A piece of paper

Chapter 55
As soon as Xian Jin finished speaking, Qiao Fangzhi was obviously stunned. After thinking for a while, he looked at Xian Jin with more scrutiny. His eyes drooped slightly as if in deep thought.

This action is meant to be defensive.

It's normal to be defensive.

After all, he is a Qingliu scholar, and he is afraid that Xian Jin, a businessman, will do bad things in the name of Qingcheng Mountain Academy.Who can't afford one or two books of tracing red?Since the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard can afford this group of Confucian children, they are not afraid of giving out a few extra sheets of tracing paper, and they are afraid of agreeing to Chen Ji's request, but being beaten by Chen Ji, and they will not be able to get rid of them even if they want to - well, it seems He has seen through Xian Jin!
Xian Jin took another sip of Wuyi black tea, the taste was slightly bitter, and then returned to sweetness, the taste was mellow and elegant, most of such good tea was specially shipped from Fujian.

Why do you say on purpose?
Because it was not easy to trade across cities in ancient times, Nanzhili is not close to Fujian, and Jing County is just a small county under the jurisdiction of Xuancheng. Xuan paper and this Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard are famous, and other things are not very good. Merchants from Huizhou and Fujian communicate with each other, and most of the tea leaves that are so good are specially delivered by the water transporter of Ningyuanhou, the Qiao family who quelled the Japanese invasion and occupied Fujian.

Clan in-laws were so important in ancient times, like a small tree rising from the ground. After a hundred years of operation, the main trunk is deep and strong, and the branches and leaves are chaotic and complicated. Overturning the shade.

Unless the main trunk is worm-eaten and hollow, or is struck by a majestic force, the tree can stand forever and for a long time, and absorb nutrients from the dead leaves to grow stronger.

This is probably the family Mrs. Qu wanted.

So, what role will she gradually play in this family?
Is it the soil that feeds back the trunk?Or take advantage of the opportunity to slowly pull out the side branches of the new buds?
"Teacher" Chen Jianfang called softly, breaking the silence.

Xian Jin realized that his thoughts were drifting away, he lowered his eyes and drank another sip of tea soup, decided to take the initiative, refused to wait passively, and spoke sincerely, and went straight to Huanglong, "You are worried, the Academy and Chen Jihui will be entangled in this matter, hang up Related?"

Qiao Fangzhi smiled, "Business is for the people, and the people get the needs of the business. It's a trivial matter, so it's nothing to worry about."

Isn't it to protect the reputation of the mountain courtyard?
Why is that?

Xian Jin waited for Qiao Fang to speak later.

"The old man is worried, are those Confucian boys willing?"

The three bells of "dong dong dong" sounded outside the window lattice, followed by the footsteps of students packing their bags and pushing their chairs - school is over in the morning.

Qiao Fangzhi looked back from the window lattice, and the smiles that often hung on the corners of his mouth were restrained one by one, "The Confucian boys in my mountain courtyard, either because of their poor families or because they lost their husbands, all have poor backgrounds, but they have Song Lian's ambition and Kuangheng's tenacity, given time, I dare not say that all of them will be in the two lists, but it is also possible that the Hanlin will be the prime minister and take power in the future."

Qiao Fangzhi's tone was indifferent, but the momentum leaked from the end of the sentence.

Chen Jianfang subconsciously looked at Xian Jin.

Fortunately, the little girl was not frightened.

How could the head of the Shanyuan, who was admitted to the imperial examination once, was hand-picked as Tanhualang in the palace examination, and entered the court twice as an official, just a happy, smiling retiree?
He is to protect the reputation of those children!

Xian Jin's expression also became serious.

Qiao Fangzhi continued, "This group of Confucian children are still in their infancy. If they become prosperous in the future, will Chen Ji repay them with kindness? Those who study and become officials must cherish feathers. The kindness of sending paper can be great or small ——Are they willing to pay a debt of favor for a copy of the tracing red book?"

"Although these considerations are trivial, they are what a master should think about for them."

"Shopkeeper He, tell me, is this old man worrying too much?"

Xian Jin was taken aback, she really didn't expect this.

Thinking about it now, Mr. Qiao Shan made a lot of sense.

No matter how small a scholar is, a piece of paper, a piece of ink, or even a piece of cake is all kindness.

If it is a kindness, you have to repay it, otherwise you will be virtuous and vulnerable to criticism—in modern times, companies donate money to poor students, and some companies only give a few thousand yuan in scholarships, but they invite the media and publicize it, embarrassing the students And the poor situation is publicized to everyone, just to highlight my "good" character.

Actually, it's quite disrespectful.

Xian Jin's proposal just now is fundamentally disrespectful to this group of poor students.

If you use my paper, you have to post it, and you have to let the big guys see that you use my paper.

The only difference is that what Xian Jin wants to highlight is not "goodness", but to directly treat the poor Confucian children as tools, a purer business thinking
Qiao Fangzhi reminded him cryptically and tactfully, causing Xian Jin to blush.

Xian Jin pursed his lips and was about to speak, but was interrupted by a lazy voice outside the window.

"Pick two children who are good at writing, and let's draw red to work."

Xian Jin turned his head.

Qiao Dajieyuan slung the cloth bag on his back, squinted his eyes, and had a steamed bun in his mouth, as if he was still asleep.

Well, everyone is out of school.

This Mr. Joe just woke up.

Unfortunately, he is Xie Yuan.
God is really unfair.

