A piece of paper

"how do you know?"

Zhao Dezheng blurted out, but his eyes unconsciously moved to Li Sanshun who was behind the bitch.

Teaching now and selling now?

Li Sanshun said "poof" in his heart and moved away calmly: "You are just guessing, please don't drag innocent people into trouble!"
Xian Jin took out a steamed sandalwood strip and put it into a basin not far away.

The well water from the basin is cold and refreshing.

Xianjin put the sandalwood strips in while he was talking. After the leather rod cooled down, he picked up the sandalwood strips from the water and peeled off the branches cleanly with his hands. After removing the branches and bones, he smiled and said casually to Zhao Dezheng, "I am in the rice paper business. I know that, shouldn't I?"

After saying that, he threw the sandalwood bark into the bamboo basket and handed the clean branches to Zhao Dezheng's hand.

Zhao Dezheng looked at the cleanly peeled wooden strips in his hand and was shocked: If it is a theory, you can still learn it now and memorize it, but making rice paper requires manual skills. The details show the truth, although peeling is not difficult. , but being able to peel sandalwood strips so beautifully with ease is a sign of some skill!

Xian Jin raised his chin and signaled Zhao Dezheng to go inside, "Manager Zhao has worked hard guarding the steamer all night. If you don't need to rest, please ask Manager Zhao to lead the way for me. Let's take a good look at the famous mulberry paper workshop."

Zhao De just woke up from his dream and ran inward following Xian Jin's footsteps.

Xian Jin walked through the pond, paper baking, cellar, and warehouse. He led Zhao Dezheng inside with a sense of ownership, and made some small suggestions from time to time:
"There are some curtains made of poor bamboo material, so it is better to use bitter bamboo. The shorter one is more than a foot, and the long one is up to two feet. It is suitable for making long bamboo silk without knots."

"The paper baking brush needs to be replaced. There are always dead branches that make our Chen family look shabby. I heard that Hengji specially made a pine broom. It is fluffy and powerful. It is very good. Let's make some too."

From time to time I would ask Manager Zhao:

"How do we inspect the paper now? How do we inspect the numbers? How do we cut it?"

Zhao Dezheng: Not only are you teaching me how to do things, but you also find fault with me? !

Who are you?

You're a grapevine!

Zhao Dezheng has always been soft-spoken, and Xianjin asked directly. The little old man tilted his head and pretended not to hear.

If Xian Jinruo hadn't heard of it, he wasn't annoyed or urging. When he passed by the paper selection room, two yawning middle-aged women happened to be in place. They skillfully put on the linen sleeves and picked up a thick piece of paper from the chopping board. Stacks of paper.

Then start counting paper in the most primitive way - manual counting.

The two little aunts were very conscientious and reported the number loudly every time they counted one card.

One sang, "78!"

One sang, "67!"

Then another one opened his mouth and said, "68!"

In an instant, the two little aunts interacted, causing eleven pieces of paper and oars to disappear into ashes.

Xianjin looked at Zhao Dezheng with a smile, "Where did that sister's 79 go?"

Zhao Dezheng's face turned red, and he pouted for a long time and was speechless. After a while, he stammered, "Not being good at counting can't be considered a shortcoming! Count! Can being a paper man be considered a shortcoming? !” Followed by difficult words, such as “kiwi vine juice”, “ink is divided into five colors”, etc. Li Sanshun turned away silently: his heart was filled with a cheerful atmosphere - once he showed his timidity, what would happen next? Their sister Jin took advantage of the victory and pursued her.

Xian Jin laughed, very gentle and smooth.

"It's okay if I'm not good at counting." Xian Jin said, his tone was calm, and he couldn't hear the meaning of giving advice, just like a junior asking for advice and communicating with an elder, "But we can make it easier, and we can also do things more conveniently - before I In the Jingxian workshop, I bought three scales. The clerk first counted a hundred pieces of paper and weighed them. The calculation can roughly determine the weight of each piece of paper. "

"Calculate the weight of dozens of pieces of paper, compare them, and take the middle value, and we can determine the weight of each piece of paper." "After determining the weight of one piece of paper, we can naturally get the weight of a hundred pieces of paper. .”

"We just use a scale to weigh, add and subtract. Even if there is a difference, it is only three or two pieces of paper."

Manager Zhao just has a bad temper, not stupidity.

As soon as Xian Jin said it, he understood.

Manager Zhao said, "If there is too much paper, it will be easy to explain. But if there is too little, once or twice, everyone can forgive me. If it is three or four times, people will scold you for not doing business properly."

Xian Jin naturally considered this issue and nodded naturally, "That's the truth - so we usually put more weight on it."

Then he smiled and said, "Of course, when the clerk is inspecting the paper, he not only has to remove the convex spots and bones on the paper, fill in the small spots, and eliminate the redundant ones and redo them. He also has to roughly re-check the amount of paper to achieve ' Two-step school'."

Manager Zhao nodded thoughtfully.

Xianjin walked straight forward.

Walking into the flower room, there was no tea prepared.

Expected.

Xianjin picked up the tea cup on the table, first poured one for Li Sanshun, and then poured one for Master Gao behind Li Sanshun. Finally, after taking a big sip himself, he introduced Master Gao to the steward, ".Before. Master Gao, the head master of Songji Paper Industry in Jingxian County."

The paper-making circle in Jingxian County is just that big. Zhao Dezheng certainly knows everyone who has a name.

Master Gao.

After working with Song Ji for decades, Song Ji collapsed. Unexpectedly, Chen Ji came.

Zhao Dezheng made a friendly bow to Master Gao with his waist.

Master Gao hurriedly stepped away, "I can't afford it! You are the leader of the mulberry paper workshop!" He smiled and said to Xianjin, "I heard about the mulberry paper workshop when I was in Jingxian County before. I’m still thinking, why should a workshop that uses sandalwood bark to make rice paper be called a mulberry paper workshop! Isn’t this selling dog meat on a sheep’s head!”

When Xian Jin saw Master Gao finished drinking the tea soup, he served it like a master, and said familiarly, "That's because our manager Zhao is not from Xuancheng. He used to be a mulberry paper maker, and now he is married to a magistrate who was born in Xuancheng Prefecture." Right, then I changed my mind and started making rice paper - don't tell me, this is the top craftsman!"

Xian Jin gives a thumbs up.

Zhao Dezheng turned his head, seemingly calm, but his face, which was red to the tips of his ears, betrayed him in every detail.

"It only took three or two years for me to master our rice paper. I was attracted by our uncle at a glance and became the steward and master chef of this workshop. The Chen family has always respected craftsmen, so they inherited this shop. The original name.”

Xianjin spoke eloquently.

Zhao Dezheng coughed slightly and turned around with a red face.

The original intention must be adhered to.

No matter how cunning the enemy is, he must still resist and remain unmoved!
"Don't think that if you just say a few nice words, this store will listen to you!"

Zhao Dezheng said "you, you, you" several times, and finally straightened his tongue, "Think about what you did in Jingxian County! You didn't do any good things! What kind of red book, what kind of paper lanterns, what kind of notebook. The most outrageous thing Yes, put the paper in the bag and sell it, and you will get whatever you want..."

"You have no respect for this business! This craft!