Has the chief made up his mind so quickly?
Sheng Xia was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, tossed her hair, rubbed her forehead, and took another sip of water.
He looked down at the water glass in his hand, feigning profundity.
With long eyelashes fluttering, the chief smiled kindly, feeling gratified to see their good relationship.
Seeing Xiaxia's embarrassment, he cleverly changed the subject, "Xiaxia, there's still something I don't understand, it's about that paper money... how do you make it?"
He felt that promoting paper money wouldn't be too difficult, since everything sold at Yafatu was unique and couldn't be imitated by other companies.
Selling takeout during a snow season is equivalent to advertising; they only need to open a market like a Mayan market in their own tribe and wait for the orcs to come to them.
Then you can take the opportunity to bring up the use of paper money.
The exchange between paper money and cowrie shells still needs further consideration.
The matter of cowrie shells was simple, but papermaking... he really couldn't figure it out.
How do you make something like animal hide rolls from wheat straw?
Was it fabricated?
If that were the case, everyone could be manufactured, which would create chaos...
Seeing the doubt and hidden worry in the chief's eyes, Sheng Xia raised an eyebrow and smiled playfully.
"Chief, don't worry, it's very simple once you master the technique. We can get some wheat straw to try it out now, and you'll see when you make it."
She couldn't explain it clearly in a few words, so it's better to just look at the result.
She really knows how to do that, and she's quite good at it!
In my freshman year, I didn't have much coursework. I had already memorized and understood everything I needed to, so I would tinker with some random things in my spare time.
I specifically sought out instructional videos to learn how to make sticky notes.
In the end, I made many sticky notes out of wheat straw, and even dyed them in beautiful colors. They were all snatched up by my roommates, and I made several more afterward.
Every step is still clearly imprinted in my mind.
"Okay, okay! I'll go to the back hill to gather wheat straw right now!"
Lion Mountain's usually composed face instantly became lively, his eyes shone brightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes gently piled together.
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