A piece of paper

The matter between Chen Sanya and Qiu Dihuang ends here.

There were not many people in the workshop that night, but the noise was heard in the back room of the neighbor. Some people who liked to watch the excitement stretched out their heads to take a look, and happened to see Director Zhong, who was frightened by the news, carrying Liu Ji's assistant Qiu Dihuang in a menacing manner. Pass.

Coach Zhong's sharp eyes spotted the head behind the wall, and he easily pulled out the hidden head.

First give that head a smile, and then with a straight face, "If you don't stay in the room in the middle of the night, do you also want to fight with your roommate on the bed?"

Brain:?

Director Zhong conveniently defined the sexual relationship between Chen Sanya and Qiu Dihuang as a fight - which is true, hand-to-hand combat is both physical and fighting, and it is very precise.

After hearing this, Chen Sanya felt depressed for a while. After waiting for seven or eight days, when she saw that there was indeed no call from Mrs. Qu, the look in Xianjin's eyes became more inquisitive and grateful.

Xian Jin passed by Chen Sanya in a hurry.

Chen Sanya called Xian Jin to stop, with a bright red face, "...we will get along well in the future, if it is true..."

If you really fell into my grandmother's trap and ended up being my concubine for eight lifetimes.

"I'll treat you well too. I won't interfere in any of your actions, as long as you don't take the man back to the bedroom." Chen Sanya whispered, it doesn't matter if he takes him back to the bedroom. We can discuss and make progress together.

Xian Jin slowly typed a "?" on his forehead.

Li Sanshun slapped Chen Sanya accurately on the back of the head with a wave of his hand, "Make paper pulp and hit the street! Can you hide by grabbing Xian Jin! Work quickly!"

Chen Sanya cried and turned around to continue working hard.

Xian Jin frowned and shook his head. It is true that you are a weak Duanxiu, but you have to behave like eight muscular men under my command - the capitalists will not sympathize with you and your orientation!

In mid-to-late July, the weather is getting hotter day by day. The weather in Xuancheng is like the face of a toddler, crying and laughing at times. The two processes of squeezing water and baking walls in Baizhangxuan are extremely dependent on the weather. If it rains continuously, it will be good. After several days of rain, the water vapor evaporating from the ground will moisten the rice paper, which is not conducive to the presentation of ink.

Therefore, taking advantage of the fine weather, the Jixi workshop worked hard day and night.

The probability of failure of Ba Zhang Xuan is too high. One hundred and twenty pieces of paper were handed over in three days and two nights, which is considered a normal speed. According to the time point for the second phase of execution on the first day of August, they can hand in five pieces of paper.

Although it's just a mediocre five-sword paper, it's still a pretty good result.

There is still a long way to go before the one hundred dollars required as a tribute, but it is enough to meet the second stage requirement of handing in samples.

Li Sanshun led the big guys to work hard in the workshop.

At the same time, Xian Jin was not idle either. He made an appointment with Chen Fu and returned to Jing County to pay incense to the grave of his mother He Ainiang. On the way, he also went to Zhanghe Village in Xiaxi Town to have a bowl of vegetarian food that Chen Fu had recommended for a long time. Flat food.

After finishing everything, Xuan Jin called the Xuancheng Chamber of Commerce for a short meeting in the middle of the show. The main idea was to inform everyone of the progress of Ba Zhangxuan and that the five-knife proof tribute paper would be handed over to Yingtian Mansion in ten days, and Yingtian Mansion would forward it to Beizhi. Li Zhili, and then submit it to the Ministry of Rites for decision by Beizhili.

Generally speaking, the final tribute paper will reveal the answer at this link.

After all, the third step needs to be submitted to the Minister of the Interior for a decision, which means that this thing will enter the cabinet. To be honest, since the founding of the Wei Dynasty, the tribute decision procedure has never entered the third step.

What kind of shameless big yellow onion are you? That’s the chief minister of the cabinet!

