Honglouchun

Early the next morning, before dawn, Jia Qiang returned to her residence in the East Wutiao Hutong of Qingta Temple.

At this time Liu Laoshi, Aunt Chun and his wife were already busy, but for them, it is better to be busy with some things, otherwise people who have been busy for most of their lives will be free at once, and the pain will follow...

Without much gossip, Jia Qiang talked about the new house: "It's not far from Caishikou, go south along Xidan Street, exit Xuanwumen, and walk a short distance. The point is, it's also safer over there. .”

Aunt Chun laughed when she heard the words: "You can pull it off, and it's not far away from the imperial city after walking halfway? Besides, there are still many common people here at the Qingta Temple, and I can attract people even if I go out for a stroll." , when we get to the root of the imperial city, I have to fart with my butt between my buttocks, otherwise I'm afraid I'll knock down a few lords!"

Liu Laoshi frowned and said: "You can!" Then he said to Jia Qiang: "Qiang'er, we don't have to move anymore. It's very good here, and there is Jinsha Gang to take care of it. There is no danger. Even if someone wants to come in and steal My son, he is also delusional. I don’t know what is the use of the fodder and ash powder in this house, and they stole it for nothing.”

Jia Qiang persuaded helplessly: "I'm worried that if the thieves come together and kidnap your thoughts, what should I do?"

Liu Laoshi smiled and said, "Tie Niu came back at night, he just left."

Jia Qiang wondered: "I heard what Li Jing said, I will find someone to train him well, why come back at night?"

Liu honestly said: "He was worried about his family and children, so he asked for leave and came back, and his master also agreed. Qiang'er, you don't have to worry about us, just rest assured. The house here is also spacious, and you don't have to worry about money. Your sister's body has also been treated with medicine, and it has achieved great results. Everything is fine, that's enough. We can't afford the princely land, so if we really want to go, it's better to be here."

Hearing this, Jia Qiang sighed softly and said, "In that case, let's talk about it later."

Back to the back house, it was as messy as the front yard.

There is a built-in wind stove in the middle, the stove is as high as the waist, and two large pots are placed at the front and back, both of which are used for cooking cloth.

There are four or five large vats on the west side of the stove, which are called dyeing vats.The cylinder walls are colorful.There is also a wooden board on each cylinder, which is called a tank board.Remove the cloth from the dye vat and put it on the vat to drain.A smooth wooden pile is buried behind the tank, and the cloth or thread after water control is set on the wooden pile, and a short wooden stick is inserted and twisted to drain the water.

There are also cloth milling stones, cloth rolling shafts, cloth drying racks, twist boards, cylinder sticks, cylinder bowls, etc.

They are all the most primitive methods of dyeing cloth among the majors Jia Qiang studied in her previous life.

Of course, in his previous life, he had never used these operations in real life. He only knew how the working people weaved and dyed in ancient times. Because of the exams, he remembered it so vividly.

Now, it takes a little practice to understand the recipe.

Fortunately, he used these things as raw materials for making barbecue secret ingredients, and people bought them.

After more than half a month of experimentation, I finally successfully tested all the ten or so cloth dyeing recipes I learned in my previous life.

Nothing else matters, the key is the control of the water temperature.

Different colors have different sensitivities to water temperature. In this era without thermometers, skills and means are required to prepare for controlling the temperature, and this is the real secret recipe.

Even if all the secrets in this house are stolen, as long as you don't know the temperature, the dyed cloth is still shit.

Standing in the courtyard complacent, Jia Qiang entered the room, calmed down and read the book for an hour and a half, then selected the blue one from the eight pieces of cloth in the east chamber, and then cut out a piece of about six or seven feet, including OK, then out the door.

……

On the west side of Zhengyang Gate, Dali Temple Middle Street.

A three-story building stands on the side of the street, and there is a plaque on the wide gate, which is written to Hang Seng Cloth.

As one of the eight largest cloth houses in Shenjing City, the semicolons of Hang Seng Hao not only opened all over Shenjing City, but also spread all over South and North Zhili.

Hang Seng stores can be seen everywhere in the world.

