Pangzi blushed and said with some embarrassment: "Aning, I know that we still owe your family money now. Don't worry, we will pay it back. Even if I throw adobe to you in the workshop for the rest of my life, it will be no problem."
Jiang Ning chuckled, "There's no need for you to spend your whole life breaking adobe! When the men in the village go out to repair the house with my father next year, we will get wages every month, and we can pay off these debts in one or two years. What I am hesitating about is not The matter of money is that the supply of adobe tiles and floor tiles in the workshop is now in short supply. The county magistrate must provide it first, and my father-in-law’s side cannot be short of supply. If you all go to repair the house, these things will not even be enough for them. Why? Will I build a house for you?"
Mrs. Liu was stunned for a moment, then patted her thighs for a while, gritted her teeth and said: "Throw the adobe first! You can save as much as you can! Grandma Asang and her grandson built a room together, and they helped before leaving. It doesn't matter what. We can get another bedroom, living room, and kitchen. Uncle Ah Shui and his two granddaughters can’t squeeze into one room, so we have to get another bedroom for them. Let’s go to the families who are most anxious first. No objection!”
Of course no one will have any objections at this time. After all, everyone owes money and has no confidence to speak.
Jiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. While everyone was working in the workshop, she went into the mountains a few more times to collect all the mushrooms that had emerged during this period. It would take a few days to dry the mushrooms. During these few days, she Made a batch of paper.
When Pan Xiuniang's goods arrived again, she took a smooth sailing boat to Songxi Town.
The bursting of the Wei River's embankments did not have much impact on Songxi Town, and there is still a thriving scene everywhere.
Shopkeeper Hua’s eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Ning, especially when she saw that she had brought seven or eight bags of mushrooms. The corner of her mouth never dropped, and she was very happy to give money.
Jiang Ning got a sum of money, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little. Seeing that the shopkeeper was about to leave, she hurriedly shouted: "Shopkeeper, I just got some paper recently. Would you like to help me take a look and estimate it?" price."
When the flower shopkeeper heard that it was paper, he was immediately interested. He even went to the backyard to clean his hands before coming over.
When Jiang Ning spread out the roll of paper and placed the "calligraphy treasure" he was experimenting with in front of Shopkeeper Hua, Shopkeeper Hua's face changed, "What a waste of nature, what a waste of nature! What did you write on it?"
“What a word!” Jiang Ning said as a matter of course.
It was probably the first time that Shopkeeper Hua had seen such a thick-skinned person. He couldn't come to his senses for a long time. When he reacted, he carefully put away the roll of paper and said, "Ms. Jiang, this is the best rice paper! Although I can’t tell where it comes from, but it’s considered high-quality for its effect. How much did you pay for it?”
Jiang Ning said nothing.
Shopkeeper Hua thought there was some unspeakable secret here, and immediately said: "I have asked merchants from the south of the Yangtze River before. If it is high-quality Qingzhou rice paper, it can be sold for one tael of silver per roll, and an ordinary roll will cost five hundred." Wen, the papers you brought cost 500 wen anyway.”
After all, he was not a serious scholar, so he felt a little guilty when he said this.
Jiang Ning hurriedly put away the paper carefully, went to the kitchen to tell Yang Datou about the family situation, and then hurriedly went to Mapo.
Mapo was already close to the mouth of the sea, and the Wei River burst its banks and couldn't reach here. This time Jiang Ning came here and clearly noticed that the outside of the college was even more lively than the last time.
The concierge was deeply impressed by her. Before Jiang Ning could say anything, he took the initiative to greet her and let her go to the school by herself.
Yang Santie and Yang Sizhuang came back from class and asked anxiously as soon as they entered the door: "Aniang, sir, the Wei River burst its embankment and several villages in Ping'an County were flooded. Is our village okay?"
Jiang Ningyan explained the matter briefly and comprehensively, and took out the roll of paper from the backpack, "I'll give you a task. Show these papers to your husband and ask about the price. This is very important to my mother-in-law."
Although the two children were puzzled, they still obeyed and obeyed.
Yang Santie is now the boss of Class B. As soon as he opened his mouth, all his classmates gathered around and everyone talked about their opinions. Yang Sizhuang was in charge of memorizing.
After showing it to their classmates, the two of them went to find three other gentlemen without stopping.
Mr. Ming was reading a book, but when he heard two children asking about paper, he took his eyes away from the book and said slowly: "What paper? Bring it over and show me." Paper presented.
Mr. Ming was surprised after just one glance: "It's not rice paper made in Qingzhou."
Lin Xiucai asked curiously: "Sir, can you tell where it is produced?"
Mr. Ming looked at it carefully for a long time, touched it, and finally took out his own inkstone and began to draw.
With only a few strokes, he actually sketched out several ink bamboo branches on the paper. The light ink has clear layers, the heavy ink has bright colors, and the layers of ink are accumulated deeply.
Lin Xiucai was so amazed that Yang Santie and his brothers were so shocked that they could put an egg in their mouths.
Mr. Ming nodded with satisfaction, with hidden joy in his eyes. He looked at the Yang Santie brothers with a gentle expression, "Where did this paper come from?"
Yang Sizhuang was the first to come to his senses and quickly replied respectfully: "Mr. Hui, my mother-in-law brought you here."
“Can I ask your mother-in-law if I can cut off my love?”
Mr. Ming obviously liked this paper very much. Even Lin Xiucai was so itchy after seeing the effect of the painting that he asked: "Do you know how much this roll of paper costs?"
They both shook their heads.
Lin Xiucai said: "Sir, may I ask?"
"No, no, no." Old Mr. Ming waved his hands repeatedly, "If you ask, people don't dare to ask us for money for the sake of their children. In my opinion, this paper is not inferior to Qingzhou rice paper. A roll of high-quality Qingzhou rice paper costs one tael. , Lao Mo, follow the two children and ask."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Mo, who was waiting outside, immediately responded.
The Yang Santie brothers brought Lao Mo back to the school in a daze.
After Lao Mo explained the purpose of his visit, he pleaded very earnestly: "Mrs. Yang, my master only likes books, the four treasures of the study, and wine in his life! Especially the four treasures of the study, he comes into contact with them almost every day. It is rare to encounter such favorite paper. Can I give up my love?"
Jiang Ning didn't expect that the other party would actually ask for it. After calming down, he pretended to be reserved and nodded, "If you like it, I can give it to you."
"No way, no way! The husband is afraid of this, so he asked me to make this trip. You decide the price. My husband means that if you can buy this kind of paper, can you send three rolls a month?" Mr. Ming's thoughts Lao Mo could guess it without asking.
Jiang Ning was very helpless, "Since Mr. Ming likes it, I will send him three volumes every month. You can give it as much as you like."
Old Mo anxiously took out a tael of silver from his arms and said, "The master said that the fine Qingzhou rice paper costs one tael of silver. Please see if it is enough. If it is not enough, let us know."
“That’s enough, that’s enough!” Jiang Ning’s face was only uneasy and polite, with no other emotions visible.
After the matter was settled, Jiang Ning personally sent Lao Mo out.
When she returned to the school again, she directly met the inquiring eyes of her two sons.