A piece of paper

Xianjin looked at Mrs. Qu calmly.

How would you rate this old lady?

She is very similar to her grandmother in her previous life.

She has some cleverness and dares to do some new things that others have not done before, but all cognitive origins are given priority, and all cleverness is limited to her cognitive scope. , she tolerated and even supported - for example, when Xianjin went to Jingxian County as an accountant, Mrs. Qu approved and supported it. Even after Chen Laoliu died, Xianjin took over as the shopkeeper of Jingxian County. This was all within the control of the old lady. Inside.

Congratulations to her, she has defeated 99% of the little old ladies in the country.

But, but!
As long as she feels that she is about to lose control of you, she will definitely suppress you, and even hinder you in a lose-lose way - in her previous life, she was in poor health, and her grandmother extremely prevented her cheap father from giving her money to study abroad, have surgery, etc. After being hospitalized, after seeing her being discharged from the ICU and being pushed into a VIP single room worth 30 yuan a night, the little old lady screamed in fear, "Why don't you live in a six-person room! What a waste of money! You won't survive anyway." [-] years old!"

Therefore, compared to her own mother-in-law who cursed her not to live to be 30 years old because she was only [-] years old, the defense of this "step-mother" who had no feelings and no blood relationship could not hurt her at all - but she was a little confused. What is little old lady Qu on guard against?
Why should shareholders be wary of professional managers?

No matter how good the professional managers are, they can't take over the company, right? !

What's more, everything she does is born out of and formed by the Chen family. All the benefits and profits she makes are fed back to the Chen family. She is closely related to the Chen family. Without the Chen family, there would be no her. There is no need for her to do any harm. The Chen family’s dirty business.

Even if it was for Chen Fu, she wouldn't be able to short the Chen family.

But Xianjin couldn't explain these words clearly to Mrs. Qu. He could only watch the little old lady frantically internalizing her.
People scattered in all directions, and in the huge shanty there were only Madam Qu with piercing eyes, Chen Cai who didn't know what she meant, and a group of judges, Xian Jin, and Qiqiqi.

Mrs. Qu deliberately waited for the people to walk further, then she raised her palm tremblingly, and instead of pointing her fingers at the bamboo rice paper, she turned her palm up and put her fingers together with great respect, as if introducing a relative, "In this paper Why is there bamboo? How is it done? Bamboo curtain? The technique of fishing for paper? Or the ratio of pulp to paper medicine? "

Suo'er noticed Mrs. Qu's technique and couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly: when he pointed at her shopkeeper He just now, he pointed with a cane.
As soon as Mrs. Qu finished speaking, she shook her head thoughtfully and denied herself, "No, no, no, it can't be a paper fishing method. It can't be so precise. The ratio of pulp and paper powder is also impossible, it will only affect the thickness and softness. Tough, how can you allow other patterns to be hidden in the paper?"

Xianjin and Qiqiqi looked at each other and tacitly decided not to answer, leaving the stage to their boss to perform solo.

Mrs. Qu murmured in her mouth, looking around, and suddenly saw the bamboo curtain that Xian Jin and Qi Qiqi placed by the sink, and picked it up with a big stride with a cane.

Mrs. Qu was instantly overjoyed!
as predicted!

as predicted!

The bamboo curtain is woven with two well-made and lifelike bamboo patterns.

After the paper pulp is passed through the curtain, kneaded, hammered and soaked, it is like fish meat on the chopping board, bean paste in the mold, and dough in the cone of the machine. Whatever external force intends to shape it, it will try its best to grow into whatever texture it wants. Before that, rice paper had only two textures, vertical curtain pattern and carefully woven rib pattern.

Mrs. Qu suddenly realized, looking at Xianjin with an incredible but also inquiring look - rice paper has been around for more than a hundred years, and the tricks of rice paper are nothing more than clean skin, special skin, raw Xuan, cooked Xuan, sprinkled with gold, and color. Xuan's raw materials, water quality, size, shape, production process, production methods, and production methods have all been explored, but no one has tried to use the texture of the paper curtain to change the pattern of the rice paper.

