A piece of paper

Dr. Wang was prescribing another medicine for Qiao Shanchang. It was only for the mouth and no application. According to what the old man said, "The injury on the ankle has rotted so many times. It is completely rotten, covering all the pus, blood and rotten flesh." Clean it up again and again, it will be much easier.”

There is a sense of enlightenment that comes from breaking a jar.

Doctor Wang responded to the situation and stayed at the Chen family. He felt Qiao Shanchang's pulse every day and adjusted the diagnosis and treatment methods at any time.

Mrs. Qu originally thought that Dr. Wang was just a wandering doctor, so she left Xian Jin and Chen Fu behind, "Don't come here to eat and drink and cheat money, right? I have never heard of a doctor living next to a patient. Feel the pulse and adjust the medicinal soup. Qiao Shan has not been born for a long time. I don’t know that the world is dangerous and people are unpredictable, so we need to help Qiao Shan grow palms and eyes."

Xianjin:? ? ? Full of question marks.

Just because you haven't seen a doctor living next to a patient doesn't mean there isn't one.

Not to mention this era, even in later generations, some powerful families have several family doctors!

Xian Jin opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

Chen Fu was impatient to listen to what his mother said like a frog in a well. He frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "Don't ask around! Wang Yizheng came from the Imperial Hospital! He has been an acquaintance of Qiao Shan for many years! If you don't understand, don't mess around." Talk and make people laugh!"

Mrs. Qu was not annoyed, she pointed at Chen Fu with a smile, her high cheekbones seemed to contain endless indulgence, "You are the third child, your son and daughter are so old, but you still talk like you did ten years ago!"

Aunt Qu smiled, but rarely responded.

Xian Jin raised his eyes thoughtfully.

Chen Fu was also impatient with his mother who was doing research all day long, and his eyebrows were almost wrinkled. "You have something to talk about. I'm busy too, and so is Sister Jin! I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

Mrs. Qu was not displeased, she just glanced at Chen Fu, turned to Xian Jin, and asked about Qiao Shanchang's food, clothing, housing and transportation, "When the weather gets hot, we can use ice later or even without ice in other places in the Chen family. Qiao Shan The benefits must be realized as early as possible, and the expenses must be taken out of public funds. You must make arrangements."

Xian Jin stood up, it should be.

Chen Fu wanted to leave, but he happened to be served a plate of his favorite White Jade Bazhen Cake. After thinking about it, he put his butt down again.

Mrs. Qu glanced at Chen Fu, then looked at Xian Jin with a smile on her face, "You also need to pay attention to Mr. Qiao's daily life. I later heard that he was the hero of the Ping Japanese War, and whether he passed the scientific examination or not was secondary. Yes, he came back with Princess Bai'an, and his future is already clear."

He turned to Aunt Qu and sighed, speaking from the bottom of his heart, "Oh, luck is really important. Even if you don't take the scientific examination, Mr. Qiao won't have to worry about a bright future."

Xian Jin frowned and endured it for three seconds. He found that he couldn't bear it anymore. All he could think about was the frightening scar that penetrated into the bone marrow under Qiao Hui's neck. He said, "What the old lady said is wrong. Luck is very important, but You have to take it with your life."

Mrs. Qu opened her lips and was about to retort, but suddenly she thought of something and the words came to her lips. She turned a corner abruptly and her smile was a little difficult to maintain.

"Yes, that's the same reason."

Mrs. Qu smiled and said, "Luck must also fall on the good man."

Mrs. Qu didn't want to be entangled here anymore, and asked Xian Jin about the matters he was dealing with recently, "Who is in charge of the Qiuwei scrolls?"

When reporting work to the boss, Xianjin's attitude is still very correct.

"Manager Zhao Dezheng is in charge, and the production is arranged in Xiaocao Village. Hengji and our labor force are half and half, and the capital is half and half. There are seven or eight workshops on the market that have joined the Xuancheng Paper Chamber of Commerce. Half of them sell this exam paper and half give away Paper, Xuancheng Prefecture has had a lot of scholars from all over the southern Zhili Province in the past two months, and almost all of them came for the Qiu Wei scroll paper. Although our family does not sell it directly, everyone is willing to come to Chenji to take a look. Look, it’s a big win, so the business volume this season is quite impressive.”

Xian Jin handed the Q1 financial report rolled into a roll in his sleeve to Aunt Qu.

I handed it out for a long time, but no one picked it up.

Xian Jin coughed lightly, and Aunt Qu woke up as if from a dream. After her eyes met Xian Jin's, she seemed to be frightened, and she almost hunched over.

Xianjin frowned and looked at her thoughtfully for a second time.

