The lady is busy farming

Chapter 1617 Writing a Story

Listening to Qiangwei's homely words, Song Xiaoshuan's eyes almost turned red.He always thought that the former Miss Zheng not only regained her identity, but also became a hot princess. She had already set her eyes high above her head. He never expected that she could talk to a servant like him in a gentle way, just like gossip.

No wonder the young master has been unable to let go, it really makes sense.Thinking of this, Song Xiaoshuan thanked you again and again, "Thank you, Princess, for your kindness, but Xiaoshuan has been away from the young master for a long time. After the tea is delivered, I will go to Song's house to check it out, and I will go back. Wait for the next time, my little one." Fortunate to come with the young master, it’s not too late to go shopping.”

"Well, that's fine. Chunzhi, pick some people from the palace to follow Xiaoshuan to transport the tea to the teahouse." Qiangwei was not surprised by Xiaoshuan's answer, "I'll write a letter to Brother Song later and you bring it. "

"Yes, thank you, Princess." When she heard that the princess was going to write a letter to the young master, Xiao Shuan immediately became happy.Qiangwei couldn't help shaking her head, but didn't think much about it.

When Chun Zhi took the people away, the corners of Qiangwei's mouth finally cracked, "Fortunately, I pressed the pile of loose tea into cakes a few days ago. Now these teas are brought again, it seems that we can try the first batch of tea." sold."

"Hehe... No wonder people in Beijing say that the princess is a cornucopia. The slaves have been with you for so long, but they have the most experience." Fei Cui said, covering her mouth and laughing.Who made her princess have hands that can make money and a smart head.Among the mistresses in the backyard, there is no one who does not rely on the family like the princess. Her princess started from scratch, and she managed the shop well and prosperously.

"What a cornucopia, those people didn't see it when we were working hard." Some people only look at the superficial things and only know that she has made money, but no one will notice the hard work inside.

"What the princess said is that people in the world have always been like this. Even if some people are exhausted, as long as they don't make achievements, no one will pay more attention to it. Once they succeed, those people will only focus on Yinzi." Fei Cui nodded, At the beginning, she knew how hard the concubine worked. She went out early and returned late every day, and almost encountered accidents.

Therefore, no matter what you do, you need to work hard to get it, not through speculation and luck.

"Okay, let's go back to the yard, go and see if your prince is awake." Qiangwei stood up, and returned to Lanting Pavilion with Jade. "These days, the small kitchen cooks more nourishing soup, medicinal food and the like, so that the prince can recover sooner."

"Yes, this servant has made a note." Fei Cui nodded and went back to the yard to start working.Qiangwei picked up the curtain and walked to the bedroom, seeing the peaceful sleeping face, she shook her head, she fell asleep as well, just like a silver doll without any danger.

Qiangwei glanced at the hourglass next to her, and it was almost time to change her dressing.It's just that the north wind hasn't come yet, so she doesn't need to wake people up.Sleeping is also a kind of self-cultivation. Only when you have enough energy can the wound grow faster.

Taking advantage of her free time, Qiangwei went to the soft bed outside, took out the rice paper from the drawer, and drew several different styles of purple sand pots.Because Master Zhao's kiln openings are limited, although she gave a lot of drawings, the output has been unable to increase, and she can only guarantee that each model is in stock. The only thing missing is quantity.

Now the market for purple clay teapots has slowly opened up, but the current sales volume is still not as good as those of glazed ones, but Qiangwei is sure that her Pu'er tea and purple clay teapots will definitely open up the market.

Thinking of this, Qiangwei suddenly had a flash of inspiration, how could she forget the most important thing.Every kind of tea has its own story in it.Zisha teapots can also write a story. Isn’t something with stories and connotations the favorite of those literati and poets?

With this idea in mind, Qiangwei sketched a handle pot.By the way, I also wrote the story of Su Dongpo to accompany it.

Although the people in Jinyue didn't know who Su Dongbo was, Qiangwei felt that she didn't have to name anyone with the surname Dao.Just make the story a legend.

Whenever a story is written, the word "handed down" is added. Since it is passed on by word of mouth, of course there is no need to go back to the source. As long as the story is attractive enough, as long as people like it, the goal will be achieved.

Anyway, the ultimate goal is to add some interest to those who like tea and tea.She earns the money, and the guest is happy again, and her goal is achieved. This should be the so-called win-win situation, right?
After this idea was formed, Qiangwei was also very happy.Every time a kind of purple clay teapot is depicted, a short story is made up beside it.Anyway, the rice paper is big enough, as long as the purple clay pot is fired, let Sun Sibo write a short story in it, and then add the instructions, it will definitely improve the taste of the purple clay pot.

"What are you doing so seriously?"

Seeing the girl's energetic appearance, Xuanyuan Yun stood quietly at the side all the time, and didn't have the heart to disturb her.Looking at the drawing drawn by the girl with charcoal, and the small letters of the plum blossom next to it, I finally couldn't help but twitched the corner of my mouth.Who said his girl was rough?If people see the talent of the girl, their jaws will drop in shock.

"I said why didn't you make any noise when you came out? Are you a cat?" Qiangwei raised her head, rolled her eyes at the indecent look, and then pouted at the opposite side, "Sit down and have a rest, I'll ask Beifeng to invite you come over."

"Girl wronged you, I've been standing next to you for a long time, you were too focused and didn't notice me." Xuanyuan Yun said, but obediently sat opposite Qiangwei, picked up a piece of rice paper that had been drawn, and looked at it with relish. up.

"What do you mean girl? Is it to explain the origin of this pot?" Xuanyuan Yun's eyes flashed with surprise, ever since she knew that girl was not from Jinyue, what she knew was very different from here.But in serious comparison, the girl's era was better than Jinyue's.

The only thing that made him rejoice was that fortunately the girl had no relatives over there. As for the grandma she mentioned, she seemed to have gone too.Otherwise, he would definitely feel uneasy.

"Smart, I also came up with it suddenly. I would make up a short story for each style of purple clay teapot. It is like describing the source of inspiration for each style of teapot, which invisibly increases the taste of purple clay teapots. Don't those literati just like to play with words? Is it? It just so happens that we prescribe the right medicine."

Qiangwei said, raising her eyebrows at Xuanyuan Yun, "How is it? This idea is not bad, in our place, whenever we open a small company, we will set up a corporate culture or something, just to show that we are tall. I thought about it too, wait for us After the purple sand factory is built, we will also create a corporate culture. Then you have to think about it, what should you do? Then you can directly frame it and put it in the reception hall of the factory, so that all the guests who come to the factory to discuss cooperation can enjoy it. can see."

　[-] words are finished, there will be another chapter later...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)