On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, there was light snow.

There is only one day left until the New Year, but the weather in Yangzhou Prefecture has never cleared up. It has been lightly snowing for three days in a row, and the weather is gloomy and cool.

At the beginning of the morning of this day, Jia Qiang came to Zhonglin Hall to do her homework. Lin Ruhai wrote a piece of hundreds of words full of crosses, and quoted scriptures from the first word and talked about it for a full hour and a half.

By the time it came out, it was already time.

Although Jia Qiang's face was pale during this explanation, her eyes were very bright.

It can be seen that he benefited a lot from today's explanation and it was an eye-opener.

The idea of ​​​​asking him to write Shiwen expanded a lot at once.

Although I really want to go back to the small study immediately and continue to consolidate, but after all, I can't put off the external matters any longer.

Without even putting down the scroll, Jia Qiang left Zhonglin Hall and headed to the guest house.

However, as soon as I left the Zhonglin Hall, and before I had even taken ten steps, I heard a shout from behind...

Jia Qiang paused and looked back helplessly. Before he could say anything, she heard the person coming laughing and saying, "Why are you running?"

Jia Qiang admitted defeat and said: "Good aunt, great aunt! Please spare me. My ex-son shouldn't have written poetry. I tell you the truth, I didn't write that poem. I wrote it down after seeing it in my dream."

The night before the fight, he was forced to write those two sentences: "Mountains block rocks, and the river will eventually flow eastward. The snow is heavy with frost, but the plum blossoms still bloom toward the sun." For several days in a row, Daiyu blocked him every morning and asked him to write again. Two sentences.

Jia Qiang wrote "Hammer". He did remember "If life is just like the first time we met", but could this be what he wrote?

But no matter how hard he tried to evade, Daiyu would never believe him.

Since you can write two lines of poetry like this, it is impossible not to have anything else.

Daiyu's beautiful eyes were angry and refused to give up, saying: "Then you can't just remember two fragments of sentences in your dream. There must be more, and you won't tell me!"

Jia Qiang couldn't laugh or cry. How much does this girl love poetry? Seeing that she persisted, Jia Qiang cupped her hands and said, "I really can't remember it at the moment. Can you let me think about it? Tonight, I will think of these two things again tonight. Come on."

Daiyu looked at it with bright eyes, doubtful and said: "Really?"

Jia Qiang nodded repeatedly, and Daiyu pursed her lips and smiled, saying: "Okay, I'll come look for you again in the evening. If you can't give it to me, just be more careful!"

Jia Qiang breathed a sigh of relief and ran away.

Seeing his embarrassed back, Daiyu's pretty face bloomed.

…

Front yard, side hall.

When Jia Qiang came in, he saw Zhao Boan and the two old shopkeepers standing up to greet him. He waved his hand to indicate that they did not need to be polite, and then asked: "How is the test of Fangzi?"

Zhao Bo'an has always been dull and taciturn, but he never hesitated to speak when it came to weaving and dyeing. He said: "Blue, bright red, black, official green, dark brown, goose yellow, and azure. These dyes have been mixed and have reached the master's standards." .The purchase of various raw materials has been going on for half a month. Some of them are purchased locally in Yangzhou Prefecture, and if they are not available, they are purchased from other provinces. Now they have been gradually shipped back to Yangzhou Prefecture."

As he said that, he opened the bundle from the table beside him. Inside were seven stacks of cloth of various colors.

After Jia Qiang took the hand, she looked at it carefully, nodded and said, "Not bad, the color is 70% accurate."

When the other two old shopkeepers heard this, they looked at each other, but Zhao Bo'an nodded and said: "Well, I just said that the color accuracy is still a bit lacking, and the heat of the water is still not well controlled. I will continue to work harder."

An old shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said, "Oh my God, is this kind of cloth only 70% accurate? Then all the cloths on the market are now rags?"

Before Jia Qiang said anything, Zhao Boan shook his head and said: "The recipe given by the master is completely different from the recipes for dyeing cloth on the market. At most, only the bright red background is similar. Ordinary bright reds are made of safflower.

Rice milk and artemisia annua are used to make red cakes, which are then boiled and dyed with black plums. The master's recipe is based on this, and is processed through two processes of soil alkali and quicklime. As for other colors, bright red is used as the middle color, and added

Try blending it with other colors. If outsiders don’t know the recipe, it’s impossible to dye such cloth.”