Can any peach, plum, lychee or almond enter the office of the Chief Minister of the Cabinet? The Minister of the Interior has nothing to do all day long, so he comes to comment that your lychees are not sweet enough, your plums are a bit soft, and your ink is not too sticky.

Then don’t call it a cabinet. Let's ask the cabinet to select carefully.

That means life and death, just ten days later.

Everyone was mentally prepared and listened to Xianjin's arrangements with a nervous attitude that success or failure depended on one fell swoop and that there were only a handful of troops ahead.

"Hengxi, recruit five more men to work. The wall is too hot. The frequency of rotation must be accelerated, otherwise the men will easily suffer from heatstroke;"

"Uncle Bai, can you still get the kiwi vine juice? Two more buckets;"

"Uncle Liu, your man is doing well, but who is Qiu Qiu Dihuang? He is strong and capable, and he is a young man;"

Xianjin lowered his eyes and saw the shopkeeper of the illiterate Wang Qiangji, "Uncle Qiang, the rice you sent tastes very good, but the meat and vegetables are not enough. Please go to the bell steward's office to pay thirty taels of silver after the meeting. The food must be delicious." It must be ensured.”

After finishing speaking one by one, Xianjin's back was straight and his expression was serious, "Xuancheng has not been selected for tribute paper for more than ten years. Currently, there are 22 paper workshops in Xuancheng, with 70 master craftsmen and 2,000 people invested in it. With seven hundred and thirty-eight taels of silver and three months of work, we united as one and Ba Zhangxuan was reborn."

All the merchants straightened their backs in unison.

"No one can be sure whether Ba Zhangxuan can be selected, but I, He Xianjin, will put my words here. If he is selected, everyone here will have a share of this bowl of broth; if he is not selected, as long as the Xuancheng Chamber of Commerce can enter the third stage of the competition , I, He Xianjin, have saved my life and led everyone to win the tribute paper sign!"

Xian Jin raised his voice, and everyone was so inspired that they clapped their hands red.

Next to Heng Xi was her father Heng Lian. When the applause was about to end, Heng Lian remembered to raise his hands to clap.

Xian Jin glanced at him and pursed his lips slightly.

On July 29, the sun was scorching, and Master Qiao traveled to Beijing, but he still left Qiao Baozhu behind, "...I went to Beijing this time because I really couldn't shirk it."

Master Qiao handed Xian Jin a name card, "Now Ying Tian Fu Yin is vacant. Wen Fu Cheng and Cao Fu Cheng, one is like a sheep, harmless to humans and animals, but hangs high; the other is like a pig, greedy and will be slaughtered sooner or later. , are not good people, the only one left is Wang Xuezheng, who is pretty good. If you encounter something that even Old Xiong can't handle, go to him, he will definitely help you when he sees this famous post."

Xian Jin accepted the invitation and was a little worried when he remembered what Qiao Hui said about the situation in the capital not being settled yet, "You must take good care of yourself while you are away."

Master Qiao waved his hand, "I hope I can keep the two ounces of meat that Lao Wang raised for me!"

Xianjin didn't know what exactly prompted Qiao Fangzhi, who had shunned the world for most of his life, to come to the capital at this juncture, but since Qiao Master wanted to go, he must have his reasons.

Before noon, he said goodbye to Master Qiao, showed his money and had dinner with Baozhu, and then led Li Sanshun to pack the five-knife and eight-foot-tall Xuan, hitch the mule cart, and prepare to send it to Magistrate Xiong.

"Sanlang can just go."

Mrs. Qu's voice came from the porch.

Behind Mrs. Qu were hiding Chen Sanlang and Mrs. Sun, followed by five or six strong-backed ladies.

Mrs. Qu waved her hand, and the mother-in-law divided into two teams and quickly came forward. One covered Xian Jin's mouth, two trapped Xian Jin's arms, and the other two pinched Xian Jin's wrists. They moved Xian Jin quickly and swiftly. Jin dragged him into the inner courtyard.

I originally wanted to make up for it, but I couldn’t hold it any longer due to the cold.