"What are you standing there for? Get these people out of here right now!"
At Lu Qiqi's command, Zhao Zhide went into the paper mill and called someone out to do something.
The noise inside the room was so loud that no one noticed what she was saying.
It wasn't until the strong and capable villagers drove everyone out of the paper mill that these people realized what was happening.
Then, standing outside the paper mill gate, they raised their voices in protest.
It's like a paper mill that owes its workers wages and then comes to collect the debt.
The shopkeepers outside all wore cynical and rebellious expressions.
They expressed strong dissatisfaction at being kicked out of the paper mill.
"What's going on with your paper mill? Even princes and nobles don't put on such airs!"
"Yes! If you don't give us an explanation, we're not leaving!"
"Is this a paper mill, or a shady operation! What kind of banditry are you engaging in!"
"This is outrageous! It's an insult to civility!"
"Vulgar, absolutely vulgar!"
Hearing their dissatisfaction, Lu Qiqi picked at her ears, afraid that they would shout her eardrums out.
Zhao Xiaodong was finally freed; the scene he had just witnessed had terrified him.
If the villagers hadn't driven him out, he would have been suffocating in that little hut.
"Village chief, this is terrifying, this is terrifying."
Even someone as quick-witted as Zhao Xiaodong couldn't withstand being surrounded by so many people, let alone others.
Lu Qiqi ordered her men to close the gate of the paper mill, and then had a notice posted.
Let outsiders see that if they want to buy bamboo paper, they must go to one of the six bookstore owners.
The people outside, upon seeing the notice, began to complain even more bitterly.
"What's this paper mill thinking? They're making money without doing anything. Is the manager a fool?"
“Oh dear! You mustn’t say that! This paper mill is the property of the head of Kang Le Township. It’s extremely disrespectful of you to say that.”
The shopkeeper who had started the cursing lowered his head and remained silent after learning about the paper mill's background.
Some shopkeepers, however, were defiant and said, "This paper mill is so grand and imposing. If none of us buy from them, let's see how long they can keep up this grandstanding!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaodong and the villagers standing behind the door naturally heard it clearly.
Zhao Zhide said, "What should we do? Township Chief, won't we offend all these shopkeepers by doing this?"
Thinking of this, his voice became somewhat anxious, "If they stop selling bamboo paper in the future, who will we sell it to!"
Lu Qiqi snorted coldly, "No need to worry. As long as there is enough profit, these people will be like moths to a flame. Even if there is fire in front of them, they will not hesitate to rush into it for the sake of making money."
The man shouted his words, but as Lu Qiqi had expected, no one responded.
Some even felt that this person was a troublemaker, deliberately stirring up trouble.
They might have been kicked out, but he still has connections to them and wants to monopolize the business.
Immediately, those outside the door began to suspect something.
The shopkeeper, who had been shouting, noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, covered his face, and ran away.
Otherwise, if he were to sell bamboo paper again in the future, wouldn't he be humiliated by everyone?
The shopkeepers outside the door could do nothing about it, seeing that the paper mill was determined not to sell.
I could only sheepishly run off to another bookstore to buy it.
After this incident, the number of orders received by the paper mill increased exponentially.
The papermaking pools in the newly built paper mill have been built and dried, and today we can pour in the bamboo pulp water to make paper.
With the addition of papermaking pools, the number of villagers responsible for papermaking has also increased significantly.
Lu Qiqi had already had the master instructor teach all of these villagers.
It's quite easy to get started now, but the speed is still somewhat different from that of an experienced master.
An experienced craftsman can copy 700 sheets of paper a day.
The newly built paper mill workers can only produce 300 sheets of paper a day, and that's only after reducing their rest time.
Lu Qiqi didn't say much when she heard the news, as the skill of copying paper can only be improved through practice.
Master craftsmen don't become experts overnight; they just learn over time and naturally improve their paper-making speed.
As long as we can supply it now, the order quantity for bamboo paper is sufficient.
If all else fails, we can expand our territory and build another paper mill.
Lu Qiqi's paper mill made her a fortune.
With income coming in every day, one is naturally happy and content.
The bamboo paper from Tianxin Village quickly spread to the new capital.
The Minister of Revenue, who was in charge of the finances of the Great Jin Dynasty, learned that bamboo paper could also be used to make paper, and immediately submitted a memorial to the Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty.
The Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study.
"Minister Qian, is what you said in your memorial true? Can bamboo really be used to make paper?"
The emperor sat on the throne, closed the memorial submitted by Qian Lishe, the Minister of Revenue, with both hands, and said with great interest.
Minister Qian knew that the emperor had summoned him, which was because he was aware of the news in the memorial.
He quickly took out a piece of bamboo paper from his sleeve and handed it to the chief eunuch standing to one side.
The chief eunuch took it with both hands, then, stepping on the tattered cloth, handed it to the emperor.
The emperor took the pale yellow bamboo paper and rubbed it back and forth a few times with the pads of his thumb and forefinger.
Then, he instructed the chief eunuch to lay out the bamboo paper and, with a brush in hand, wrote a large character for "bamboo" on the pale yellow paper.
The emperor placed the brush on the brush holder, picked up the bamboo paper, looked at the paper he had written, and burst into laughter.
After a moment, he said, "Who came up with such a brilliant idea? I will reward her handsomely!"
Minister Qian bowed and said, “Your Majesty, this was made by the Lord of Kangle Township and is called Tianxin Bamboo Fragrance Paper.”
Kang Le Township Head?
The emperor bestows countless titles upon township princesses, county princesses, and prefectural princesses every year.
Where can I remember who the Lord of Kang Le Township was?
However, the plague in Tianxin Village had just passed, and the emperor still had a deep impression of it.
Since this bamboo paper was made by the head of Kangle Township, and now Tianxin Village has granted her a fiefdom, she naturally doesn't need to hand over taxes to the imperial court.
This means that all the money from selling bamboo paper will go into the pocket of the Kang Le Township Lord.
Thinking of this, the emperor's face darkened.
The memorial stated that a ream of bamboo-scented paper could be bought for only eighty coins, which was undoubtedly a fatal blow to the expensive white paper.
No wonder Minister Qian submitted three memorials in succession, illustrating the importance of this matter.
Once white paper is suppressed by bamboo-scented paper with its price advantage, it would be a pipe dream to collect high taxes from white paper.
The bamboo-scented paper clutched by the emperor suddenly transformed into an object embodying heinous crimes.
"Your Majesty, the Great Jin Dynasty is constantly embroiled in war, and the national treasury is depleted. If this blank paper is now suppressed by bamboo-scented paper, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Seeing that the emperor remained silent for a long time, Minister Qian wept bitterly.
The emperor's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Minister Qian. He was about to reprimand him when he saw Minister Qian's hesitant expression.
He then asked, "Does Minister Qian have any good ideas on how to resolve this matter?"
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