The Shandong Wang Family, the owner of Hang Seng, is naturally a world-renowned wealthy businessman.

And the gatehouse next to the middle street of Dali Temple is the general name of Hang Seng Cloth Bank.

Together with Tietou and Zhuzi, Jia Qiang reined in his horse in front of the gatehouse.

Looking up at the tall gatehouse, Jia Qiang breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. As the saying goes, the shop bullies customers, but I don't know if this Hang Seng has any discernment.

"Hey! Three guest officers, please come inside."

A few juniors had already stepped forward to greet Jia Qiang and the others after they fell off their horses.

Or let people go to tie the horse, or invite guests to enter.

However, while inviting people, the guide Xiaoer explained: "I don't know what the guest officer wants. This is the general number of our Hang Seng Cloth Bank. Generally, we only accept transactions of more than [-] horses. If the guest officer wants less It doesn't matter, if you go south for less than two miles, there is a semicolon on Yanshou Temple Street, even if the customer only needs three feet of narrow cloth, the humble number will satisfy the guests."

Jia Qiang glanced sideways at the young man in his twenties, saw that his face was expressionless, and nodded secretly.

Any business that can achieve this level seems to have a certain reason.

He chuckled lightly, and said: "What I want to do is big business, and I hope to meet your owner, or someone who can be the owner's shopkeeper."

The Xiaoer who led the way looked at Jia Qiang's moon-white blouse, but couldn't tell the depth, and then quietly sized her up, but also found it difficult to fathom the truth.

It just looks like it has a lot of strength...

Xiaoer smiled and said: "I don't know if the owner is here, but the shopkeeper is here. Guests are welcome!"

……

"My lord, do you have any big deals to discuss with this old man?"

The old man with white beard and hair, his old eyes were shrewd, he looked Jia Qiang over calmly, and asked with a smile.

Without further ado, Jia Qiang opened the packed package from Tietou, took out a piece of dark blue cloth, and put it on the table.

Seeing it, the old shopkeeper's eyes fell on the cloth on the table, he stepped forward to pick it up, and unfolded it gently, his face also became a little dignified.

After a long while, he looked at Jia Qiang again, with a lot of scrutiny in his eyes, and asked, "My lord, which dyeing workshop is it from?"

Jia Qiang shook her head with a smile and said, "The shopkeeper, I'm just a scholar. I just have some interest in the weaving and dyeing business, and I've tried some ancient recipes in private, so I got the color of the cloth in the shopkeeper's hand."

The old shopkeeper glanced at Jia Qiang, then looked down at the cloth in his hand, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "But I don't know where you stole the top-secret prescription from my Hang Seng cloth shop. If you confess today If you don't know why, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of my Hang Seng account!"

After finishing speaking, he clapped his palms, and in an instant, seven or eight mistresses rushed over from nearby, blocking the way.

Jia Qiang: "..."

He still thinks this feudal society of son of a bitch is too harmonious...

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Chapter 63 Relying on Heaven's Grace Again ([-]rd update, please collect)

At this time, Ye Luzi's ferocity could be seen. After Jia Qiang gave a look, Tie Tou ignored the young and strong young men who surrounded him behind, and swooped down like a wild wolf, throwing the old shopkeeper to the ground. He pulled out a chi-long stick from his sleeve, and pressed it against the old shopkeeper's throat.

Zhu Zi grabbed a table, threw it at the guy who rushed over, and shouted sharply: "If you don't want this old man, come here!!"

After all, those guys valued the old shopkeeper's life. Seeing that Tie Tou grabbed the old shopkeeper's hair with one hand and pulled him up, and broke off the stick with the other hand, revealing a broken blade that was not as blunt as a knife, they stared wide-eyed. Only dare to make noise, dare not threaten to come forward.

At this time, a middle-aged guy with a thick head stood up and said in a deep voice: "Let go of shopkeeper Chen, and don't open your eyes to see where this is! My Hang Seng account is ranked among the top eight cloth shops in the world. Do you really think we are just businessmen?" ?”

Jia Qiang sat on the chair the whole time without moving, and tapped the surfaces with her fingers at a constant speed, making a "pushing" sound.