Yang Muxian looked at Xuanyu who was hurried away with a serious look on his face.
How could the great butler of Prince Ling's Mansion appear here?
Does Xuan Yu's appearance in such a place mean...
There was also the straight back of the man who passed by Lao Jiangtou’s door before.
Could it be that the handsome young man in Old Jiangtou’s mouth is him?
Ling Wenjing, the eldest son of Prince Ling’s Mansion!
Yang Muxian remembered that Lao Jiangtou mentioned that the handsome young man was rescued from the back mountain by them and was seriously injured.
Yang Muxian curled up his lips, what a coincidence!
It seems that he has come to the right place in Dalingzi Village!
There was also Miss Jiang who he was attracted to. Li Zheng said that there were many people coming to the Jiang family to propose marriage. All the wealthy families in Yuntang Town were attracted by Jiang Xiaohua, but the Jiang family said they would wait until Jiang Xiaohua got married before discussing marriage.
Jiang Xiaohua is only fourteen now.
One year left.
Tsk!
I didn’t expect that it would be so difficult for the son-in-law of the Yang family in Jiangling to marry a young girl from the village!
A Wu, who was following Yang Muxian, stood on tiptoes and looked at Xuan Yu's back in the distance.
When Yang Muxian turned around, he saw: "What? I want to ask."
A Wu shook his head subconsciously, then nodded again and asked, "Sir, do you know this person?"
Yang Muxian shook his head: "I don't know him! I've never seen him before!"
The answer was very straightforward!
A Wu raised his eyebrows secretly. He had been with the young master for five years, and he still understood some of the young master's temper.
That's the tone.
The young master probably knows that person, and he doesn’t like him very much!
Yang Muxian took Awu back to the yard that Li was looking for for him.
After closing the door, the first thing he said to Awu was: "Call Lengfeng!"
Awu covered up the surprise in his eyes and replied respectfully: "Sir, I'll go right away!"
Soon, Lengfeng, who was hiding in the darkness, stood in front of Yang Muchian, without saying a word, with a temper as cold as his name.
Yang Muxian sat at the desk with a solemn face, wrote a few words on the bamboo slip, sealed it and handed it to Leng Feng: "Send it to Zhao Dingshan! Remember to get his reply before you come back!"
A cold wind blew past the window.
When the secret guard Lengfeng talks to the young master, Awu always stays far away.
He is not smart.
But on the first night when he came to the young master's side, his father took his hand and warned him that the less he knew, the greater his chance of survival.
Awu always remembered this sentence.
Therefore, he never asked the young master more than once and only did his own thing well.
This is why he was so stupid and could still stay with the young master for five years.
When Ah Wu came in with tea, his young master was holding his head in one hand. As he got closer, he could see clearly that his young master was concentrating with his eyes closed, but his forehead was wrinkled.
This is……
Thinking about things.
The movements under Awu's hands were even lighter.
After putting down the things gently, the person left.
…………
Jiang Xiaohua sat on a big rock with a drawing board across her legs, holding a pencil in her hand to write and draw on it.
In the distance, there are villagers working in the fields.
The birds were chirping in the woods.
Drawn on the paper are some of the utensils used in papermaking, such as bamboo curtains, kilns, treadmills, troughs, etc.
When Jiang Xiaohua saw the bamboo curtains made by her uncle and her third uncle, she was dissatisfied. The workmanship was too poor. It was full of burrs and varied in thickness and thickness. It was definitely not good.
Bamboo curtains are the most important part of papermaking, and weaving curtains is even more delicate work. Not only are each bamboo strip equal in size, they must also be smooth. That is to say, each bamboo strip must be connected before being connected with a rope.
, must be polished strictly before they can be connected together.
After the bamboo curtain is made, it needs to be painted with earthen paint several times before it can be used.
Jiang Xiaohua has tentatively decided on three specifications.
One foot three, one foot six, one foot eight.
Jiang Xiaohua first drew a rendering of the bamboo curtain, and then wrote her own requirements next to it.
It seems that this matter still has to be left to Xuanyu to choose the right person.
As for building a kiln.
It is used to cook paper mulberry bark and mugwort.
Of course, in the later stages, green sandalwood bark and straw will be added.
The reason why the kiln was built is that one kiln can cook thousands of kilograms of paper bark and mugwort, which naturally takes less time and consumes a larger amount than manual cooking of pots one by one in clay pots.
It's a pity that it can't be used yet, but the kiln can be built first.
A large iron pot will be used inside, and I don’t know when the blacksmith shop will bake the large iron pot.
When the uncle and the third uncle came with several villagers and carried mirage ash on their shoulders, Jiang Xiaohua had already finished drawing and all the tools, drawing boards, pencils, etc. that were used were put into the space.
Jiang Xiangwen put down the mirage and asked Jiang Xiaohua: "What is the use of this thing?"
Jiang Xiaohua held a long spoon in her hand and said to her uncle and third uncle with a smile: "Draw the foundation! Mark the location first."
Jiang Xiaohua took out the drawings of the factory and asked her third uncle: "Third uncle, did you borrow Mo Dou?"
Third uncle Jiang Xiangyuan nodded and took out the ink fountain he borrowed from carpenter Su Zhiyong's house.
Jiang Xiaohua first used mirage gray to mark the outermost courtyard wall of the factory.
The square courtyard wall is very large.
After marking, the two brothers Jiang Xiangwen stood on a high place and looked down.
Tsk!
Good guy, it's almost as big as half the village.
How much money will this cost?
Jiang Xiaohua returned home when it was almost dark.
The yard of Lao Jiang's house was full of villagers.
There are many things that Jiang Xiaohua has never seen before. The uncle said in Jiang Xiaohua’s ear that those standing over there are from Liujiazhuang, and those standing over there are from Zhoujiazhuang...
Just as the third uncle was about to walk over, Jiang Xiaohua grabbed him.
Jiang Xiaohua took her uncle and third uncle around half a circle from behind the crowd before walking to a place not far behind Xuan Yu and standing there.
Jiang Xiaohua wanted to see how Xuanyu did things.
Xuanyu sat behind the dining table, holding a pen in one hand and flipping through the list below.
After saying a name, Old Jiangtou sitting aside shouted loudly.
Those who heard the name quickly squeezed out of the crowd and walked up to Xuanyu.
Xuanyu asked the man some questions in detail.
The man answered a little awkwardly.
Afterwards, Xuanyu pondered for a while, then wrote the person's name on a piece of paper, and told the person in detail what time he would arrive tomorrow, what tools he needed to bring from home, and the wages.
Okay, and finally he said that during the working period, the main family will take care of three meals a day.
Afterwards, the man left with a smile on his face.
This shows that the wages given by Xuanyu must have exceeded their expectations.
Wait until no one is left in the yard, and all of them have been dealt with.
The person sitting next to Xuan Yu and helping him has long been replaced by his third uncle Jiang Xiangyuan.
Old ginger head is getting older.
The young man couldn't stand it anymore, so he had dinner early and went to bed.
Wait until the courtyard door is closed.
Jiang Xiaohua rewarded her housekeeper with a bowl of homemade noodles.
Xuanyu ate happily.
After eating one bowl, the person came to life again. He raised his head and asked Jiang Xiaohua: "Is there any more? Add another bowl!"
Third uncle Jiang Xiangyuan immediately took the bowl and went to the stove house.