The splendid years of a talented lady

Chapter 103: I'm so excited (3)
The huge room was two stories high, and several rows of bookshelves were built against the wall, filled with books, which made her dizzy.

"You have so many books here..." She praised sincerely.

"Many of the books here have become orphans, and they can only be found here." Mr. Xiucai stood behind her with his hands behind his back, and his words were very self-satisfied.

"Brothers and sisters, forgive me for being abrupt!" Under pressure from his father, Hall Master Xiao Deng reluctantly came over to Su Xiazhi and saluted casually: "This is Miss An's poem manuscript that my father just brought back, you You might as well read it, although it is true that it is written about spring flowers and autumn moon, Miss An's words are exquisite..."

"You love her in your heart, so naturally you feel good about whatever she writes." Su Xiazhi spoke mercilessly: "But these things are waste of paper in my opinion!"

"..." It was told several times that he couldn't keep up with the matter, and he held Miss An's poems like treasures in his hands, but she said that these things were printed waste paper!

"So, the beauty of spring flowers, autumn moon and four seasons can't be sentimental?"

"Hehe!" Su Xiazhi raised her head, her gaze lingered on the books on the bookshelf, and she said calmly, "There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. If you have nothing to worry about, it's a good season in the world."

Then he waved his hand to signal Hall Master Xiao Deng to put away those manuscripts: "Please put them away, I don't want to read such things."

That tone was extremely arrogant!
"What a poem!" Mr. Xiucai approached her, pushed away his son's hand holding the poem manuscript, and said with a maddened appearance: "This old man really missed my attention and slowed down my little friend!" As he spoke, he bent down and wanted to salute.

Su Xiazhi quickly reached out her hand to stop him and said with a smile: "I have such a temperament, if it weren't for this, how could I be regarded as a fool at such a young age? Don't be like this, I'm too polite! The little girl can't stand it."

On the one hand, he is open-minded in dealing with people, and on the other hand, he utters amazing poems. Deng Heng likes Su Xiazhi's temperament so much, but it is a pity that she is a woman and cannot stay at home to talk freely.

Hall Master Xiao Deng was a little discouraged. Miss An's poems were completely different from those of a talented lady, but he knew very well that Miss An's poems were very small in terms of the artistic conception of the poems, and they had already fallen behind.And the poems and essays written by the talented lady have already brought ingenuity, how many of this kind of upright and magnanimous men can do it?At least, he can't...

Hall Master Xiao Deng secretly took Miss An's poems back into his father's bag.

"Lansheng, what book are you looking for this time? As long as I have it in the study hall, you can read it." The scholar was as happy as if he had drunk a little wine after listening to the poem read by Su Xiazhi. He pulled Min Lansheng Sitting at the table, Hall Master Xiao Deng hurriedly asked the waiter to come over and change the teapot and cups on the table.

"No, it's my wife who wants to print something." Min Lansheng replied truthfully.

"What do you want to print, little friend?" Mr. Xiucai has always called Su Xiazhi a little friend, which means he has already regarded him as a fellow.

"What I want to print is..." Su Xiazhi also sat at the table and explained the purpose of this visit.

What she wants to print is the red paper with auspicious words written on the vermicelli.

If dried noodles want to find a market, they must find another way.When Xiucai said that she was going to give Ann Juren a birthday gift, she became inspired and decided to wrap her dried noodles in gifts.

Those bamboo baskets ordered at the bamboo shop just now are also for this purpose.She thought that putting six servings of dried noodles in a basket would mean Liuliu Dashun. In addition, folks have a custom of eating longevity noodles. The dried noodles made by her stretched noodles are much longer than the noodles rolled out by a rolling pin. , wouldn't it be more 'longer' life!

On the one hand, the red paper printed and spread on it is to look happy and beautiful, and on the other hand, it also has the function of anti-counterfeiting.

After making gestures and sayings, Mr. Xiucai finally understood what she meant, and turned to Hall Master Xiao Deng: "How much do we charge for four such engraving blocks without earning a penny?"

What Su Xia wants is the red paper printed with four auspicious words of "Five Grains", "Longevity and Longevity", "Everything goes well", and "Peace in Four Seasons". These four auspicious words and four auspicious patterns need to be used respectively. Only engraving can be printed.

Hallmaster Xiao Deng scratched his scalp and calculated carefully...

Su Xiazhi looked at his virtuous behavior and felt a little regretful that he had provoked him just now with his sloppy words. He just thought that he was just thinking about how to cheat himself of a little more money.

"Twelve taels, no less." He put down his hand and said to his father.

"What? What a fool! Your math was taught by the executioner, right? This is obviously killing people..." 12 taels?There was a burst of wailing in my heart, and Su Xiazhi couldn't calm down at once!

What's the saying "If you have nothing to worry about, it's a good season in the world", these are all nonsense!

Now let her take out 12 taels of silver at once, and she can't take it out.Su Xiazhi had eggs in front of her eyes!How many eggs does she have to pickle to earn this money...

It's true that the pickled eggs didn't make a lot of money, but now she has spent a lot of money to open a noodle workshop. She never thought that it would cost so much money to print auspicious words!

Although the ancient printing technique was popular, the cost was very high.The wood used for the engraving has to be specially treated to ensure that the engraving does not deform, and the wages of the engraving craftsmen are also very high, and ordinary small workshops can only support one or two such craftsmen.

Su Xiazhi didn't have these concepts. When she calculated the cost, she simply equated this item with modern printed matter.

Hall Master Xiao Deng knew that she had misunderstood, so he patiently explained the production process to her in a detailed and low-level manner, and took her around the noodle making workshop. Only then did Su Xiazhi realize that it was indeed I said something wrong.

With a drooping head, she apologized to Hall Master Xiaodeng. The good things she thought of could only be shelved. She was a little disappointed about this, but she couldn't do things without money. I don’t have enough money, so I’ll come back later when I’ve saved enough silver.”

"No problem." Mr. Xiucai grabbed Min Lansheng who got up and was about to leave with his wife: "As long as my little friend writes a poem for the old man's collection hall, the four boards will be considered as a congratulatory gift for Lan Sheng's autumn test. I think These words are also very pleasing!"

"Impossible!" Min Lansheng hurriedly shied away, the autumn exam has not yet started, and people have sent gifts, if he doesn't pass the exam, wouldn't it be a joke?
(End of this chapter)