Honglouchun

But as soon as he left the Zhonglin Hall, before he walked ten steps away, he heard a shout from behind...

Jia Qiang paused, and looked back helplessly. Before he could say anything, someone laughed and asked, "Why are you running?"

Jia Qiang admitted defeat and said: "Good aunt, auntie! Please forgive me, I shouldn't have written poems before, and I'll tell you the truth, I didn't write that poem, I saw it in a dream and wrote it down."

On the eve of the fight, I was forced to write those two sentences: "Mountains are blocked by stones, and the river flows eastward. The snow is crushed by frost, and the plum blossoms are still blooming towards the sun." For several days, Daiyu blocked him every morning and asked him to write again. Two sentences.

Jia Qiang wrote a hammer, but he remembered that "life is only as it was first seen", but can he write this?

But no matter what he tried to evade, Daiyu would not believe it.

Since I can write such two lines of poems, it is impossible to do nothing else.

Daiyu's beautiful eyes were angry, she refused to give up, and said: "Then you can't just remember two broken sentences in your dreams, there must be more, and you won't tell me!"

Jia Qiang couldn't laugh or cry, how much this girl loves poetry. Seeing her persistence, Jia Qiang cupped her hands and said, "I really can't remember now, can you let me think about it? Tonight, I will think of two more poems at night." Sentence."

Daiyu stared at it with bright eyes, and said doubtfully, "Really?"

Jia Qiang nodded again and again, Daiyu pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Okay, I'll look for you again tonight. If you can't give it to me, you should be more careful!"

After Jia Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, she ran away.

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

……

Front yard, side hall.

When Jia Qiang came in, he saw Zhao Bo'an and the two old storekeepers standing up to greet him, he waved his hand to signal that they don't need to be polite, and then asked, "How is Fangzi's experiment going?"

Zhao Boan has always been dull and reticent, but he never hesitated to speak in the field of weaving and dyeing, saying: "Blue, scarlet, black, official green, tea brown, goose yellow, and sky blue, these dyes have all been prepared and have reached the master's standard. The purchase of various raw materials has also been going on for half a month. Some of them are purchased locally in Yangzhou Prefecture, and some are bought in other provinces. Now they have been transported back to Yangzhou Prefecture one after another.”

As he said that, he opened the package from the table beside him, and inside were seven stacks of cloth of various colors.

After Jia Qiang took the hand, she took a closer look, nodded and said, "That's right, it's [-]% accurate."

The other two old shopkeepers looked at each other in dismay, but Zhao Boan nodded and said: "Well, I said that the color is still a little bit off, and the heat of the water is still not well controlled. I will continue to work harder."

An old shopkeeper said with a wry smile: "God, is this kind of cloth only [-]% accurate? Then those cloths on the market now have become rags?"

Before Jia Qiang said anything, Zhao Boan shook his head and said, "The recipe given by Master is completely different from the recipes for cloth dyeing on the market. At most, only the foundation of Dahong is similar. Ordinary Dahong uses safflower, Rice milk and Artemisia annua are used to make red cakes, and then boiled and dyed with ebony plums. Master’s recipe is based on this, and then processed by two processes of soil alkali and quicklime. As for other colors, bright red is used as the middle color, and red is added. Try to blend it with other colors. If the outside world doesn’t know the recipe, it’s impossible to dye this kind of cloth.”

Another old shopkeeper shook his head and said: "Even knowing the recipe is useless. Without the boss to personally adjust the boiler, without the shopkeeper Xiao Zhao to control the water temperature and heat, even the dyes can't be prepared, and weaving and dyeing are even more troublesome. It takes a month. It's a pity that I couldn't take advantage of the Chinese New Year to dye the cloth."

Jia Qiang smiled, and said: "It's not important, now that Fang Zi has been matched, it's good to teach the buddies and tricks, and let them know what to do."

Zhao Bo'an nodded and said: "Both shopkeepers Cui and Dong are old shopkeepers, and each of them has a group of assistants and leaders. One month of coaching is enough."

Jia Qiang saw that he didn't finish what he said, and seemed to have something to say, so she asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Bo'an hesitated for a while, his voice was softer, and he said: "Master, you have taught me all such precious prescriptions, and the Zhao family is still driving Dongsheng..."

Jia Qiang smiled and said, "Didn't you tell me that you helped me do things for five years?"

Zhao Bo'an shook his head and said: "This kind of prescription is worth ten thousand dollars, not to mention five years, even ten or twenty years, it is not worth this prescription."

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

Zhao Boan twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and shook his head.

Jia Qiang nodded and said with a smile: "I don't have either, so you are worth the price. Bo'an, do your job well, don't be disturbed by trivial matters, and keep deducing the formula. In the future, you will definitely become a master in the weaving and dyeing industry. You I like weaving and dyeing, and I like it too, and I never eat alone. Even if we build the entire Yangzhou Mansion into a dyeing workshop, will the cloth produced by weaving and dyeing be enough for the world?"

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

In addition, Jia Qiang was unwilling to tell him that the Zhao family in Gusu, Zhao Dongshan, the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, was a hard-core old minister of Jingchu.

Zhao Dongshan's continuation wife is also the widow 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 live on, and it may not even survive the time of the Supreme Emperor...

Once Jing Chaoyun fell, the Zhao family had no reason not to be purged.

At that time, it would be considered a miracle that the Dongsheng could escape the ransacking of the house.

Jia Qiang did not tell Zhao Boan these things, not to deceive him, it was unnecessary.

So what if I told him?

At that time, try to preserve this weaving and dyeing genius, even if Jia Qiang has made a contribution to the national weaving and dyeing industry...

Seeing that the two of them had finished speaking, shopkeeper Cui asked, "Boss, our dyeing workshop doesn't seem to be very big."

Shopkeeper Dong also hurriedly said: "There are only 24 vats and 48 large urns, even if you don't work day and night, you can't support many cloth numbers."

Jia Qiang said with a smile: "President Xue will tell you about this matter, but you should mainly be in charge of weaving and dyeing, and don't pay too much attention to the others. Most of the cloth and satin we dye are not sold to the common people. Yes, if you sell it at the high end, the price will naturally be much higher.”

Cui and Dong understood each other in seconds, and then glanced at Jia Qiang with weird eyes, and said in unison in their hearts:

My heart is so dark!

……

After the three of Zhao Boan left, Qi Yun and Xu Zhen came together again.

Qi Yun is acceptable, with a gentle gentleman's demeanor on his face.

Xu Zhen, on the other hand, couldn't even maintain the lazy temperament she had before, and her grinning mouth seemed to be unable to close.

Seeing this, Jia Qiang laughed and scolded: "I heard that the ice room makes a good living, so it's like this?"

Xu Zhen smiled and said: "It's still winter, and those salt sellers are pretending that they can't make marinade? Truck after truck is pulling ice home, and even Qi Yuan has pulled a lot back."

Qi Yun gave him a disgusted look, and said: "What do you know? Before the New Year's Day, every family has prepared fresh goods for 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 15 taels!

The salt merchants bought it just to keep it fresh...

Xu Zhen stopped talking, poverty made him autistic.

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

Not only is the business of the ice room booming, Wanxianglou is also full every day.

Even the storyteller of Guangde Society, which was in trial operation, was sold out, all the old books in Sanwei Bookstore were sold out, and the newly printed "Legend of the White Snake" was sold out before it could be pushed to the bookstore...

Jia Qiang wouldn't believe it if it was said that it was because the things were good.