A piece of paper

Time seems to have paused.

All the muscles in Qiao Hui's body felt as if they had been thrown into a half-foot-high fire.

He seemed to have lost the ability to speak for an instant, and subconsciously opened his mouth. His reason told him that he had already said something.

It doesn't matter if you make fun of it, make nonsense of it, or even sing a few lines!

You have to make some noise, right?

But nothing came out.

He swore that even in the East China Sea, when the Japanese knife was pointed at his throat, he had never been so tense!

Qiao Hui was silent for a long time. In a hurry, he subconsciously stretched out his arms, tightly wrapped around his chest, and said a sentence that had never crossed his mind and was enough to make him regret it for the rest of his life, "No matter how big you are, you can't do it." I can’t touch you!”

"Click--" Half of the bricks on the back room were smashed down.

Xian Jin was stunned, then covered his mouth and laughed, "You begged me to touch it, but I won't touch it!"

Do boys understand girls’ sincere love for muscles?

This kind of love is pure, noble, free from vulgar taste, and beneficial to health!

After expressing his sincere emotions to his muscles, Xian Jin stuck his head out and saw that all the sweaty and smelly troops in the bath had been gathered for the night, so he stood up on tiptoes and crept out against the wall.

Qiao Hui followed behind him with his head buried in the air.

Xian Jin waved goodbye to Qiao Hui.

Qiao Hui turned his back silently and waved wildly, and returned to Baige Hall in silence all the way. As soon as the door closed, Liu Coral, the leader of the death guard, turned over from the pillar and climbed down as usual, with a face that was about to twitch with laughter.

"Don't laugh." Qiao Hui gritted his teeth, "If the fourth person finds out about what happened today, you will go back to the East China Sea and continue moving corals!"

Liu Coral's mouth was about to turn into a wave shape, and his hands flew sideways to sign language.

Judging from his curved palms and fingers that were about to respond, it should be some taunt that needed to be blocked by mosaics.

Qiao Hui turned away, closed his eyes, and completed a simple rejection.

Liu Coral was still outputting tirelessly. Qiao Hui closed his eyes and walked back to the room alone, pulled down the bead curtain, stood with his feet apart, crossed his arms, and watched silently as the moonlight filled in from the narrow gap, looking calm and peaceful. .

After being silent for about a quarter of an hour, Qiao Hui buried his head and dug out a heavy stone lock from the bottom of the bed. He picked it up with one hand and swung it up with one hand, then skillfully landed it on his flat elbow. Then I started practicing.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Qiao closed the curtains and exercised in the privacy of his room.

Next time we meet, his chest muscles should be bigger - maybe the moonlight tonight is mixed with wine, Qiao Hui thought dizzily while being drunk.

Qiao Hui was able to notice that three people from Chen Ji were absent. After the "Twenty Rules" list was published, some of the guys in the promotion camp noticed one after another.

Being discovered is no big deal.

Everyone knows that the dog’s leg was injured on Tuesday. The weather is hot in summer and the wound is prone to itching and infection. The eldest son of Manager Dong was only mentioned by Xian Jin this year, and he usually has a low presence and is extremely low-key and restrained. Nan Xiaogua has no Don't mention it, except for Chen Ji's people, basically all the clerks from other shops have never heard of him or found him.

So it was discovered and it didn't cause any waves.

The work of the promotion camp continues to move forward, and why the production of Ba Zhangxuan has been stagnant for ten or twenty years has been discussed by Xian Jin and Li Samshun a long time ago.

Li Sanshun believes that the failure to make Ba Zhang Xuan is because today's paper-making masters no longer pursue skills, but instead take shortcuts, blindly pursuing "newness" and blindly pursuing "I have it and you don't have it". "For example, your silk-cut rice paper, is it difficult to make? It's not difficult. If you draw the bamboo curtain better and choose a more auspicious pattern, any ordinary master can do it." The old man held his cigarette holder in his mouth and smoked. His old eyes were filled with smoke, "No one has done the really difficult, technical things - it's not a thankless job, who will do it? If you can make a lot of money by doing some heresy, who would be willing to do something old?" ?”

Showing his wealth but smiling silently, he just listened to the stubborn old man expressing his opinions while also bringing in private goods.

"If everyone doesn't do it, it will be fine in one or two years. In ten or twenty years, this thing will be extinct and no one will be able to catch it again." The old man exhaled circles of smoke and squatted on the boss's bench. Knock on the cigarette holder.

Xian Jin has a different view, "Traders have to make money and eat before they can concentrate on making things. Why haven't Jingxian County or even Xuancheng Prefecture issued a Baozhang Xuan in the past ten or twenty years? Because these years, paper merchants are not doing well. Better off."

"To make a large paper pulp pool, at least fifty or sixty workers need to fish out paper at the same time, and the pulp ratio and combined force skills must be tested over and over again."

"These all require money. Without money, we can't buy enough raw materials for us to make them, let alone hire fifty or sixty experienced masters."

Xian Jin always likes to chat with old man Li Sanshun. There are always beautiful sparks between the old and the new. "Now that the Chen family has made money, they can afford the daily food, drink and raw materials for such a small family. Think about it for yourself. Three years ago, even if the court asked us to do Ba Zhangxuan, would we have the confidence to do it? Would we dare to do it? "

The old man still had shredded tobacco burning in his cigarette holder. He was used to smoking old-leaf hookah, but now he switched to fine smoked shredded tobacco that was said to be "healthier and more advanced", but he always felt that it was not strong enough.

The old man took a few puffs and said in a muffled voice, "You can read and write. I, an old man, can just listen to you."

Xianjin smoked a few tufts of shredded tobacco from the sachet, rolled it into a small ball and stuffed it into the cigarette holder. He replenished the tobacco for the old master and looked at the ceiling not far away, "You, you, you know very well. I was right, but I was still stubborn."

Li Sanshun took another puff of the new cigarette. Well, it tasted strong enough.

In the haze of white mist, Li Sanshun put down his cigarette with satisfaction, "Just do it as you say. After following you for three years, you, Master Li, have never been a coward. Now, I have risked my life to help you." Get out Bazhang Xuan."

Xian Jin opened his mouth and wanted to ask: "If I leave the Chen family, why will you still follow me?"

He opened his mouth halfway, but no words came out.

He pried someone into the corner and was struck by lightning.

Things haven't come to this yet.

Xian Jin lowered his hands naturally, his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In June, the weather is getting worse day by day, and the weather is fine in the morning and evening. At noon and in the afternoon when the sun has not set, it's like being in a steamer with high heat.

Entering a sealed ceiling in this kind of weather is simply torture.

The temperature in the ceiling was very high. The men all took off their coats, exposing their wheat-colored arms, and stood together beside the fifty-meter-long paper pulp pool, stirring.

The blond hair was tied up high, and he casually put on a thin gown. He huddled with the men, bent down and touched a handful of paper pulp, and kneaded it gently with his thumb and index finger.

"We also need to add kiwi vine juice, isn't it sticky enough?" Xian Jin looked to Li Sanshun for advice.

Li Sanshun also touched a handful of paper pulp and said concisely, "Add."

Small buckets of slime with a sour smell were poured into the pulp pool.

Xian Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead and was about to say something when he saw Suo'er running in hurriedly. He stood on tiptoe and whispered to Xian Jin, "The old lady is here, the third master is also there, and there is a stranger." Langjun."