A piece of paper

Seven or seventy-seven words become a prophecy.

Calendering and wax coating are basic skills in paper processing, but few people superimpose these two items together. Why?

Because it takes effort.

Forty thousand pieces of paper, each piece of paper is calendered and waxed, which is very labor-intensive. Xiaocao Village cannot stop its daily output, which means that all the pressure is given to Jixi Workshop. Zai'er and Congheng, who are newly hired in Jixi Workshop, The ten guys transferred by the reporter immediately felt the workload coming from the big factory.

".Who came up with this wicked idea!?"

Steam rises in the Jixi workshop. Four rows of muscular men are uniformly dressed in dark brown single cotton work clothes. Their sleeves are half rolled up. They hold a calender in their right hand and press the clean skin with their left hand, rubbing it until it is on fire.

In the smoke, the muscular man in the third row, second from the left, threw the rounded stone on the ground and gritted his teeth, "This is such a wicked idea! This thing can be hand-milled forty thousand times?! Whose brain is it? Did you think of it in a panic!?"

"I--"

While Qi Qiqi was unconsciously working on the machine with her hands, she raised her head with dull eyes and consciously put the pot on her back.

The second muscular man from the left had a lump in his throat, picked up the calender, and stopped talking - everyone was at odds with each other, and everyone was doing it, and he seemed to have nothing to say.
  After a while, the muscular man third from right in the second row threw away the calender again with a bang, "Damn it! Then are we going to be donkeys?! Why doesn't Boss He do it himself?"

After a moment, a dazed head rose from the last row.

"What? Who called me?"

The first four rows all turned their heads.

The "Boss He" mentioned in the preface had his eyes out of focus, and his arms were swinging so fast that they were about to make the fire go out of the calender.

Muscular man third from right:? Can you still happily scold your boss behind his back?
  This boss makes it difficult for him to be a human being! Even when she is a donkey, she really does it!

The muscular man on the third right silently picked up the stone and worked hard until his arms almost took off.

After investing all our efforts for nearly ten days, each person can produce about fifty finished products after being proficient every day. This is still based on the fact that the clean skin is the finished product. The output is indeed not high. At present, manpower Although the cost cannot be clearly discounted or calculated in proportion, anyone with eyes can see that this business requires huge labor investment.

Amidst the smoke, Chen Fu eagerly grasped two pieces of paper and pushed open the dormitory door curtain.

The first thing that catches the eye is - more than twenty cockroaches, all with their heads lowered, busily rubbing their feet in the steaming mist, oh no, doing work.

Chen Fu was so shocked that he even forgot about the business.

Eye! His eyes!
  When did the work clothes change to this damn dark brown! ! ! ?

Chen Fu's eyes were blind and he squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "Sister Jin, please come out."

He didn't want to search for an ancestor cockroach among the cockroaches.

A cockroach stood up happily, said "Alas!" and followed Chen Fu to the corridor.

Chen Fu suppressed the question "Why do you have such a strong possessive desire for the beetle?" and took the time to get down to business. He put the paper in his hand on Xian Jin's hand, ". Paper from a small workshop on the street, marked with '. The title of Chengheng is for sale to scholars."

Xian Jin glanced at it and knew that the superposition technique of "calendering + waxing" was leaked, and the Xuancheng workshop began to follow the trend again.

Xian Jin wiped his hands with a dry rag and nodded, "Everyone knows these two techniques, so it's not uncommon for them to imitate them."

Chen Fu lowered his voice, "Can I help you write an article criticizing 'following the trend and plagiarism'?"

Yo. Our family has grown up with a father!

Unexpectedly, one day, she, He Xianjin, would also have her own "big V"!
  Xian Jin was flattered, handed the rag back to Suo'er, smiled nonchalantly, raised his chin and asked, "How much do they sell for it?"

Chen Fu continued to lower his voice, "Four cents a piece!"

