My husband Zhuge Kongming

Chapter 2 2. My Father Huang Chengyan

Coincidentally, Huang Chengyan finally returned home today, and before he settled down, he was dragged to the workshop by Mrs. Cai.

"Aya, ma'am! Slow down!" Huang Chengyan was still traveling all the way, a little tired, but his wife couldn't help holding his hand and dragging him towards the workshop.

He also said that he had only been away for a few months, when did he have such a house by the Mianshui, but it was made by his little girl!

"Hurry up!" Cai's boudoir name is elegant, so she was naturally anxious at this time. After hearing the news Huang Cong reported to her, Huang Chengyan happened to be home, so she didn't care about other things, grabbed her husband and ran to the workshop.

"Okay, okay!" Huang Chengyan didn't dare to ask anything else, he only ordered the servants who came back to move the things back home first, and then quickened his pace.

Huang Cong, who was following behind the husband and wife, didn't say anything, but he knew that his sister was much stronger than his uncle!He can even make paper that is as smooth as snow, and he knows how to catch fish by setting a fish cage, and catching wild pheasants and rabbits by setting a trap... Knowing astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom is no worse than that of Guan Zhong!

As soon as he entered the workshop, Huang Chengyan saw the wet paper stacked on the paper rack, and then a huge pulp pool. Song Bo and another tenant were holding a curtain-like object to scoop rice pulp.

Next to it... stacks of paper!
That's right, it's paper!

He has used so much Caihou paper, of course he knows it is paper!

This paper is so white, soft, delicate and smooth!
Take a breath!
How much money does this cost!
Gently touch the already made paper with one hand, close your eyes, and stroke your beard with the other hand, feeling comfortable all over!Drawing and writing on such paper is like floating a thousand cups!

Be a thousand cups!
This feel, this texture, is many times better than Caihou paper!
At this moment, he can't wait to take these papers home and redraw all the blueprints of the organs at home!
Based on these papers, copy all kinds of books!
Hiss... that's great!

Just when Huang Chengyan was obsessed with the feel of the paper, Huang Yueying saw such a middle-aged man with a short beard touching her freshly made white bamboo paper with his blackened hand that hadn't been washed in time, and she was annoyed. Do not call one place.

However, she just saw Mrs. Cai leading this man's hand into the workshop.

"I've seen Mr. Lang!"

"I've seen Mr. Lang!"

"Lang Jun is back?"

At this time, the tenants in the workshop also greeted each other.Huang Chengyan doesn't treat the tenants harshly, so the tenants are also enthusiastic. Besides, the paper is made, and there will be food rewards at that time!
Yes, Huang Yueying is sure, this is her cheap father, Huang Chengyan!

"Father...your hands are too dirty!" Gritting her teeth, she shouted these two words, and removed her father's black hand with one hand, so as not to waste her paper.

"Hahaha, Ah Chu!" Huang Chengyan came back to his senses, saw his daughter, and picked her up without hesitation, "Father is back!"

Huang Yueying: ... I am a 30-year-old person, and I was hugged by a creature named father.

The feeling of hanging in the air at the beginning was scary, but the old father's hands and arms were steady and strong, without shaking at all. Suddenly, his nose became sore and his eyes turned red, and he buried his head on the old father's shoulder.

Yes, seeing Huang Chengyan, for some reason, I suddenly felt a sense of grievance and joy in my heart, and finally turned into hot tears,

Huang Yueying, you can rest assured that your parents are my parents.

In this era, I will go on for you!

Seeing this, Mrs. Cai from behind smiled happily.

In the workshop, there was also joyful laughter.

Feeling the temperature on his shoulders, Huang Chengyan felt more and more guilty when he thought of his daughter's mischievous behavior when she was a child. Before that, Ah Chu was seriously ill due to the cold, so he didn't have time to come back. He was really unqualified to be a father.

Fortunately, God favored them, their family Ah Chu, auspicious people have their own heaven.

"I'm sorry, Father came back late, Achu is not to blame." One hand hugged the daughter, the other hand patted the girl's back, comforting, "Achu is not to blame."

"Father, it's made of bamboo paper. I promise my uncles to ask for credit for them, and each person will give out fifty catties of corn!" Huang Yueying knew that she was crying, but it was probably because of the original owner. She was only thinking about doing things, so she was depressed. Open your mouth and ask for rewards for these tenants.

"Good." Huang Chengyan smiled and looked at Mrs. Cai, who naturally nodded as well. Then, Huang Chengyan said, "It's been hard work these days, gentlemen. After work today, each will receive fifty catties of corn!"

"Thank you, Mr. Lang!"

"Thank you sir!"

"I thank you sir!"

The tenants were naturally happy, and they had been tossing around with the little lady of the Huang family for more than a month, wasn't it just because of stuttering?Otherwise, in this winter, who will do the work?Now that the bamboo paper is made, they have another reward, and it's because of the kindness of the little lady, they accepted this kindness, and naturally worked harder.

Then, Huang Chengyan hugged his daughter and turned around in the workshop. There were several pools in the workshop, some soaked in bamboo, some soaked in bamboo that seemed to be broken, and the bamboo in a pool was is being beaten.

Such a workshop, these pools, and the surrounding walls and houses, although simple, still require a lot of manpower to build.

