Even though Zhao Ming was as calm as Zhao Ming, he couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly, then pulled the paper back and looked at the paper in his hand carefully.
The paper was slightly yellow and a little rough, but it was indeed paper. He smoothed the paper and carefully touched it with his fingertips, feeling the fibers under his fingertips.
He stood up barefoot, without putting on the boots on the side, just put on his clogs and walked out.
Zhao Hanzhang hurriedly got up and caught up, "Uncle, uncle, the snow is so thick outside, be careful of catching a cold."
Zhao Ming took the paper back to the study, poured a little water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink. After dipping the pen in the ink, he lightly wrote the word "Zhao" on the paper.
The ink blurred a little, but it quickly settled down. His eyes widened, and he finally confirmed that this was a piece of paper that could be written on.
Zhao Ming couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh. He looked at Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan who were standing below and couldn't help nodding, "Okay, okay, okay! Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Zhao Hanzhang, who originally only wanted to discuss the future development of the paper mill with him, was stunned for a moment, then changed his words with an embarrassed look on his face: "Uncle, although the paper mill has produced paper, it is not yet large-scale, especially because there is no suitable director in the paper mill.
, even if I wanted to, it would be difficult to make large amounts of paper.”
Looking at Zhao Ming, whose brows were slightly frowning, Zhao Hanzhang suddenly felt blessed, as if her two channels of Ren and Du had been opened. She leaned forward slightly and said coquettishly: "Uncle, please help me."
Zhao Ming looked at her in surprise, "How do you want me to help?"
"I would like to ask my uncle to manage the paper mill for me."
Zhao Ming looked at her intently, and after a while he raised his lips and asked, "What price do you pay for inviting me?"
Zhao Hanzhang: "I would like to share the paper shop and bookstore with my uncle."
Zhao Ming lowered his eyes and met her gaze. The two looked at each other for a moment without giving in. Zhao Ming tightened his fingers slightly and asked: "Then you have to think clearly. The skill of papermaking belongs to you, the craftsmen and the land."
It’s yours too, we just need a steward. Is it worth giving up half of the paper mill because of a steward?”
Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "As long as the paper mill can grow bigger and bigger and can continuously produce more, better and cheaper paper, it will be worthwhile."
Zhao Ming lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then responded, "Okay."
Zhao Hanzhang was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"What about the third thing?"
"The third thing is a bookstore." Zhao Hanzhang tried his best to look sad and sighed: "Uncle, there are many people in the county who need to be educated and literate, and there are also many books in need, so I want to open a bookstore, but you
I also know that it is difficult to find printing craftsmen. I have asked Ji Yuan to send people to Luoyang to look for craftsmen who are living abroad, but there is no news so far."
"I think my uncle is well-informed and has wider connections than us. Maybe he can hire some craftsmen?"
Zhao Ming glanced at her and said: "You can let people build the bookstore first, and I will ask people to find craftsmen."
Zhao Hanzhang was overjoyed and couldn't help but look at Fu Tinghan proudly, "Just tell her what she wants. Zhao Ming has a hard mouth but a soft heart, so he will definitely agree."
Fu Tinghan smiled at her.
Zhao Ming didn't give her any time to be proud, and waved her hand away, "You go, I will go to see the paper mill tomorrow, please set aside time to accompany me."
He paused and then said: "Don't publicize the papermaking issue for the time being."
Zhao Hanzhang immediately said: "I listen to my uncle. He has full control over the paper mill. We will occasionally make some technical suggestions."
Zhao Ming snorted coldly and asked them to leave.
After getting the answer he wanted, Zhao Hanzhang happily picked up Fu Tinghan and left. There were really good things going on today. It seemed like today was a good day.
On the way back, Fu Tinghan couldn't help but look at her.
Zhao Hanzhang couldn't help but turn around and look back, asking: "What's wrong?"
Fu Tinghan said: "I thought you would be reluctant to part with it. After all, the profits of the paper mill will not be low in the future."
In his opinion, whether the paper mill earns money or other income, it will definitely come from the glaze workshop.
Zhao Hanzhang rode on the horse, gently touched its neck, and said with a smile: "I never thought about cooperating with him at first. When considering the candidates for management, I decided from under my own hands. But just now, I suddenly thought of
, my original purpose was not to see how much money the paper mill could make for me, but because I lacked the use of paper."
"Paper is precious, and it has a great impact on the basic government affairs of the county government, and also affects the education in Xiping County. That's why we want to make our own paper and control costs," Zhao Hanzhang said: "If I monopolize the power of the paper mill, the production capacity is one, and
The production capacity of cooperation with Zhao Ming is ten, so why not cooperate with him?"
Zhao Hanzhang raised his lips slightly and kicked the horse's belly to make it trot. "There will be many profitable and important industries like paper mills in the future. Do I have to hold them all in my hands?"
Fu Tinghan couldn't help laughing, patted the horse's butt and caught up with her, "You're right."
The two ran back to the county town. Zhao Hanzhang immediately wrote to Ji Yuan, telling him that paper had been made in the paper mill. She also received Zhao Ming's support and was preparing to build a bookstore. She was now waiting for him to find a craftsman.
Zhao Hanzhang thought the paper mill was a collaboration between her and Zhao Ming, but she didn't expect that Zhao Ming brought Zhao Qing the next day.
Zhao Hanzhang was slightly surprised.
Zhao Qing is from the sixth house. According to his seniority, Zhao Hanzhang has to be called uncle.
Zhao Hanzhang hurriedly saluted and called, "Uncle Qing."
Zhao Mingdao: "From now on, the papermaking workshop will be handed over to Brother Qing to manage."
Zhao Qing smiled honestly at Zhao Hanzhang.
Zhao Ming showed her the drafted contract, and Zhao Hanzhang took it and read it. It stipulated that the papermaking mill would be jointly owned by Zhao Hanzhang and the Zhao family, with Zhao Hanzhang personally accounting for 60% and the Zhao family 40%. The papermaking mill would be managed by someone sent by the Zhao family.
, with technology provided by Zhao Hanzhang...
Zhao Hanzhang's eyes flashed slightly, and after thinking for a while he said: "Uncle, change my name to Tinghan's."
Zhao Ming frowned slightly and looked at her, "Are you sure?"
Zhao Hanzhang smiled and nodded: "I'm sure."
Zhao Ming thought for a while and then agreed, so he took another piece of paper and drafted the contract again.
After the contract was drawn up, Zhao Ming copied another copy, then picked up a pen to sign his name, then handed the pen to Zhao Hanzhang, "Go find Ting Han and come over to sign."
Zhao Hanzhang took the pen with a smile, took the contract and went to the study to find Fu Tinghan.
Fu Tinghan was drawing a picture of the curtain bed. He thought that he could make a huge reaction tank and a pulp tank, and place the curtain bed next to the pulp tank. This would not only improve efficiency, but also save labor for the craftsmen.
Zhao Hanzhang came over with the contract. Seeing that he had a pen in his hand, he handed the paper over and said, "Sign here."
Without thinking, Fu Tinghan signed his name at the place she pointed to. He didn't realize until he finished signing that he looked at the contract carefully and raised his head in confusion, "Put the papermaking mill in my name?"