Although Yang has served His Majesty Li Er in the palace for many years, due to her status as sister-in-law, she has never been given a title. She cannot call herself the palace, and others cannot call her empress, but can only call her madam.
Although Yang's youth has passed, her beauty has not diminished, and her beautiful face has not faded by half, and has added a hint of slightly mature charm, just like aged wine, which lasts longer.
Hearing this, Mrs. Yang pursed her lips and smiled softly: "Why should you be so polite, Prime Minister? Who doesn't know that this famous Longjing tea is made by your son? The apartment is close to the water tower, so naturally he knows the way better than others."
It's that traitor again...
Fang Xuanling became more and more depressed, thinking that he was a dignified minister, Zuo Pushe, Liang Guogong, with all the power in the government, but when he was mentioned, he was always mentioned as "Fang Er's father" instead of mentioning Fang Jun. It was time to say, "This is Fang Jun."
"Young Master", this change in other people's attitudes was really difficult for Fang Xuanling to accept for a while.
He is happy with his son's achievements and has a successor, but also feels disappointed that his son's rise has caused others to ignore him. This feeling is really bitter and unclear for a father, and it is difficult to distinguish between sweet and sour...
Fang Xuanling could only smile bitterly and said: "Madam, you are ridiculous. I would like to ask, who in Chang'an city dares to influence me when it comes to the art of making tea? When I was at home, I really couldn't stand the trouble of washing and brewing with water temperature and heat.
More often than not, they just grab a handful of tea leaves, throw them randomly into a tea bowl, and mix them with hot water to quench their thirst."
Yang heard what he said was interesting, she smiled and said: "Then my son, don't you sigh that you waste everything and waste his good tea?"
"Madam, I'm afraid she has misjudged that traitor. How can that kid have such a delicate mind? It is always said that the way to drink tea lies in the state of mind, not in the tea leaves, nor in the spring water. If the mind is calm and peaceful, it will be withered branches and leaves.
It will be like sweet rain, but on the contrary, it will be like nectar and jade liquid, and it will also be bitter in the heart, and it will not taste at all."
His Majesty Li Er touched his palms and sighed: "I really didn't expect that Bang Chui was actually a truly elegant man. This realization alone is not something that ordinary people can understand. It can be said that everything goes smoothly, and even a simple meal can be eaten.
It’s so delicious, so full of sadness, even the delicacies from mountains and seas can’t be eaten.”
Mrs. Yang poured tea for Fang Xuanling with her own hands and said sweetly: "It's so enviable for Fang Xuanling to have a son. It will be a great comfort for the rest of his life."
Fang Xuanling respectfully borrowed the tea, then was polite and sat down next to His Majesty Li Er, but kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
Envious?
Not sure...
At the very least, the bastard's ability to not do his job is enough to give him a huge headache.
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At Lishan Farm, Fang Erlang began to neglect his duties again.
On the cutting board of the blacksmith shop, there is a pair of scissors...
Ancient people called scissors "dragon knife", also called scissors, reamers or reamers. They have a long history.
However, the shape of the scissors before the Han Dynasty was different from the scissors of later generations. There was no eye or fulcrum. The two ends of an iron bar were hammered into a knife shape and ground into a sharp edge. Then
Bend the iron bar so that the blades at both ends face each other. In this way, the scissors will open naturally when not in use; when in use, you can cut items by pressing the blade.
It was not until the Han Dynasty that the shape of scissors changed, gradually approaching the appearance of modern scissors. However, there were still some differences in general. It did not conform to the principles of mechanics. It was not very convenient to use. Moreover, the iron quality was poor and the cutting edge was not enough.
It is sharp, and it is very difficult for those weak and slender ladies in purdah to cut some heavy fabrics.
"Erlang, you want us to make scissors? How much is this gadget worth? The quality of the iron materials produced by our iron factory is getting better and better. I'm afraid we will lose money if we make scissors!" Wang Xiaoer frowned.
The old face was filled with bitterness and hatred, and he kept shaking his head.
Although I have no doubts about my Erlang's ability to turn stone into gold, there is really no future for such a little thing that every household takes seriously...
"Uncle Wang, you don't understand this!" Fang Jun felt that it was necessary to popularize modern economic concepts to the illiterate people in his family. "Don't underestimate these little things, because they are inconspicuous, but every family needs them.
, Think about it, which household can live without a pair of scissors? At least one must be available. Those wealthy families may have dozens or even dozens of scissors! Think about it again, let’s not talk about other places, just in Chang’an.
How many households are there in the city? If every household buys a pair of scissors from us, how many will we have to sell?"
