Lady Caisang: My husband is a little sweet

Chapter 147 Business
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Jiang Rongan was very surprised when he suddenly learned of Jin Zeping's arrival, and he didn't dare to look down on him in the slightest. He hurriedly dragged Wu Xiang out to greet him, no matter what the purpose of the Seventh Prince's arrival, he should treat him well.

"Come to visit rashly, I hope I won't disturb you." Jin Zeping nodded to Jiang Rong'an and Wu Xiang.

"How could it be? Young Master Jin can come to our small place. This is to make my humble house flourish. Please come in, please come in, let's have a good drink." Before Jiang Rongan could speak, Wu Xiang said The dog leg with a smile on his face is extremely enthusiastic.

Jiang Rong'an thought for a while, Jin Zeping's arrival should be for the ice jade silk, but it's already winter, it seems a little inappropriate to use ice jade silk, is it for the preparation for next year?
However, they were in a passive position after all, and could only wait for Jin Zeping to speak on his own initiative.

"Then respect is worse than obedience." Jin Zeping smiled lightly, and was about to relax a little bit, so that there was no child around him.

Young people have the vigor of young people, as well as the openness of thought. After a few glasses of rice wine, the atmosphere quickly improved, and Jin Zeping put down his airs, just like an ordinary rich young master.

The three of them chatted, and after drinking too much, they went to sleep in the room. This time, they talked about many topics, and the chat was very enjoyable. Jiang Rongan, who has always been self-controlled, couldn't restrain himself.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Rongan took a deep breath, looked at the hoarfrost on the potted plants in the field that had not yet melted, and suddenly had an idea in his mind, he hurriedly spread paper on the table in front of the window and rubbed ink, ready to put his brain on the ground. The poems that emerge from within are written down.

After putting away the last pen, Jiang Rong'an breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pen, and heard someone applaud outside the window. He looked up, only to find that Jin Zeping got up for some reason and stood aside for a long time.

"Thank you Brother Ping for your compliment, you woke up really early, did you sleep well last night?" Jiang Rong'an pressed the paper with a stone weight, walked out of the study, and said with a smile.

"Not bad, you have to compose a poem every day?" Jin Zeping is also a little curious about Jiang Rongan. The secret guards will investigate the people who appear around him. Jiang Rongan's background is very clear, but he suddenly worked hard to study , but it makes people wonder why.

"How is it possible? Occasionally, I only write a few sentences when I have some ideas, but it is not elegant." Jiang Rongan is still very aware of his shortcomings. Writing articles is not bad, but writing poems is weak, and the words do not need to be refined. Because of too little reading.

"After all, there are few geniuses in this world, only uninterrupted study and practice, you have this potential, don't give up on yourself." Jin Zeping said with a smile, "I'm not going to hide it from Rong An, but this time I stayed in Xiangyang Mansion for a few months. If there is something to do, I wonder if the Wu family's ice jade silk has been sold?"

"Shouldn't have been sold yet. It's better to use Chaoshi. I will go with you to see Grandpa Wu. He is the master of the house. Brother Ping can talk to him in detail."

Jiang Rong'an was sure that the Wu family's ice jade silk was not sold. After all, the Wu family used to sell ordinary silk, so the ones that could be eaten were also ordinary. Ice jade silk is special, and it is always up for sale. A person with a discerning eye.

Of course, this kind of matter is an internal matter of the Wu family. He shouldn't say too much, because his status is not suitable.

When he came back from Fucheng, Jiang Rong'an mentioned this matter to Mr. Wu, but Jin Zeping never came over. Mr. Wu thought it was a trivial matter, and he planned to sell it at a suitable price when he was in Ruchun.

Master Wu was very excited when he heard the news that Jiang Rongan asked his servants to bring him. He didn't expect that the person who came to visit the two teenagers yesterday was such a distinguished seventh prince.

However, if the seventh prince wanted to conceal his identity, he would be savvy and not point it out, but he was very careful with his words and sentences. If his own ice jade silk could enter the prince's eyes, it also meant that he had a good chance of becoming a royal agent. How could this be possible? Not exciting?

"Master Jin, this is our family's ice jade silk, and the other two sides are silk and silk woven from simply processed silk threads. I haven't tried other weaving methods yet." Master Wu didn't hide Jin Zeping's intentions, and said very In fact, "But because my family is not good at dyeing skills, I don't know how to color it."

Jin Zeping did not speak. He grabbed a handful of silk, which had not yet been divided into warp and weft. Next to it were silk threads that had been divided into warp and weft, and finally ordinary plain weave silk and plain weave silk.

The feeling of silk is a kind of coldness, which is different from the coldness of the current ice cubes. It is a bit similar to jade, but it is not obvious.

Move your hands one by one, and the feeling of silk and silk is more obvious. I think that the difference in weaving method also makes the cold feeling slightly different, with a different texture and a more comfortable feeling.

Over the past few months, Jin Zeping has also gained a general understanding of silk fabrics, knowing that raw silk has to go through various treatments, and then dyed or woven into cloth and then dyed, and there are more changes in it.

I just don't know whether this ice jade silk can still maintain this feature after these complicated treatments, or if it loses this feature and makes everyone disappear.

"I'm worried about whether this ice jade silk can still maintain this characteristic after being processed in detail and dyed and woven." Jin Zeping also didn't whet his appetite. Amazing, for example, the special water Yuma has similar characteristics.

Master Wu said that he was also very clear, but the few ice jade silks sent out last year were all woven silk, so there was no way to do experiments. This year, it was because no reliable people could be found to do these things, so it could only be like this temporarily, but Accumulation is also lossy, and it is distressing enough.

"I know this too, but I haven't been able to find a suitable way to make these, but last year we used this silk to make all kinds of close-fitting clothes, which can keep the upper and lower body cool for a long time, and have a very good function of warding off the heat. .”

Master Wu's subconscious meaning is also clearly expressed. The ice jade silk that has not been processed carefully can maintain a cold feeling for a long time. This advantage alone is enough. Doesn't mean worthless.

Jiang Rong'an stood aside and didn't say much, but nodded when Master Wu said that he would maintain a cold feeling for a long time, saying that it was true. How to make a decision is the consideration of both of them, so he just keeps silent.

Jin Zeping didn't speak immediately, but rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I want this batch of ice jade silk, and I will let people try it, but because of this uncertainty, Mr. Wu, you can't inflate the price .”

Summer is the hottest in the north. If the ice jade silk can really keep the coolness, even if it is an unpleasant white color, there are other ways to solve it, such as lining?
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