"I like it!" Ling Jiheng had never heard of anyone in the Yong Dynasty using gold powder as ink to write.
Chi Xingyue walked over, stroked the word "Fu" on the paper and said, "It's a pity that gold powder is too expensive. It's not worth it to use it for writing. As for copper powder, the color is reddish and a bit dark, and it doesn't look shiny enough."
As for pearl powder, it was just there to make up the numbers. She had never seen anyone write with pearl powder.
Instead, it is decorated on red paper in a unique way, making the plum blossoms look particularly vivid.
Chi Xingyue knew that gold powder in later generations was a mixture of copper powder and zinc powder in a certain proportion. But where could she find zinc powder in the Great Yong Dynasty?
This copper powder was filed off by blacksmiths when they were making copperware. It does not have the delicate luster of later copper powder.
Chi Xingyue was tidying up the table while chatting with Ling Jiheng, "I plan to mix some silver powder into the copper powder tomorrow, or maybe mix copper powder and gold powder together to see the effect.
If this is possible, the cost will be greatly reduced. As the Spring Festival approaches, we can make a small profit from these couplets."
In fact, Chi Xingyue thought about more.
Yunrou County has limited financial resources, so they can sell the goods elsewhere or resell them to secondary traders.
If sales are high, you can make a lot of money.
Although this is another idea with low technical content, it will soon be imitated by others.
But they can build their core competitiveness through the color and pattern features of gold powder.
Coupled with the inherent advantage of being the "first", it is not a problem to make some quick money.
Chi Xingyue even felt that she could pioneer the use of gold powder and gold paint in architecture, furniture, porcelain, etc.
Ling Jiheng felt that his young wife was a treasure that could never be exhausted and could always come up with money-making ideas anytime and anywhere.
I can't help but feel lucky that I had her by my side, which made life smooth and interesting.
Nodding: "Okay, I'll go with you!"
Chi Xingyue smiled and brought the warm food from the ear room over. After watching Ling Jiheng finish eating, she returned to the kang and took a nap.
This winter, the snow seems to have never melted.
Although it would stop for a few days occasionally, it had no effect on the temperature outside, and the snow kept piling up thicker and thicker.
Song Lizheng looked at the bad weather and didn't know what to say.
If Ling Jiheng hadn't reminded them that extreme cold was coming, they would have frozen to death in this cold weather.
This trip was also rewarding.
When the Cui family heard that Song Li was here to arrange for everyone to grow mushrooms, they were a little excited, but no one expressed their opinion.
It wasn't until Cui Shouqing said they could give it a try that everyone agreed.
Mr. Cui asked the concubines' families to squeeze together to make room for a cellar. He would give these families an extra 20% of the future profits.
Of course, the illegitimate son was unwilling, but he was counting on Cui Shouqing to be reinstated and return to the capital, so he endured it.
Cui Yujiao glared at Cui Wan'er hatefully, her face full of anger.
But he didn't expect to be caught red-handed by Song Lizheng.
I thought it was a good thing that his youngest son came to his senses and turned back, otherwise if he married her into the family, wouldn’t the whole place be turned upside down?
Song Lizheng rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and went to the homes of other exiles with Song Laoer.
Thinking that life here is poor, they would be happy to accept the suggestion of growing mushrooms.
But all officials have integrity, and not everyone can be as humble as Cui Shouqing.
I always feel that if I agree, I will be no different from an old farmer in the country.
However, the indigenous people of Dahe Village had no objections. They happily discussed with their friendly relatives that they would live in the same cellar during the winter and then build their own houses in the spring.
Song Lizheng quickly got everyone to sign the contract and was about to go home when he found that it was snowing again.
The wind blew so hard that he shivered.
Song Lizheng walked home step by step with his hands in his pockets.
He thought that if Ling San could come to pick him up, he would definitely treat him like his own son!
But he walked and walked for a long time without hearing the sound of the oxcart. He couldn't help but sigh, thinking that he was overthinking it.
Just when he gave up, he seemed to hear the crunching sound of feet stepping on the snow.
Song Lizheng looked up and saw a black shadow appear in the white snow.
The distance was quite far and I couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
But his heart was inexplicably filled with a belief, that is, the person coming was a member of the Ling family.
Song Lizheng's heart was pounding wildly and he stood there without moving.
After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, the ox cart arrived.
Ling Liu bared his big white teeth: "Uncle Village Chief, I'm here to pick you up!"
"Hey, hey!" Although it wasn't Ling San, Song Lizheng was still moved to tears.
He hurriedly climbed onto the ox cart and drank a cup of warm ginger and jujube tea, and the coldness in his body completely dissipated.
At the same time, we decided not to wait any longer and to buy a bullock cart when we got back.
I just didn't prepare any fodder, so I'm afraid I'll have to spend a lot more money.
But so what? I have to buy it.
The Ling family treated him well, so he couldn't take advantage of them.
After signing the contract, you will inevitably have to travel between several villages. It is more convenient to have a car.
We chatted and laughed along the way, and time passed quickly.
Nearing evening, Song Lizheng arrived home and invited Ling Liu to have dinner at his home before washing up and resting.
***
After a thorough investigation, Fu Huanping's men quickly grasped the network of relationships between the human trafficker father and son, and sent people to catch them all in one fell swoop, and also uncovered a lot of secrets.
What made him feel cold was that Bei Liao had actually sent quite a few spies to infiltrate Zhou's army.
After years of dormancy, some of them even became centurions and were highly valued by their superiors!
If this continues for a while, won't he be in a high position?
By then, not to mention the Zhou family army, even Youzhou City and the Dayong Dynasty would be in danger.
Zhou Chengyu immediately dealt with the traitor calmly, while Fu Huanping also led his men deep into the enemy area to see how insidious and despicable the people of Northern Liao were.
Despite the strong wind and heavy snow, the group had a smooth journey. When they found the legendary Nanfeng Pavilion, Fu Huanping was so angry that he was shaking.
There is no other reason. All the men who receive customers there are citizens of the Dayong Dynasty.
They were tortured to the point of losing their backbone, and their eyes were numb as they tried to please the group of burly Bei Liao people.
She was kneeling to pour wine, being groped, and walking around the hall with a burning brazier while wearing a thin gauze dress.
Occasionally, you can hear suppressed or excited humming sounds coming from the corner.
Fu Huanping pinched his fingertips into his palms, closed his eyes, and warned himself not to act rashly.
The madam came forward with a smile and said, "Brother, if there is anything you like, feel free to pick whatever you like.
One to one, one to many, many to one, it's all fine, it depends on how you like to play it! "
He lowered his voice and said it boastfully, "Besides, the guys in our museum are very obedient. If you want to try something exciting, it's not impossible.
No, you know!"
The madam rubbed her fingers together, trying not to make the implication too obvious.
Fu Huanping coughed lightly and said nothing.
He took out a handful of banknotes from his pocket and pointed at the poor little guy who was pinned to the ground by several strong men.
"Oh~~~ So guests like petite girls! Okay, okay, I'll take them to your room!"
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