In addition to giving two pieces of paper, "Chengheng" paper, to each of the Yingtian Mansion scholars who participated in the Qiu Wei this year, Chen Ji sold them for five cents each, and sold them in bulk for [-] cents. After including the labor cost, it was just enough for the capital; But if you include the dozen or so clerks who devote themselves to making high-profit paper goods, such as jade plates, carved silk, etc., her losses will be huge.

Xian Jin smiled and nodded indifferently, "Okay, let them sell it."

Chen Fu was puzzled, "We won't suppress you this time?"

Xianjin shook his head, "No more suppression. This is a good thing, not to mention, I am not planning to sell the 'Chengheng' paper for a long time."

"What?! You don't sell 'Chengheng' anymore!?"

At dusk, the brilliant curtain of stars falls on the sky, and the moonlight rises above Chen's house.

The grate mat hall is brightly lit, and the oil paper lanterns hanging in the corridor are very powerful, illuminating the entire simple and upright hall clearly - there are piles of paper pages everywhere in the room, and simple rattan hemp cabinets are arranged at random. In addition to the necessary furniture, There are no ornaments.

Madam Qu was so shocked that her back straightened, she grasped the handle of the Grand Master's chair with both hands, and looked at Xian Jin in disbelief, "'Chengheng' was supposed to be Chen Ji's most profitable business - there are so many scholars in Yingtian Mansion. ! As long as you put up the sign of 'Imperial Examination Papers', you don't have to worry about no one buying it! Just sell it for five cents a piece! After all, you promised the King of Yingtian Prefecture to study politics, but...but you don't sell it anymore!"

Mrs. Qu patted the handle of the Grand Master's chair sadly, "You are giving your business to others!"

Xian Jin calmly picked up the tea cup: Although it is not advisable to consume tea at night, in this situation, it would be difficult for her to talk to Mrs. Qu calmly without some caffeine.

"The materials used in 'Chengheng' are not expensive, but they require too many man-hours. We can't afford it. The cost I calculated is three cents a piece. Even if we sell it for five cents, it's still a hard business. It's very difficult." Profit from it.”

Xian Jin took a sip of tea and blocked Mrs. Qu's next sentence, "Don't tell me, 'Three melons and two dates are money' or something like that - with our size now, the net profit of a business cannot reach the median. Number, for us, is a loss.”

Xian Jin took another sip of tea and said, "Similarly, you didn't say anything like 'We can hire cheaper labor' - calendering and waxing are both delicate jobs, why do you have to spend thirty cents to ask someone to do it?" A job worth three hundred cents? Because Chen Ji is big? Or because I, He Xianjin, am thick-skinned?"

The road was blocked, Mrs. Qu held it in for a long time, Fang frowned and said in a deep voice, "Then raise the price of 'Chengheng'! Raise it to ten cents a piece! Only one knife is allowed to be sold! Then we can sell it for Xiao Cao We employ twenty people in the name of the village, and if the headcount is not tied to Chen Ji, we will naturally not follow Chen Ji’s salary system, which will lower their monthly salary. No one can say anything - after balancing the costs and benefits, this business can continue doing."

It was not unreasonable for Mrs. Qu to bring Chen Ji out from Jing County.

In such a short period of time, with her words, she actually saw the prototype of the essence of "outsourcing": using the lowest labor cost to do the same thing to ensure the purity of Genuine's bloodline.

If you follow what Mrs. Qu said, you can naturally do it. Not only can you do it, but you can also do it better and earn more.

However, Mrs. Qu forgot a bottom line.

"I won't raise the price."

Xian Jin put down the tea cup and said, "The papers used for the imperial examination should be affordable for every candidate. Once we increase the price, we will add an even more unfair weight to the already unfair life."

Mrs. Qu was stunned.

You are a businessman!
  It is natural for businessmen to make money!
  After a while, Mrs. Qu smiled and said, "If you don't do it, others will. Do you think others won't increase the price?"

Xianjin took a deep breath, pushed the tea cup to the back of the square table, stood up, and raised his eyes slightly, "I congratulate Xianjin for not allowing them to increase the price. I want to see who dares to increase the price in the entire Xuancheng Mansion. "

My baby has had a cold these past two days, so updates are not stable, but they will be fixed.