A piece of paper

Chapter 183 Cockroach makes meritorious service
In the early morning light, the tiles on the eaves of Pingji Oil Shop in the easternmost part of Xuancheng Prefecture prominently highlight the glow of the warm sun.

The mulberry paper workshop at the east end of the city is right next to Pingji Oil Factory.

A middle-aged man with a beard on his face, half asleep, leaned on the bamboo pole of the mule stable. In front of him stood a huge upward-facing kiln. The mouth of the kiln was covered with a bamboo woven pointed lid like a bamboo hat. The firewood in the kiln was very strong. , the misty and white steam rushed straight up to the bamboo shed, and was blocked by the shed. The steam was like a bird in the same forest when a disaster struck, fleeing in all directions anxiously and anxiously.

The middle-aged man's facial hair was so thick that his nose and chin were completely submerged. The early sunlight in mid-autumn finally caught up with the pursuit of the bamboo shed, and projected confidently and directly onto the man's droopy and baggy eyelids.

The man rubbed his eyes and was stunned for a moment. He immediately got down on all fours and looked at the fire. His nervous expression finally relaxed under the strong fire.

"Steward! Steward!"

A boy rubbed his eyes and stumbled in, "Someone is coming!"

The man's legs were very stiff from sitting all night. When he wanted to stand up, he tripped over his stiff feet and almost fell down.

"Open when people come! Why are you shouting?" The man had no choice but to stand up holding on to the pillar.

The boy became more and more anxious and couldn't explain clearly. He stamped his feet and shouted, "No, no! I'm not buying paper. Chen Jiahe. Girl, oh, oh, oh! Manager Zhao, please go to the front door to pick me up!"

When the waiter heard this, Manager Zhao was no longer in a hurry. He laughed, lowered his head and straightened his clothes, "The newly minted shopkeeper He, come here. He is in charge of the third store in Xuancheng and Lao Qu of Jixi Workshop." Being forced to run around the city every day, Lao Lintou from the Dengxuan Workshop was even worse. He was forced to go straight back to his hometown. Now, do you think of touching us?"

The boy shook his head vigorously, his eyelids darting all over the place.

Manager Zhao slapped the boy on the back of the head, "Possessed!?"

The boy stammered, "Don't, don't say that."

"Don't say it? Don't say anything? I, Zhao Deji, sit upright and upright. I am not lazy and greedy like Jixi old man Qu, nor am I stupid and bold like the six men in the Jingxian workshop, Chen Lao! I, Zhao, have come this far. It’s one step at a time, one step at a time, one spit at each nail! There’s nothing I can’t say!”

Zhao Dezheng, who got his nickname probably because he stayed in the steamer for a night. People who don't get enough sleep are a little irritable. He raised his hands high and recited like a poem, "Even if that witch Chen Laosan came to me, I would still do it." Say it! I not only say it! I also say it loudly! Say it all!"

The boy's smile was full of bitterness.

The waiter turned his head, smiled broadly at the girl who was getting closer and closer, and said loudly, "You are from Shopkeeper He, right?"

It's not because he knows Shopkeeper He, but because Li Sanshun is following behind Shopkeeper He.

Master Li Sanshun's name is still very resounding in the entire Chen family.

After all, he is the son of the most powerful master in the Chen family.

Behind Li Sanshun was an unfamiliar master with a Chinese character face.

The boy grinned to the back of his head and continued loudly, "Shopkeeper He! You're here! We've missed you for a long time! I'm Nan Xiaogua, the night shift clerk at the gate! I came to Chen's house last month, and this was the first time. One night of vigil with Manager Zhao!"

Behind Xian Jin, Suo'er had an expressionless face: Your method of drawing a clear line is really simple and crude.

"Hello - Nan Xiaogua -" Xianjin Shenjue said the name, and he became a little cute.

As soon as the clear and gentle female voice came out, Zhao De was like a goose being strangled in the air.

Zhao Daye's mind was empty for three breaths.

It is true that he is upright, and it is true that he offends others with his words.

But when you say bad things about people behind their backs, they are heard.No matter how stupid he is, he still feels a little embarrassed - it has nothing to do with his quality, it's just that he was caught off guard.

Xian Jin walked around the pillar with a smile, raised his head and nodded solemnly to Manager Zhao. He saluted as a junior, which was regarded as a formal greeting. Then he looked at the leather pot, steamer and steamed sandalwood, and turned to Manager Zhao casually. , "The first green sandalwood tree before the leaves fall off at the end of autumn. Have you steamed it for a day and a night? Seeing that the branches are about to shrink to half an inch, turn off the fire and lift out the sandalwood branches. If you steam them again, they will become old, and you will have to pull them when you soak them. long."

Zhao Dezheng came to his senses, and the big goose scratched his neck, "Are you teaching me how to do things!?"

Xian Jin shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Then you can just steam it. The longer the construction period is, the slower the shipment will be than others, and the store will be smaller than others. It doesn't matter if you lose money, and it doesn't matter to me - there are two others on the left and right. This shop is making money for me."

Zhao Dezheng held his breath, flapped his nostrils four or five times, and took in enough air through his big nostrils before letting it out in one breath. He turned around and roared, "Don't let me turn off the flames yet! Pick up the branches!"

The boy smiled flatteringly at Xian Jin and then ran quickly to the outer courtyard.

After a while, two tall and powerful masters came. One on the left and one on the right, they lifted the barrel and fished out the various bundles of branches one by one.

Zhao Dezheng took out the sample pole and took a look at it.

I have to say that this little girl's judgment was very correct - the cutting edge of the sample branch shrank by almost half, and the sandalwood skin separated from the bone, revealing the wooden pole of the branch.

It was indeed time to turn off the flames.

Zhao Dezheng pursed his lips: "A blind cat can still hit a few dead mice, but this one doesn't count."

At the same time that Zhao Dezheng was observing the branches, Xian Jin also picked up a branch that was hot after steaming. He seemed to be muttering to himself and praised, "It's a three-year-old green sandalwood. It's made of green sandalwood." Yuan Baokou's chopping method, although this method is labor-intensive and time-consuming, can ensure that it will continue to sprout and grow vigorously in the second year. In this world, only real paper craftsmen can do this."

Zhao Dezheng was stunned for a moment, and he put his chin in his mouth and turned his head to peek over.

This little girl of [-] or [-] years old was indeed observing the branch incisions carefully, and she was really sighing.

Yes, he knew he shouldn't.

But at this moment, he did have a sense of sympathy that it was hard to find a confidant and a friend as far away as the sky and the corner of the sea.

The little girl raised her head, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes with slightly raised corners, shining like quiet stars. Her whole body was covered in a dark brown single coat and a linen skirt without any brocade. She was so quiet that she seemed to be Sinked into the soil.

Zhao Dezheng was startled again.

It seems a little different from those seventeen or eighteen year old girls.

If Xian Jin knew about this journey of his mind, he would definitely say, "I know there is a reward for wearing dung beetle color every day!"

"Do you still know about Yuan Baokou?" Zhao Dezheng spoke out of nowhere.

The little girl smiled and said, "When cutting down green sandalwood, you need to chop three times, one at a time, to form two extremely inclined slopes. Such slopes cannot hold water. There is plenty of rain in Jing County. If the cutting is not done well, It is easy for water to accumulate at the cutting joint of green sandalwood, which will greatly affect the sprouting and growth of the wood in the coming year."

Zhao Dezheng looked at Xianjin blankly.

　I’ll make up for yesterday’s update, and will update it later.

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