A piece of paper

"All the profits from the three shops were withdrawn, totaling 4,762 taels of silver, including the 2,000 taels defrauded from Chen Laowu;"

Aunt Zhong said.

Xian Jin asked, "How can I go to ask the second master to pay me money?"

This was the gentleman's agreement she had made with Mrs. Qu. She was in charge of human resources, while the second master, Chen Cai, was in charge of finances.

Aunt Zhong smiled and said, "It went well. The second master asked who wanted to use it. I said you wanted to use it. He didn't even look at the verification note and just stamped and weighed the money."

Xian Jin shook his head slightly and refused to comment.

Aunt Zhong continued, "Your private house totals three hundred and twenty-seven taels, including the three hundred and twenty-seven taels of silver notes left by your late mother. The actual remaining private house is only twenty-seven taels. You first buy a yard and then build and repair it." The eldest daughter’s food and clothing, buying paintings and vases for Third Master, and treating Master Gou’s leg injury are all huge expenses, and you won’t be able to save any money at all.”

Aunt Zhong sighed sincerely and handed the account book to Xian Jin, "You have hidden your private money quite unnecessarily."

Twenty-seven taels is less than what her son spends for a year.

Xian Jin: I seem to have the illusion of being ridiculed.

Xianjin took the account book and saw that Aunt Zhong had clearly written down the details and amounts. In addition to the cash, there was also a sum of "a pair of gold hairpins totaling eighteen taels, and three gold rings totaling eighty taels."

What kind of head is worthy of wearing a gold hairpin weighing one kilogram?

He Ainiang's crazy pursuit of gold is not in line with her weak and charming external image.

Xianjin was simply shocked by the weight of the gold hairpin, but she didn't take it seriously - in her subconscious, the things He Ainiang left behind were not hers. She had the obligation to save them, but she had no right to use them.

Xianjin finished flipping through the financial books and was about to speak when he heard the noise outside, and a shout of "Oh!" broke through the roof of the ceiling not far away - the roar of sixty or seventy strong men in unison, but it was enough Overturn the solid tile shed!

Xianjin quickly stood up, handed the account book to Aunt Zhong, said concisely and concisely, "Put it away", then lifted up the hem of her skirt and rushed towards the ceiling: With so many young and energetic young adults gathered here, she was not afraid of anything! Don’t be afraid to mess around with men and women! Don’t be afraid of the stench! Don’t worry about not eating enough or drinking enough!

I'm afraid these men, whose biceps are bigger than their heads, will start fighting over a disagreement.

It's a small matter in the fight, but it's a big deal if Chen Ji's guy loses.

Xian Jin ran very fast. He showed the power of Ba Duan Jin who practiced every day. He surpassed Bo Shen's technique and Su Shen's attitude. He met the threshold and even ran the miracle hurdle of Xiang Shen in the 08 Olympic Games.

When they arrived at the ceiling, Xianjin leaned on the door frame, panting, her eyes dim, as if she saw her grandma in the future and her mother in this life waving to her.

The largest ceiling was filled with heat, and the wind on the beams was not music, but the smoke rising from the heads of sixty or seventy men.

A group of men all bowed around the edge of the twenty-meter-long pool. One by one, they held the bamboo curtain poles that were longer than their lives on both sides, and shouted in unison, 'Hey, hey, hey! ', everyone bows! Curved back! My hands were submerged in the paper pulp pool water!

Such a big piece of paper! No longer stick to sinking, fishing, drying and drying! Instead, everyone, with their biceps raised high, grabbed the pole and pushed it back and forth uniformly, so that the white flowers and cotton wadding pulp water could be spread evenly on the bamboo curtain!

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Dozens of men roared from their dantian!

The bamboo curtain is lifted up, and the third row of workers pulls up the hemp rope connecting the bamboo curtain, and slowly pulls up the curtain with the help of the wooden beam on the roof. The slide rope "Saxaul" on the beam slides directly to the second ceiling. The remaining workers ran quickly and peeled off the wet paper pulp prototype bit by bit from the bamboo curtain. The fourth team of workers quickly moved a dozen wooden boxes filled with stones and pressed them on the rice paper prototype!