Xian Jin pursed his lips and ran through Qiao Hui's words in his mind. What did he say?Arrive at work?

If the Confucian boy worked hard and reaped the rewards, there would be no possibility for Chen Ji to repay his kindness!Chen Ji is not a charity or a gift, these papers are all earned by Confucian scholars themselves!

Xian Jin's mind was spinning quickly, and he said quickly, "Yes! You can do this! If the Confucian boys are willing, they can write the Little Four Books for Chen Ji as a reward, and agree that Chen Ji will use the Four Books of Kaimeng written by them as a template for tracing red. On the first frame of each line in the tracing book!"

From matts, it has completely become a tracing book!

wrong!

Blank matts can also be sold, and they have added an additional category for sale!
Xian Jin was eager to try, and said repeatedly, "As compensation, Chen Ji promised to repay the papers that the poor Confucian students of the Qingcheng Mountain Academy went to high school.

This little girl really has a quick brain
Qiao Fangzhi was dumbfounded.

Xian Jin asked eagerly, "So, do you think so?"

Qiao Fangzhi came back to his senses and said with a smile, "This exchange seems to be a disadvantage to the shopkeeper."

As a businessman, if you don’t take advantage, you will lose money.

This is much weaker than the initial proposal.

Xian Jin smiled and shook his head, "No loss, no loss - as long as you allow us to print a sentence in the book, we will not suffer at all."

"A word?" Qiao Fangzhi repeated.

Xian Jin smiled and nodded, confirming, "One sentence."

Seeing that the little girl quickly returned to the scene, Qiao Fangzhi looked at Qiao Hui involuntarily, with a confident and god-like look.

Qiao Hui responded with a big yawn to his father.

There are many meanings in the yawn - "I told you earlier that Chen Ji, the new shopkeeper, has a very good mind and is all about making money. You can say that she is an adulterer. People are educated and listen to advice, and they don't want to take advantage of others; you say If she doesn't rape, she will lose all her benefits."

Qiao Fangzhi thought he was crazy.

Unexpectedly, he deciphered so many words from an ordinary yawn of his son.

After the matter was finalized, Xian Jin relaxed a lot, and discussed with Qiao Fangzhi, mostly around the "business way" and "civil way". From Fan Li to Shen Wansan, from water transportation of salt roads to wine and fermented wine taxation, he talked with eloquence, and one could tell that he never underestimated the business way, on the contrary, he valued it and was optimistic about it.

Very rare in times like this.

As a scholar who is serious and stereotyped, it is a great good not to disgrace businessmen.

Xianjin was born in business, and he has been familiar with it since he was a child. Now he has a few hands-on practical experience. He belongs to the double buff of the theoretical school and the practical experience school.

One asked, "Why do merchants make money?"

Naturally, I can't make money, it's for the sake of white jade.

For this philosophical question, Xian Jin decided to use air-to-air.

"For the sake of the general public, for the common people."

Qiao Fangzhi smiled, "Then you go to the novel."

This question, in fact, is asked in another way, which is "why should we develop business".

In the era of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing business, this problem is very advanced.

Xian Jin also laughed, "In order to issue monthly bills to the staff, to pay rent to the government, to pay taxes to the court, to have money to buy goods from other industries and firms, and to continuously invest in costs and make our own products better."

Absorb labor and create labor jobs; promote treasury revenue and increase local gdp; boost industrial development and enrich product categories
Xian Jin's answer is a slobbering translation of the above content.

Qiao Fangzhi squinted his eyes to listen, and then nodded after a while.

Unknowingly, it was time for lunch, and Qiao Fang put Xian Jin to eat with a lingering intention, "Qiao Hui, you and Erlang take shopkeeper He to eat, old man, I have to think again."

Chen Jianfang was taken aback.

As soon as they went out, Chen Jianfang and Qiao Hui whispered softly, "The cafeteria is mostly scholars, and shopkeeper He is a girl, so I'm afraid it will be inconvenient?"

Qiao Hui smiled and said, "It's okay! Girls don't eat anymore? Shopkeeper He came to discuss business today, and it's just a customer. Erlang—you are too protective!"

Qiao Hui's words were narrow.

Chen Jianfang gave a "boom" to his head, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Xianjin, but saw the little girl was burying her head, and she was walking eastward with great strides. Seeing that they didn't keep up, she turned her head and greeted him loudly——

"Why are you standing still!"

"There's nothing to eat when I go back!"

"There are many things to do! Eat early and work early!"

Chen Jianfang curled the corners of his lips, and all the heat from above faded away.

Protect?

protect what?
In the eyes of this girl, she has nothing else to do except work and making money.

Ten days later, the red copybook produced by Chen Ji was officially listed.

In the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, the little boy Du Junning timidly took out the red copybook that he had just obtained. As soon as he opened it, he saw his own words printed in the middle of each row of matt. He felt embarrassed but proud.

Close your eyes again, touch the paper carefully with your fingertips, feel the softness of the rice paper cotton, and your eyes turn red with excitement.

Once passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, Chen Ji's new tracing red book finally reached Qiao Fangzhi's hands.

He opened it and saw a sentence printed on the title page.

"Produced with sincerity - the choice of Qingcheng Mountain Hospital"

For the choice of Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, these seven characters were magnified, magnified, and magnified again.

Qiao Fangzhi, a drop of sweat dripped from his forehead.

This shopkeeper He really spared no effort to tie Chen Ji and Qingchengshanyuan together!
(End of this chapter)