The matter between Chen Sanya and Qiu Dihuang ended here.
There were not many people in the workshop that night. The neighbors in the back rooms heard the noise. Some who liked to watch the fun stuck their heads out to see, and happened to see the terrified Director Zhong carrying Liu Ji's employee Qiu Dihuang and passing by in a menacing manner.
Coach Zhong had sharp eyes. He spotted a head behind the wall and pulled it out.
First give that head a smile, then put on a straight face, "You don't stay in your room in the middle of the night, do you also want to fight with your roommate on the bed?"
Head:?
Director Zhong conveniently defined the gay relationship between Chen Sanya and Qiu Dihuang as a fight - which was correct, a hand-to-hand fight, involving both flesh and fighting, very accurately.
After this incident, Chen Sanya was very depressed for a while. She waited for seven or eight days. Seeing that there was indeed no call from Old Madam Qu, she looked at Xianjin with a little more inquiry and gratitude.
Xianjin hurriedly passed by Chen Sanya.
Chen Sanya called Xianjin, her face red, "... Let's get along well in the future, if it really is..."
If you really fall into my grandmother's trap, you will be unlucky for the rest of your life and become my concubine.
"...I will treat you well and will not interfere with your actions, as long as you don't bring men back to the bedroom." Chen Sanya whispered, it doesn't matter if he brings him back to the bedroom, we can discuss together and make progress together.
Xianjin slowly tapped a "?" on his forehead.
Li Sanshun swung his hand and slapped Chen Sanya on the back of the head accurately, "You are making a fool of yourself! You can get away with it by grabbing Xianjin! Hurry up and work!"
Chen Sanya turned around and cried and continued to do the hard labor.
Xianjin frowned and shook his head. It is true that you are a weak homosexual, but even if you are under my command, you have to be treated like eight muscular men - capitalists will not empathize with you about your orientation!
In mid-to-late July, the weather was getting hotter day by day. The weather in Xuancheng was like the face of a newborn baby, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. The two processes of squeezing water and baking the walls of Bazhang Xuan paper were highly dependent on the weather. If it rained for several days in a row, the water vapor evaporating from the ground would make the Xuan paper moist, which was not conducive to the presentation of ink.
Therefore, taking advantage of the good weather, the Jixi workshop worked day and night.
The chance of Bazhang Xuan's failure is too high. One hundred and twenty pieces in three days and two nights is considered a normal speed. According to the deadline of August 1st to complete the second stage, they can hand in five pieces of paper.
Although it is just an ordinary five-knife paper, it is still a good result.
It is still a long way from the one hundred dollars required as tribute, but it is enough to meet the requirements of submitting samples in the second stage.
Li Sanshun led everyone to work hard in the workshop.
At the same time, Xianjin was not idle either. He made an appointment with Chen Fu to return to Jing County to visit the grave of his mother He Ainiang and burn incense. On the way, he went to Zhanghe Village, Xiaxixi Town to eat a bowl of vegetarian dumplings that Chen Fu had recommended for a long time.
After everything was done, Xianjin convened a short meeting of the Xuancheng Chamber of Commerce. The main idea was to inform everyone of the progress of Bazhang Xuan and that the five-knife proof tribute paper would be submitted to Yingtian Prefecture in ten days, which would then submit it to Beizhili, and then Beizhili would submit it to the Ministry of Rites for decision.
Generally speaking, the answer to the final tribute paper will be revealed in this stage.
After all, the third stage needs to be submitted to the Minister of Internal Affairs for decision, which means that this thing has to enter the cabinet - to be honest, since the founding of the Wei Dynasty, the tribute decision procedure has never entered the third stage.
Who the hell are you, a shameless yellow onion? He's the Prime Minister of the Cabinet!
How can peaches, plums, lychees, and almonds enter the office of the Prime Minister? The Home Secretary has nothing to do all day long, so he comes to comment on your lychees not being sweet enough, your plums being a little soft, and your ink not being sticky enough...
Then don't call it a cabinet.
Ask the cabinet to make a careful selection.
It’s a matter of life or death, just ten days later.
Everyone was mentally prepared, listening to Xian Jin's arrangements with a nervous mentality that success or failure depended on this one move and that the road ahead was filled with soldiers and generals.
"Hengxi, pick five more guys to take over. The baking wall is too hot. The rotation frequency needs to be increased, otherwise the guys will easily get heatstroke;"
"Uncle Bai, can you still get some kiwi vine juice? Bring me two more buckets;"
"Uncle Liu, your guys are doing well. What about Qiu...Qiu Dihuang? He's strong and capable, and he's a promising youngster;"
Xianjin looked down and saw the illiterate shopkeeper Qiangji, "Uncle Qiang, the food you sent tastes very good, but there is not enough meat and vegetables. Please go to Manager Zhong's office after the meeting to withdraw thirty taels of silver. The meat and oil must be guaranteed to be in place."
After explaining them one by one, Xianjin straightened his back and looked serious, "Xuancheng has not had its tribute paper selected for more than ten years. Today, twenty-two paper workshops in Xuancheng have invested seventy master craftsmen and two thousand seven hundred and thirty-eight taels of silver. It took three months and everyone worked together to bring Bazhangxuan back to the world."
All the merchants straightened their backs at the same time.
"No one can be sure whether Bazhang Xuan will be selected, but I, He Xianjin, will put my words here. If he is selected, everyone here will have a share of this bowl of meat soup. If he is not selected, as long as the Xuancheng Chamber of Commerce can enter the third round of competition, I, He Xianjin, will risk my life and lead everyone to win the tribute paper brand!"
Xianjin raised his voice, and everyone was so encouraged that their hands clapped red.
Next to Hengxi was her father Henglian. When the applause was about to end, Henglian remembered to raise his hand and applaud.
Xianjin glanced at him and pursed his lips slightly.
......
On July 29, the sun was blazing, and Master Qiao went on a long journey to the capital, but he still kept Qiao Baozhu with him, "... I went to the capital this time only because I really couldn't refuse."
Master Qiao handed Xianjin a name card, "Now the position of Yingtian Prefecture is vacant. Wen Fucheng and Cao Fucheng, one is like a sheep, harmless to people and animals, but hanging high; the other is like a pig, greedy and will be slaughtered sooner or later. Neither of them is a good person. The only one left, Wang Xuezheng, is not bad. If you encounter something that even an old bear can't handle, go find him. When he sees this name card, he will definitely help you no matter how hard he tries."
Xianjin took the name card and thought of what Qiao Hui said about the situation in the capital being not yet stable. He was a little worried and said, "You must take good care of yourself when you go there."
Master Qiao waved his hand and said, "I hope I can keep the two taels of meat that Lao Wang raised for me!"
Xianjin didn't know what exactly caused Qiao Fangzhi, who had been avoiding the world for most of his life, to travel to the capital at this critical juncture, but since Master Qiao wanted to go, he must have his reasons.
Around noon, after bidding farewell to Master Qiao, Xianjin accompanied Baozhu for lunch, then led Li Sanshun to pack the Wudao Bazhang Xuan and harness the mule cart, preparing to send it to Prefect Xiong.
"Just go ahead, Saburo."
From the porch came the voice of Madam Qu.
Behind Madam Qu were Chen Sanlang and Sun, and behind them were five or six burly old women.
Madam Qu waved her hand, and the old women divided into two teams and quickly stepped forward. One covered Xianjin's mouth, two restrained Xianjin's arms, and another two pinched Xianjin's wrists. With quick and skillful movements, they dragged Xianjin into the inner courtyard.
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