"Yes." After thinking for a moment, Mrs. Qu said the name of Jianghouzi, "Is this the idea that Master Qi came up with?"

It can't be gold.

A girl who never leaves the house or walks out of the door. She never even went to a workshop when she was a child. If this girl came up with this idea, she would fry the fish in the palm of her hand!

amount.

Indeed, it was not Xian Jin who came up with it.

He was Qianlong's little old man with a very exaggerated aesthetic.

The little old man said, "There must be light." Well, I'm going too far. The little old man said, "It must be auspicious, blessed, and high-end."

The Ministry of Internal Affairs hid the birthday man in the paper. When Qianlong opened it, he immediately found that there was a birthday man in the tribute paper!When he looked at the light, he saw that the faint lines looked a bit like his old face - this was a flattering shot on point.

As expected, the Ministry of Internal Affairs specializes in flattery, and it casually completed the KPIs for flattery this year.

Emperor Qianlong's father, Longyan Dayue, happily named the paper "Longevity Translucent Rice Paper".

How does Xian Jin know?

Because this paper was hidden in the National Palace Museum in later generations, when I first went to visit Xian Jin, I was blinded by the golden silk on display next to the paper. Friends and neighbors.

In this competition, after Xianjin figured out the right tricks, he was actually sure to pass all thirty curtains.

However, you can't just take the exam because the test paper only has [-] points.

Encouraged by King Zhongjuan, Xian Jin worked hard and used his clever little brain to think over and over where he should get the extra points.

Rice paper has been used for hundreds of years, and there is nothing that can be done. The predecessors were just born early, not because they were not smart. Almost everything you can think of has been put into practice - maybe it was because Fat Huahua dragged her to the Earth Temple during the day to show her wealth. Looking at the Tu Gong in the temple, I suddenly thought of the longevity gong in the National Palace Museum, and then I slapped my forehead and thought of the translucent rice paper of the Qianlong longevity star of the Qing Dynasty!

If only paintings could be hidden in rice paper.
The gold and blood are hot!My forehead is hot!I can't even sit still! ——Qiqiqi didn’t even have time to sleep!
After staying up for three long nights, I still couldn't figure it out. Boss Shang heard that Xian Jin was preparing for a war, so he brought two big-faced pig heads to look at them. After asking a few questions, he frowned and said, "You guys make paper." , I'm not familiar with it, but we are engaged in printing. If we want to have a pattern, can't we just use a mold and press it on?" Press wet paper onto the mold?
Tuesday Dog was the first to shake his head, shaking his head like a rattle, "No, no, no! Press the rice paper twice to set it, and when you press something on it, the paper pulp will run around, and you won't be able to use it after baking it!"

Xian Jin narrowed his eyes and looked at Boss Shang stiffly.

Boss Shang felt a sense of oppression - anyone who was stared at thoughtfully by a white bean sprout would probably not feel very good.

"If pressing it up doesn't work, what about shaping it underneath?"

Xianjin's mind was spinning rapidly. He spotted a row of paper curtains placed next to the sink. He nodded thoughtfully and murmured to himself, "Bamboo curtains can be woven into different patterns. Paper pulp is liquid and becomes solid after drying. That's it." Like baking bread, the bread is what the mold looks like.”

Under the shack, Qi Qiqi said loudly and joyfully, finally breaking the unbearable silence - "Of course our shopkeeper He came up with such a good idea!"

Xianjin was not surprised when his name was called, and his mind was filled with bread: Speaking of which, he really wanted to eat bread.

Mrs. Qu glanced at Qiqiqi, "There's no need to flatter the shopkeeper. One is one, two is two. It's what you think. This is a great contribution. You, shopkeeper He, have given you no rewards. You But I’m just starting out, and I really need some recognition from my master.”

