A piece of paper

In mid-June, Xuancheng Mansion has a cool breeze blowing in the morning and evening, and the water mist is alluring. After noon, the dryness begins to steam up from the ground.

Liang Dali was very hot, so he casually put on a short-sleeved linen shirt, wiped his face with the cold water that was readily available in the hut, and shouted in a low voice, "It feels so damn good!"

He is the head clerk of Yunji Paper Co., Ltd. in Xuancheng Prefecture. In Xuancheng, where the paper industry is developed, Yunji can only be regarded as a small and medium-sized workshop. He has a shop next to a stream and has seven or eight clerks in the shop. He can be regarded as a general among the poor. The most powerful one - Boss Yun promised him that if he successfully made the Eight-foot Proclamation and performed well in Chenji, he would be given an extra month of monthly money in the twelfth lunar month of this year.

As soon as he heard that he had an extra month's monthly salary, he didn't even understand what the task was, so he packed up his things and became the first person to report to Jixi Workshop.

It turns out that we came to the right place.

The food, drinks, and toiletries are all top-notch, with water available anytime, anywhere, an old woman to help wash and dry the clothes you take off, meat, eggs, milk, and as much white rice as you want every day. After work in the evening, there are two women left in the kitchen. Boiled noodles, toppings are meat sauce and eggplant sauce!

Oh my god! What a wonderful day this is!

They have only one mission, make paper!

Keep doing it!

Keep adjusting the pulp ratio! Constantly adjust the number of people to match the paper! Keep adjusting your baking techniques! Keep adjusting the paper thickness!

In the entire workshop, there are sixty paper-making masters, divided into ten groups. The group that knows how to write is responsible for recording the specific conditions of each link; the experienced group is responsible for the proportioning and blending of paper pulp; A group is responsible for the most serious task - collecting paper!

Liang Dali put his change of coat on his shoulders, held his head high, and had a very high posture: he was in the paper-fishing group.

The person directly responsible for collecting paper is Master Li Sanshun, who is famous throughout Xuancheng Prefecture.

Master Li took him directly. Although Master Li was a stern person, when he scolded him, sometimes he was very fond of his mother, and sometimes he was very fond of his grandchildren. He mainly scolded him from high to low in a family tree. From time to time, he would review what he had scolded the past few days. Ancestors, not much else.

Just pretend that you can't hear it. Anyway, if you tell others, you will only tell others, "Master Li Sanshun took me under his wing for half a year!". Who would add "I was scolded bloody by him every day" to undermine themselves?

Generally speaking, the whole thing is very impressive.

Originally, the past two or three months had been like this, but who would have thought that Cheng Yaojin would come along halfway.

Liang Dali cast his complicated eyes at his roommate next door who was gushing like a living maggot in the little hill-like quilt - his surname was Chen, and everyone respectfully called him Chen Sanlangjun. It was said that he was the ex-son of shopkeeper He's stepfather. It was very complicated, and he didn't quite understand it, but no matter what the relationship was, in short, this man had a good understanding of the universe.

Ten days ago, this man was assigned to their guard room in the middle of the night. Zhao Dezheng and manager Zhang personally brought him. He said that Lao Duo had a central thought: "This is the master of the Chen family, but now he is also the most ordinary master in the workshop. Everyone wants to Please help Mr. Saburo well, help each other in harmony, unite and love each other, grow together, and make progress together."

This was what he meant on the surface, but secretly the three of them who were in charge of the room analyzed it, and maybe they were trying to make sure they didn't bully this sissy.

At least don't hit him.

I really can't help but hit him, at least don't slap him in the face.

If you really can't help but slap me in the face, don't slap me. The five finger marks on your face don't look so "unity and friendship".

——This sissy is so annoying!

When he arrived, he was carrying three big bags. They thought they were some good things. From the corner of their eyes, they saw him opening them. Good guy, they were all clothes. There were more than a dozen pairs of close-fitting clothes and underpants, hanging in the window in a ostentatious manner. Suddenly, when he got up in the middle of the night, his mother raised her head and was so scared that her soul came out - a pair of cold-shining silk pants fluttered shyly under the window, as if waving to him, "Come on, be happy, Anyway, I have plenty of time.”

For the first time in his life, he was so frightened by a man's underwear that he almost peed - even though this was also the main reason why he got up at night.

As a young master from a wealthy family, he is somewhat particular and can understand. After all, they are the serious men of the Chen family. They are low-level people who are working hard. They are here to enjoy blessings, while others are here to endure calamities. Everyone understands this.

The uneven life, aside from the fact that the young master disliked them for snoring while sleeping, mouthing while eating, smelling bad, wearing socks for three days without changing, and being ugly, the thing that made him the most intolerable was this Chen Si. Those who don’t love papermaking, don’t agree with it, are not professional, and don’t study.

The shy silk pants you are wearing were all sold by your girl who is as skinny as a stick!

What the hell do you have to say that making paper is a mindless job? ?

When Mr. Chen came here ten days ago, he was first asked by Master Li Sanshun and Master Zhao Dezheng so hard that he couldn't open his mouth. Then when he went to the pool, he taught him eight times how to use the bamboo curtain. This young master blushed. , eyes wandering, not looking at his technique at all, his hands moving up and down in the pool, not knowing what he was doing.

Maybe he was washing his shy silk pants.

Ok.

If you can't go to the pool, then let's go to the training room and help Zhao Dezheng. Manager Zhao will use a brush to apply paper, and you will be responsible for separating them one by one.

I can't do this job either.

It was fine a few days ago, but in the past two days, I have been mumbling about "shoulder pain", "can't stand straight", "can't open my wrists". At noon, the weather has turned up. Yesterday was the worst, and I couldn't find anyone. The steward went to look for it himself and found the man by the well.

This guy was lying by the well craving for coolness. When he was caught, he only said sternly, "The weather is too hot! There are so many stoves in the bakery, don't live anymore! Just take an extra hour's nap at noon to wait for the sun." Luopo, shall we make up for this hour again?"

Manager Zhao had never heard such ridiculous words in his life, and he said: "It's ridiculous! When the water is pressed out of the paper, it should be baked on the wall! Making rice paper is not about the paper adapting to you, but you adapting to it." Paper!"

Chen Sanshao sneered, "In that case, why doesn't Shopkeeper He go to the bakery at noon? Does she feel hot too?"

Zhao Dezheng looked at the third young man in disbelief, "Shopkeeper He goes to the beach every noon to see the progress of drying straw and bark! At that time, the sun is the whitest, the earth's atmosphere is the heaviest, and it's hot and sunny. It's no worse than the bakery. !?"

Liang Dali saw that the third young master's eyes and mouth twisted, but he said nothing and followed the manager Zhao Dezheng back to the bakery. He thought that the matter would be over, but unexpectedly, the young master returned to the bakery after work at night. , actually hid in the quilt silently, saying nothing, and saw that the thin quilt was soaked with a big puddle in a short time.

Cried.

This guy actually cried!

Oh my God!

You might as well hang your silk pants naked on his face!

This old man is crying!

What kind of blessings did he accumulate in his previous life to be able to see such an evil scene like a man hiding under the quilt and crying!

Liang Dali didn't want to worry about the maggot in the bed next door, so he turned around and put on his coat to get ready to work. As soon as he left the ward, he saw Liu Ji's Qiu Dihuang walking towards their ward carrying two jugs of water.

Oh.

It's not that everyone doesn't like to see Master Chen San.

Qiu Dihuang from Liu Ji, who is taciturn but has extremely enlarged arms, seems to have a good relationship with Chen Sanshao, right? (End of chapter)