The water is squeezed out bit by bit!

Li Sanshun raised his hands, and the guys from the first team divided the pile of CNC-dried rice paper next to it into four sides and lifted the load-bearing paper stickers below, and set up a five-meter-high wooden ladder. Five people climbed up the ladder in a well-trained manner. , start dividing the paper bit by bit!

Everyone held their breath.

No one dares to breathe! I'm afraid that my breath will burst this thin, moist and fragile rice paper prototype!

Xianjin's hands were tightly clasped on the door frame, and he watched as the waiters on the ladder separated one side with their hands first. Some of the waiters below the ladder stood on tiptoe and held the corners with their hands, while others picked up long bamboo poles and gently caught the wet prototype.

The last eight craftsmen started working at the same time, using large brushes to brush the large paper. The eight-foot-long xuan was pressed tightly against the baking wall, like a huge white silk laid out in front of Xian Jin's eyes!

When the water evaporated and the paper slowly became hard, Li Sanshun picked up two bamboo poles and carefully rolled up the paper. He carried it on one shoulder and moved to the windless and rainless inner room, and slowly rolled the paper from the rolled bamboo poles. Spread out on the ground.

Everyone held their breath and watched as Li Sanshun touched the corners of the paper with his rough fingertips, then leaned forward, feeling the texture and seams of every inch of the rice paper bit by bit.

"The texture is very beautiful, with almost no uneven thickness, no burrs or holes, and good light transmission." Li Sanshun took a corner, put it to his ear and shook it, "There is no sound either."

Good rice paper is as light as cicada wings and as white as snow, and shakes like fine silk without making any sound.

Li Sanshun burst into tears and turned to look at the sixty-seventy people standing together.

In the entire Xuancheng Mansion, the top sixty or seventy craftsmen who cherished the ideal of rice paper and practiced Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer all looked back at Li Sanshun in silence and enthusiasm.

"It's done."

As soon as Li Sanshun opened his mouth, he burst into tears, "It's done! We made the first eight-foot-long announcement in recent years! It's beautiful! It feels soft to the touch! We succeeded!!"

The men enthusiastically shouted "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Men from the same paper company hugged each other. Some men's faces were red from suppressing the pain and they were pacing back and forth helplessly. Some men jumped so high that they squeezed their hands tightly and waved their iron fists into the air. !

After Li Sanshun finished drinking loudly, he cried and laughed at everyone's gaffes and madness. His rickety figure slowly slid down the wall, his hands wrapped around his head, his face buried between his knees, and all the smiles All turned into gushing tears, stubbornly refusing to show anyone in the darkness.

Xianjin leaned against the door frame, tears slowly coming from the corners of his eyes.

It is completely different from the state of mind when successfully making the Liuzhang declaration.

Very different.

She is confident, and she firmly believes that she can achieve Liu Zhang Xuan. This is a goal that can be achieved by tiptoeing.

But she invested money and people, and after opening the tribute promotion camp, all she had was fear and pressure—she wasn't sure whether she could make the Eight-Zhang Declaration!

Twenty years! Hachijo nobu has not been released for twenty years!

When making Liuzhang Xuan, she felt the beauty of rice paper that has come through thousands of years of development.

Now, what she perceives is seventy hearts, seventy true and sincere craftsman's hearts.

Ba Zhang Xuan, only when all rice paper people have a devout faith like worship, can it shyly lift the hijab and reveal itself secretly.

Xian Jin raised his head and waited calmly for the tears to fall silently.

It flows into a long river of time that spans thousands of years and runs in both directions with rice paper.

Some children have to wait until the plot is finished before reading it, and some children are urging that they haven’t written it yet to leave the Chen family. It’s coming soon. This is a big plot. A Yuan can only say that all the plots and words are useful. , will play a very important role in the development of subsequent plots, and there is absolutely no possibility of hydrology.