"Song Jun, you have worked hard these days when I am not at home." Afterwards, Huang Chengyan thanked his tenants, but changed the subject, "It's just that today's papermaking matter, I hope you will not disclose it to outsiders, otherwise, Don't blame me for being merciless."

"Lang Jun said so."

"Lang Jun, you can rest assured."

"Your Majesty, don't worry. We have already signed the contract with the young lady. Uh, the so-called confidentiality agreement, I will save it!" Song Bo was still a little excited. Since Marquis Cai, papermaking has only been used by a few people. The family is in control, not to mention poor families like them, and now the bamboo paper made by the little lady has benefited scholars all over the world.

Although he is old, his son has already missed the age of entering school, but his grandson, grandson's son... Maybe he will be able to study in the future?

Privacy Policy?Deed?Huang Chengyan laughed when he heard these two words, "That's it."

He didn't expect that his daughter was very considerate in doing things.

"Then it will be hard work for you today."

"It's not hard."

"Your Majesty is polite."

As he said that, Huang Chengyan didn't intend to let Huang Yueying down, and took a roll of bamboo paper with his other hand, hugged it in his arms, and said to Cai, "Ma'am, are you going home?"

"Okay, go home!" Cai replied in a gentle voice, then looked at Huang Cong, took a smaller roll of paper, and handed it to the other party, "Cong'er can take some paper and go home, write some, if there is any shortage, Tell your sister again."

"Thank you, auntie." Huang Cong knew he couldn't refuse, besides, he was also curious.

"Is Cong'er eight years old?" Huang Chengyan looked at the little nephew and asked with a smile.

"Yes, uncle."

"Are you ready to go to school?"

"Father has enlightened me, but...hasn't entered ethnology yet." Huang Cong shook his head, with a frank face, "However, this year's harvest is good, and my father has collected all the training for me."

"Good." Huang Chengyan was satisfied.

The Huang family is not only a family of poems and books, but also a family of farming and reading. Different families have different economic capabilities.The so-called ethnology means that all Huang's children are eligible for admission. Of course, Shu Xiu still has to pay it. This is a courtesy.

As for the tenants of the Huang family, they do not enjoy this qualification.If the children of the tenants want to go to school, they need to open up all the joints in the clan, which costs a lot.In times like these, few tenants could afford such a price.

Today's aristocratic families are all like this, this is a monopoly.

This is how the iron family and the flowing dynasty came about.

……

Huang Yueying didn't expect that she would fall asleep, and she fell asleep while being hugged by Huang Chengyan, sleeping very soundly.

"Achu, Achu?" Huang Chengyan called softly when he got home, but there was no movement of his daughter.

"Ah Chu is asleep." Cai smiled lightly, "You can let her go back to the room."

Huang Chengyan also smiled, stepped into the room, and then followed suit gently, put the daughter on the bed, took off her shoes, covered the quilt, and looked at her for a long time, only to feel that the other party was much lighter. Distressed.

At the age of 12, it is still so light to hold.Huang Chengyan sighed again.

……

Back in the study, Huang Chengyan looked at the roll of bamboo paper he brought back, feeling excited again, spread out the paper lightly, took a piece, put a stone on it, and spread the paper flat.

This touch!
He couldn't help it!
So I grinded the ink, moistened the brush, and then splashed the ink, and I saw the ink on the paper, but it didn't disperse. After a while, the ink dried, but the handwriting became more and more concise, with its own charm.

This is many times better than Cai Houzhi!

I couldn't help writing a few more words, put down the pen, and hung the paper on the shelf beside it. The more I read it, the more elated I became!

From now on, he will no longer use Caihou paper for drawing and writing books!
As for the craft of papermaking, he went to the workshop today, and he knew it at a glance. Of course, this has something to do with the complexity of what he has learned. Although some details are not clear, the manufacturing process of Caihou paper is actually similar to that of Caihou paper.

On the way back, he also heard from Huang Cong and his wife that they chose this year's Hsinchu, which is relatively tender and easy to extract the fibers from it... Well, this is a new word, but it does not hinder his understanding.My daughter said that the main components of paper are these delicate fibers.

Raw materials are cheap, and only some labor and time are spent. This is a hugely profitable business.Just taking out these papers in his hand can bring a lot of money.

However, Ah Chu made this paper, and he still had to ask Ah Chu for his opinion.

……

When Huang Yueying woke up, the sun was already a little westward, and she heard people in the front yard saying thank you Madam, it seemed that it was time to get off work today.

So when I got up, I realized that I was lying on the bed, the quilt was well covered, my shoes were taken off, but my hair was a bit messy.

She hasn't slept well at night since this time.One is that he is afraid of showing his flaws and being spotted, and the other is that he is really not used to being in this era.However, he did not expect that after seeing his old father today, he would sleep so peacefully.In the end, the original owner should be relieved.

She sighed in her heart, but people have three urgencies, she had to speed up her actions, she knew that the paper brought back by the old father would definitely be in the study, so she ran to the study, and saw the written paper hanging on the shelf , Seeing that it was not a work, I tore it in half and ran outside.

"Achu!" Huang Chengyan just walked from the front hall to the study room, saw his daughter woke up, and was just about to ask something with a smile, but saw that the paper on the shelf was torn in half, and his face was black.

　Chapter 2, as titled.

　　Babies ask for all kinds of things.

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