Another old shopkeeper shook his head and said: "It's useless even if you know the recipe. Without the boss personally debugging the boiler, without shopkeeper Xiao Zhao controlling the water temperature and heat, you can't even match the dye. Weaving and dyeing are even more troublesome. If you want to set up a dyeing workshop, at least you can still

It will take a month. It’s a pity that I couldn’t dye the cloth during the Chinese New Year.”

Jia Qiang smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Now that the prescriptions are all ready, let's teach the guys and heads so that they know what to do."

Zhao Bo'an nodded and said: "Both Shopkeeper Cui and Shopkeeper Dong are old shopkeepers. They each have a group of assistants under them. They will be the boss and coach for a month, which is enough."

Jia Qiang saw that he had not finished speaking and seemed to still have something to say, so she asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Bo'an hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "Master, you have taught me such a precious recipe, and the Zhao family still drives the Dongsheng No. 1..."

Jia Qiang smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you that you would help me for five years?"

Zhao Bo'an shook his head and said: "This kind of prescription can't be exchanged for ten thousand gold, let alone five years, even ten or twenty years, it won't be worth this prescription."

Jia Qiang laughed, patted Zhao Bo'an on the shoulder, and said: "Bo'an, have you ever seen a second person who is as obsessed with the weaving and dyeing industry as you are?"

Zhao Bo'an twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this and shook his head.

Jia Qiang nodded and said with a smile: "Me neither, so you are worth the price. Bo'an, do your work well, don't be disturbed by trivial matters, and keep deducing the formula. You will definitely become a great player in the weaving and dyeing industry in the future. You

I like weaving and dyeing, so do I, and I never eat alone. Even if we build the entire Yangzhou Prefecture into a dyeing workshop, will we be able to weave and dye enough cloth for the world to use?"

Zhao Bo'an accepted this answer tentatively, but he naturally didn't know how many recipes Jia Qiang had in mind.

In addition, Jia Qiang did not want to tell him that the Zhao family of Gusu and Zhao Dongshan, the censor of Zuodu of the Ducha Yuan, were die-hard old ministers of Jingchu.

Zhao Dongshan's second wife is also the widowed sister of Jing Chaoyun, the chief minister of the Military Aircraft Department.

I don't know if Jing Chaoyun has three years left. It all depends on how many years the Supreme Emperor can survive. He may not even be able to survive the Supreme Emperor's time...

Once Jing Chaoyun fell, there was no reason why the Zhao family should not be purged.

By then, it would be a miracle if the Dongsheng could escape the house raid.

Jia Qiang didn't tell Zhao Boan this, not to deceive him, it was unnecessary.

What can I do if I tell him?

When that time comes, we will try our best to preserve this weaving and dyeing wizard, even if Jia Qiang has contributed to the national weaving and dyeing industry...

After the two of them finished talking, shopkeeper Cui asked: "Master, our dyeing shop looks small in scale."

Shopkeeper Dong also hurriedly said: "There are only twenty-four jars and forty-eight large urns. Even if we don't work day and night, we can't support many numbers."

Jia Qiang smiled and said: "Mr. Xue will tell you about this, but you are mainly in charge of weaving and dyeing, and don't worry too much about other things. Most of the cloth and satin we dye are not sold to the people."

Yes, if you sell it to high-end stores, the price will naturally be much higher."

Cui and Dong understood instantly, and then looked at Jia Qiang with a strange look in their eyes, and suddenly said something in their hearts:

What a dark heart!

…

After Zhao Boan and the others left, Qi Jun and Xu Zhen came together again.

Qi Yun is pretty good, and his face still has the air of a gentle gentleman.

Xu Zhen couldn't even maintain his previous carefree and lazy temperament, and his grinning mouth seemed to be unable to close.

When Jia Qiang saw this, she laughed and scolded: "I heard that the ice room business is very good, so why is it like this?"

Xu Zhen said with a smile: "It's still winter. Those salt sellers are thinking about how to make salty salt? They are hauling ice home one by one. Even Qi Yuan brought a lot of them back."