Wang Xiaoer scratched his head and kicked the eldest disciple next to him: "Erlang is asking, how many families do you think there are in Chang'an City?"
The eldest disciple stammered for a long time, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he stepped back a little and asked the junior disciple next to him: "You are smarter than me, how many families do you think there are in Chang'an?"
The young apprentice also held it in for a long time, "Are there tens of thousands of households?"
Fang Jun is speechless...
"I'm just making an analogy. Who asked you for the exact figures? I will tell you, don't underestimate these little things with needles and threads. It is true that these things are cheap, but the sales volume is large and the profit is high. It is not as good as those knives and guns.
Swords and halberds make little money!”
Xi Jun, who had been squatting behind Fang Jun, interrupted: "Is this the small profits but quick turnover you often say, Mr. Hou?"
Fang Jun stretched out his thumb and gave Xi Jun some likes...
He is worthy of being a future famous general of the Tang Dynasty. His knowledge and understanding are much better than these illiterate people. That’s why we say that education is the foundation...
Wang Xiaoer, the head blacksmith, understood a little bit, but he was still a little confused: "But scissors are not difficult to make. There are so many scissors for sale all over the world. Why do people all buy our scissors?"
Fang Jun slapped his thigh: "Finally, I asked a serious question! Why did you buy our scissors? There is only one reason, our scissors are great!"
"What's so good about this?" Wang Xiaoer asked anxiously.
It seems that every time he talks to Erlang, he feels that he can't keep up with the rhythm, which makes him feel inferior...
Fang Jun picked up the pair of scissors and drew a pattern on the ground with the tip of the scissors. It looked similar to the scissors, but the shape was slightly different. Naturally, it was the style of scissors of later generations.
"You haven't seen it. These are the scissors I redesigned. Compared with this old pair of scissors, it takes less effort to cut things! And you also said that the quality of our iron materials is the best in Guanzhong, so we will use the best
The iron material used to make the best scissors naturally sells them for the highest price!"
Fang Jun was in high spirits and a little excited that he had come up with another way to make a lot of money...
However, Wang Xiaoer seems to be pouring cold water on Fang Jun today.
The old man said with a sad face: "But if the price goes up, won't the sales volume go down? After all, most people are just ordinary people. If these scissors are sold at a high price, no matter how good they are, not many people will buy them...
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"Humph, who told you that our scissors are based on quantity? Let me tell you, not everyone can afford the scissors produced in our workshop! Our main customers are the harems of wealthy families.
For a young woman in the middle, the workmanship must be exquisite and exquisite, the iron material must be high-quality and high-quality, the cutting edge must be sharp and sharp, and the price must be higher and higher. There are always three words: high-end, grand, and high-end!"
Fang Jun was proud, this was the high-end marketing of later generations. This era also had this concept, but probably no one would use such a sophisticated trick on a pair of humble scissors...
The eldest disciple next to Wang Xiaoer pointed his fingers and calculated for a long time before he said with a sigh: "Erlang, what you said is not three words, high-end, grand, high-end, these are six words..."
Xi Jun burst out laughing after buying it.
Fang Jun looked at Wang Xiaoer speechlessly, with a look of admiration on his face: "Uncle Wang, I have to express my admiration for you. It's great that you can live such a long life after taking on such a disciple and not be angry to death early."
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"Hehehe" Wang Xiaoer didn't think it was a bad idea and raised his hand to touch the eldest apprentice's head. He was in his thirties, and he smiled innocently when being touched by his master like a child.
"Our apprentice is a little short-sighted, but that's why he is sincere! In these days, it is harder to find a sincere person than to find a thousand-mile horse! Although this boy is a little stupid, he is single-minded.
In this whole blacksmith shop, except for the old man, he has the best craftsmanship!"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would actually give the same vivid ideological education lessons to every illiterate person who lived more than a thousand years ago.
This makes sense!
Or maybe it’s just such stupid people who don’t have so many tricks, and can be pure and kind to others!
Fang Jun patted his eldest apprentice on the shoulder and praised: "Well done, your old master has only a few days left to live. When he dies, you will be the head of the blacksmith shop!"
The eldest disciple scratched his head and smiled innocently.
Wang Xiaoer was so angry that he rolled his eyes and kicked his eldest disciple severely: "You coward, are you looking forward to my early death? You are a heartless bastard..."
The eldest apprentice was startled and quickly said sincerely: "How can this be possible, master? I hope you can live for a thousand years..."
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"puff"
Fang Jun and Xi Jun burst out laughing when they bought it. This is a saying passed down from their ancestors.
Wang Xiaoer himself laughed angrily and kicked him again...