant of Chen's! Congratulations, accountant!"
He turned to Xianjin and smiled, "The Wang family in our village is responsible for making straw for the paper shop. Most of the straw that Chen Ji bought from our village was made by the Wang family. They are all old acquaintances. When the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, family members no longer recognized each other!"
"Who is this girl!"
Xianjin raised his voice again.
The two men of the Wang family looked at the village head. Seeing that the village head pursed his lips and said nothing, they boldly said, "It's my sister! My sister is disobedient, and my brother beats her. What has it to do with you!"
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