Qiqiqi's eyes rolled around, and her smile organically combined flattery and sincerity, "Of course this is the truth, one is one, two is two, black cannot become white, and white cannot become black, it was shopkeeper He's idea , it’s useless no matter what others say.”

Mrs. Qu finally saw her eyes cast on Xian Jin, with a complicated look on her face.

Mrs. Qu has been in the rice paper business all her life, and she clearly knows what this attempt means - it means that they have too much to do!
She is 62 years old!

She has been living in a state of confusion for a period of time!Although the Chen family's business cannot be said to be very bad, it has never reached the top. If there is a chance to become the top one in Xuancheng, it will be of great benefit to Erlang's imperial examination path!
Yes. How to do it specifically.
Mrs. Qu turned her attention to Xianjin - more than ten years ago, Chen Ji also had a shocking innovation. Zhao Dezheng brought Chen Ji Xuan, pink paper, orange paper, ink paper and Xuan paper. It was all the rage for a while. Xuancheng Prefecture has even spread to southern Zhili. There is a saying that "a peach pink cheek paper, a red wall and an ingot of gold". It is so popular, but few people know that Xuancheng is made by the Chen family.

The Chen family, led by Zhao Dezheng, took the lead in making sex propaganda and made about the money at the end of the month. Several sex propaganda companies emerged throughout Xuancheng Prefecture, with more colors, lower prices, and larger pages. The Chen family had no choice but to lower the price. Over time, the color of the Chen family became the color of Xuancheng.

Chen family, it’s all in vain.

This time, what should be done to spread this thing and preserve the Chen family's existing advantages?

Mrs. Qu's eyes were wandering around Xian Jin, and she couldn't speak. She couldn't speak and lowered her head to this young girl for help. Although she didn't know what solution this girl could come up with, she just somehow knew this. The girl can do it.

Mrs. Qu glanced downwards and glanced at her second son, Chen Cai, from the corner of her eye.

Chen Cai was glared at inexplicably, and he looked around in fear, not quite understanding whether his mother was going to tell him to steal the chicken or touch the dog.

Mrs. Qu cast another glance.

Chen Cai became even more frightened. He shrunk and immediately admitted his mistake, "Mom, you glare at me, I can't think of such a novel way. Xian Jin is smart, isn't the idea Xian Jin came up with also from our Chen family? ?”

Mrs. Qu was so angry that she had a myocardial infarction: Of course she knew that this idiot couldn't come up with such a golden idea!She wanted this idiot to put He Xianjin on the back foot and ask how he planned to sell the paper in the future!If this idiot doesn't go to the dwarf, why should she?

Mrs. Qu rolled her eyes for the third time.

Chen Cai knelt down with a plop. He knelt down very neatly and swore to the sky with tears in his eyes, "My son will study hard in the future! Come up with better ideas to make paper! Mother, don't be angry!"

Mrs. Qu closed her eyes. She could almost touch the nodule on her left chest that had been expelled from the gas.

"Get up!" Mrs. Qu opened her eyes and said sternly, paused, relaxed for a long time, and finally looked at Xian Jin with a calm expression, "Since this is your idea, what should you do next? What are your plans? "

The old god Xianjin nodded and said concisely, "Yes."

Mrs. Qu nodded and waited for the next words.

After staying there for a long time, there was nothing but embarrassing silence.

You have?

and then?
How to do it?

You have to open your mouth and say it!

Mrs. Qu came to Jixi Workshop and counted them when she returned home. She found eight nodules on her two breasts.

The event ended yesterday. "A Thousand Pieces of Gold" fought its way through more than [-] works and won the silver medal in the first "Reading and Seeing Intangible Cultural Heritage" essay competition jointly organized by the Ministry of Culture's Prince Gong's Mansion and Yuewen.

Currently, I owe three chapters, and I have paid 0.5 chapters today.