Qi Yun looked at him with disgust and said, "What do you know? Before the New Year, every family prepares fresh goods to send to relatives and friends who are not in Yangzhou. How can I send them if I don't buy more ice?"

A piece of ice that is five feet square costs fifteen taels a piece!

Salt merchants bought it just to keep it fresh...

Xu Zhen stopped talking. Poverty made him autistic.

However, Jia Qiang smiled. Qi Jun's reasons may exist, but these days, salt merchants are desperately buying ice, probably because they are afraid of being implicated in the assassination incident.

Not only is Ice Room's business booming, Wanxiang Tower is also packed every day.

Even the storytellers of Guangdeshe who were in trial operation were all ordered, and all the used books in Sanwei Bookstore were sold out. The "Legend of White Snake" that had just been printed was sold out before it could even be pushed into the bookstore...

If you say it's because the stuff is good, Jia Qiang doesn't believe it.

Salt merchants dare not go to the Yanyuan Yamen to give gifts, but these extremely shrewd merchants obviously have many ways to give away money...

Jia Qiang asked curiously: "Since business is so good, what are you doing here?"

Qi Yun smiled and said: "It's the end of the new year. Although it has only been open for a few days, accounts must be paid and dividends must be paid."

Xu Zhen said: "Secondly, I want to give you money to the second master. The main thing is to ask for more saltpeter. I don't know how you packed it. I asked people to buy saltpeter outside, but I still can't make ice. But The supply you have is still a little short, the supply is insufficient. If the supply is opened up, we will distribute it this time. Forget it for now, but don’t stop during the Chinese New Year. On the Lantern Festival, a lot of ice will be used. 2. Master, can you ask your people to do more?"

Jia Qiang shook his head and said: "It's not up to me. It depends on when Jufeng Island will be completed. Besides, saltpeter can be dried and used repeatedly. Why do you need so much? Huge profits will not last long. Zhongluan, don't be blinded by greed. Eye. You will have more than one ice room to take care of in the future."

Xu Zhen's eyes lit up when he heard this, he laughed and said no more.

Qi Jun saw this and asked Jia Qiang: "Good minister, I don't know when to return to the capital? I should prepare earlier."

Jia Qiangqi asked: "Didn't you say that your third sister is not going to Beijing to be elected again? What else are the Qi family doing in Beijing?"

Qi Jun smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't say that I won't enter the palace, but... in short, things have not changed. Furthermore, Wanxiang Pavilion and Bingshi will also be opened in the capital. What's more, next year will be the emperor's 100,000th birthday. It stands to reason that an additional subject will be opened, and I am planning to go to Beijing to prepare for the exam. So, I still want to go to Beijing together."

Jia Qiang smiled when he heard this and said: "That's fine. However, when to return to the capital depends on when the Qi family can complete Jufeng Island. If you want to come to the capital early, give your craftsmen more money. Let them do it faster."

Taking advantage of the surrender of the Qi family, Lin Ruhai first used Jia Qiang as a sword to destroy the Bai family, and then used the Mei family as an arrow to capture the Shen, Zhou and Wu families in one fell swoop.

In terms of implementing the new salt policy, he did everything he needed to do.

Next, the specific implementation of the New Deal should be left to the Governor's Yamen. If it continues, even if Han Bin doesn't care about the Governor's Yamen, the people under him will inevitably have a grudge.

Such great achievements were taken by Lin Ruhai alone. What would the others eat?

Therefore, the half-year appointment between Lin Ruhai and Han Bin has basically come to an end.

As for when to return to Beijing, it really depends on Jia Qiang's layout in Yangzhou Prefecture and when it can be concluded.

The Qi family understands this after thinking about it. In fact, not only the Qi family wants Jia Qiang, but Lin Ruhai and his entourage to return to Beijing as soon as possible. The three families of the Li family, Chen family and Peng family are probably also anxiously looking forward to the early abolition of the Yanyuan Yamen and the removal of the hanging problems hanging over their heads. The steel blades on them can also let them breathe a sigh of relief.

Therefore, Jia Qiang estimates that the construction period for the completion of Jufeng Island may not require Shangyuan.

After chatting for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Jia Qiang picked up the teacup, shook it, and Xu Zhen understood and said goodbye.

Since Jia Qiang said so, then his days in Yangzhou are numbered...
Chapter completed!