Mrs. Qu reached out to take the scroll, unfolded it, looked up as soon as she lowered her head, and placed the financial report face up on the small side table.

"Grandma will feel at ease when you do things."

Mrs. Qu asked again, "Where is the tribute paper? How far has the tribute paper progressed?"

Xianjin replied, "The name report has been submitted, and I am waiting for the government to make further requests."

"Reported in the name of 'Xuancheng Paper Chamber of Commerce'?"

Showing his gold and nodding.

I thought I would be greeted by violent storms, but unexpectedly I saw Mrs. Qu nodded slightly, stopped talking a few times, and asked, "If you are selected, can you change it again?"

Xianjin shook his head slightly, "It shouldn't be possible. It's directly entered into the books of the Department of Internal Affairs. It's all over the place and it's very difficult to make changes." Mrs. Qu unconsciously murmured, "That's quite troublesome."

Xianjin didn't hear clearly and leaned forward and said "ah".

Mrs. Qu said "Oh", sat up straight in an instant, and said, "Nothing, nothing, just saying that paying tribute in the name of the Chamber of Commerce is a bit troublesome - if you get praise, you won't be able to distinguish your performance, and if you are punished, it won't be It's easy to divide responsibilities but unclear about rights and responsibilities, and it's easy for everyone to have conflicts."

Xian Jin smiled and said, "So that's your concern, don't worry - since I have established a chamber of commerce, the Chen family will surely sit on the chairman's seat. The better the paper industry in Xuancheng develops, let's not worry about it." Whoever developed it, when everyone talks about rice paper, they will definitely talk about the Chen family first."

"Similarly, the more praise you get, the more trouble you can bear. If the rice paper presented as a tribute causes trouble, the Chen family will naturally bear the brunt of the blame."

Xianjin straightened his spine, and when it came to work, he was methodical and clear-headed.

"Therefore, while restraining our colleagues in the Xuancheng paper industry, we must help them find opportunities and make new breakthroughs. We must not treat the paper industry as a literati."

Chen Fu looked at the little girl chatting. If he had a tail, it would be raised to the sky.

I wish I could put a sign on Xian Jin that says, "Although I didn't give birth to this girl, I participated in her growth throughout the whole process. I owe a lot to her for becoming what she is!"

Mrs. Qu nodded casually and started another conversation, "Then have we decided what tribute to make?"

Xian Jin cast a third look thoughtfully and said, "Still thinking about it. In early June, at the guild hall, the bosses of the chamber of commerce will sit down and discuss it in detail."

Mrs. Qu added, "It's early June, so time is running out."

Xian Jin smiled and said, "Don't rush! There are still ten days! Everyone should have some ideas!"

Mrs. Qu's drooped eyelids moved and she continued in a low voice, "Really? Let's talk about it in early June."

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Generally speaking, how long does it take to see the outcome of tribute paper?"

Xianjin answered honestly, "I don't know. Master Xiong only said that ordinary tributes would be shipped to the capital before November."

Catch a year-end deadline.

Mrs. Qu looked a little unhappy, "It's so late."

Xianjin didn't know why Mrs. Qu was so panicked, so he turned to look at Mrs. Qu's barometer - Aunt Qu's face.

I saw that Aunt Qu was hiding behind Mrs. Qu. The facial features on her face were a little distorted - her eyes and corners of her mouth were drooped, her nose was twitching up and down unconsciously, and the muscles on her cheeks were also a little disordered, as if she was guilty of a guilty conscience or something strange. It was a pity, mixed with a bit of twitching of fear.

Xianjin retracted his eyebrows without leaving any trace.

"In matters in the palace, we must pay attention to the ancestral rules. We have always done so in the past. It is unknown whether there will be changes this year." Xian Jin replied with a smile.

Mrs. Qu nodded reservedly and slowly, asked Xianjin other insignificant matters, and then asked the two of them to leave first.

As soon as he left the grate hall, Xian Jin stopped, glanced sideways and whispered to Suo'er, "Let Master Gou set a table for Qu Da Mao, have a drink, and see what the old lady said and did recently. "

Things are not right today.

Mrs. Qu seemed to have endless connivance towards both her and Chen Fu.

Coupled with Aunt Qu's stiffness.

Xian Jin has reason to believe that Mrs. Qu must not be holding anything back - she probably wants to force someone in again, just like Zhao Dezheng before

At this time, Qu Dakao, the manager who had been staying in the Jixi workshop, came in handy - if Mrs. Qu can hammer this nail, she can hang things up.

Generally speaking, after five or six glasses of wine, she can basically get what she wants from Qu Da Mao.

Be a senior executive.

Guessing what the market is thinking is important.

Guessing the boss's thoughts correctly is also very important.

Timed out on the first day of the new year

Really

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