A piece of paper

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Press down slightly with your left wrist, and slowly, slowly sink the bamboo curtain into the pulp water."

The courtyard was deep in autumn and winter. Next to the towering pines and cypresses and the ever-fading velvet flowers, Xianjin was wearing a short suit with his wide sleeves tied behind his back with a belt. His hands were submerged in the water. He cooperated with Suo'er on the opposite side to slowly but neatly fished out the bamboo rack.

A thin layer of wet paper pulp, like the cicada-wing membrane inside an eggshell.

Xianjin folded her hands and feet aside neatly, her movements were very swift, and with a flick of her right hand, the film fell to the ground - a true hero never looks back at the explosion, Xianjin didn't even need to confirm whether she had done it, and continued to fish out the next piece of paper without blinking.

Just. Just very handsome
And this Boss He is too tall! Even taller than the average southern scholar!

She had a pretty face, distinct jaw angle, and a high nose. Her clothes were not complicated, but simply cut and made of plain material. She wore a dark brown dress that was cool and fitting. Her hair was tied up high in a bun, and she only pinned it with a varnished peach wood hairpin.

Because he needed to soak the paper in water, Boss He took off the jade ring on his hand and put it aside. Although he had no beads or expensive clothes, his height! His bearing! Even if he stood with many children from aristocratic families, he would definitely not lose!
And
Miss Rong shifted her eyes downward.

Mr. He's fingers are long and thin, with distinct joints, like a long, thin but powerful flute.

Little Miss Rong's face was red. She raised her head with a bit of heat and turned around to hide it. When she saw the faces of the people around her, she froze a little - well, good, all the little girls' faces were about the same red.
The handkerchief acquaintance Xue's young lady beside her bumped Miss Rong's elbow and said, "This Boss He is really nice."

Xue Yaoniang thought for a moment, blushed a little embarrassedly, lowered her head and whispered, "It's really good!"

that?

Which?

Miss Rong was a little unable to keep up with her friend's thoughts, but when she followed her friend's gaze, she saw Boss He lowering his head, raising his arm, and casually wiping the sweat from his face onto his shoulder and sleeve - ah, that was really good.

Although the positioning of "Pinxuan" is indeed targeted at young girls and wives,
Xianjin stood in the courtyard with his hands down and his eyes closed - but weren't there really too many young girls and wives coming?

Basically, the cover room is full of boxes.

Rather than saying that everyone came here to make paper by hand, it would be better to say that everyone came here to find a place to sit quietly, have tea, snacks, and recuperate. After the Grand Princess came to power, it was visibly seen that there were more women walking on the streets, but many restaurants and teahouses still did not welcome women to set up tables alone, and recommending that women sit in private rooms was already the biggest concession they made.

"Pinxuan" almost only does business with women. First of all, the environment is very elegant, and secondly, it makes people feel very safe. For example, all the shop assistants are girls. The two aunts standing at the door are big and strong, with cold brows. Upon inquiry, it is found that both of them are from military families and have some martial arts and murder skills.

Of course, the most important point is that in addition to DIY paper making, the rice paper cultural creations sold by "Pinxuan" are also very cute. There are already four or five series of rice paper folding fans, including flower and bird fine brushwork, ink painting, and very simple stick drawings, such as three-stroke pig, stick drawing fish, and long furry cats. These cute patterns;

Rice paper bookmarks are also very popular. The material is not bad, but the words on them are very touching, such as "Nothing is difficult in life as long as you are willing to give up", "As long as you persist, every hardship can overcome me", "Money can be earned again if you lose it, but if you lose your conscience, you can earn more money". And other chicken soup speeches fighting on the front line of anti-PUA - young girls and wives read and laughed, and then happily paid for them; old rice paper popsicles also led the trend for a while. Popsicles are still the same popsicles. In this era, there is no way to ask for matcha-flavored Haagen-Dazs. Add some salt and sugar, and then use saltpeter to melt it. It's very cool. Popsicles have not changed, but the popsicle sticks have changed. Zhou Ergou hardened a batch of rice paper and used them as popsicle sticks, and carved some flowers and words on them. The old popsicles that used to cost five cents each have risen to ten cents in "Pinxuan", but everyone is still very happy to buy them.
There are many Xuan paper cultural and creative products that Xianjin wants to make. Some of them are inevitably too avant-garde, such as Xuan paper cups, Xuan paper hairpins, and Xuan paper rouge co-branded products. Too many ideas require a lot of time and energy to construct.

For a long time, Xianjin lived in the bedroom on the second floor of "Pinxuan".

After entering the twelfth lunar month, Xianjin became even busier. The linkage of the three stores needed some planning. The "Xuan" store at the head of the square still took the high-end and classy route, and at most gave away more samples and trials; the "Xuan paper" store at the tail of the square directly discounted the best celebration; the planning of "Pinxuan" required more brains.
The lights in the courtyard on the first floor were bright, and Xianjin in the inner room was scratching his head and thinking about what to do.

Qiao Hui's deep and hoarse voice blew into the hall along with the cold wind and snow: "Are you sure you don't want to go out and take a look? The girl from the Rong family is about to fight with the girl from the Xue family."

Xian Jin raised his eyes.

Qiao Hui folded his arms across his chest, half leaning on the porch, looking up at one side. He was still wearing the soft armor of the Xishan camp, and he hadn't changed his boots, and there were traces of snow and mud on his heels.

Xianjin put down his pen and smiled in surprise: "Didn't you say you would stay in Xishan until after the New Year? Why did you come back these days?"

Qiao Hui's eyebrows curved unconsciously, but her words were a little vague: "Something happened in the east, and the Grand Princess urgently dispatched the Beijing Command to gather together - Oh, if I don't go home, you won't go back either?"

Qiao Hui kicked off the frost and snow on the back of his boots before walking in. He found a stool and put his hands on the back of the chair. "My old man sent me a letter a few days ago. His words were fierce and aggrieved. He said that you and the Third Master were heartless. One of you ran around with his bowl and disappeared all day long. The other one didn't come home every day and didn't care about anything else in order to make money."

Xianjin laughed out loud: "No way! I just went home and took a shower the day before yesterday!"

Qiao Hui frowned: "So you haven't showered for two days?" Qiao Hui pretended to hiss, leaned forward to smell it, and nodded seriously: "It's okay, it still smells good."

Xianjin took the opportunity to hold Qiao Hui's head and kissed his forehead with a "bang", then let go happily: "What did you say happened outside? Why did Xiaorong and Xiaoxue quarrel?"

Qiao Hui said sourly: "Hey, the girl from the Rong family said that you supported her hand for half an hour today, and the girl from the Xue family said that you supported her for an hour, and the two of them started arguing——"

Qiao Hui touched his forehead which was still stained with saliva, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't be angry.

What's there to be angry about?
As long as I am the queen, you will always be concubines!

(End of this chapter)