Chapter 327

"Yes! Of course Song Xijiao quickly followed his words and said, "I believe you. If anyone dares to say that you are not innocent, I am the first one not willing to tell him."

Hu que jokingly said, "just now, someone said that..."

Song Xijiao saw that he was going to talk about Zhong Chun. She immediately interrupted him and said, "even Zhongchun, I won't cover it up, but Zhongchun just doesn't know you. I'll tell him clearly later. By the way, how did you get here? Can I help you? "

Hu que saw that she deliberately opened up the topic, and followed her heart, temporarily let Zhongchun off. It's not yet time. After a few more days, he will formally declare war on Zhongchun, snatch song Xijiao and stay with him.

"I have convinced the governor of Huizhou to let him show bamboo paper to guests at the banquet tonight, so I need you to prepare it and see what bamboo paper is displayed and how to display it well."

"Really!" Song Xijiao was so surprised that she jumped to Hu que, raised her fist and gave him a blow in the chest, "it's really you!"

She didn't see Hu que all day long. She thought he was playing around. She was also doing business!

Since it's the sheriff's banquet, maybe Lin Wan'er will attend.

Not only bamboo paper, but also umbrellas can be displayed. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?

Thinking of this, she was more anxious and said to Hu que: "you go to the bamboo paper shop and bring some of each bamboo paper. We can compare and compare them. Yes, I'm still making umbrella covers here, and I'm in a hurry. I can't leave for a moment."

"Umbrella face?"

Hu que blinked, what umbrella face?

How can it be that I haven't seen you for a long time? Song Xijiao has come up with a new thing here.

"Oh, you'll know when you've done it. Go quickly. It's a big deal. Don't delay."

If this is someone else, Hu que is not willing to move, but song Xijiao's orders, no matter how much trouble he has to obey orders. Put aside his curiosity, he took the boy straight to the bamboo paper mill.

Song Xijiao stood beside Zhong Chun and immediately urged him to make the umbrella stand after he finished painting.

Zhong Chun was helpless in her forehead a shot: "I do it now is no problem, but if you want to sell bamboo umbrellas, as soon as possible or think of other ways, I can not accompany you to do umbrella all day long."

"This is the first one. Of course, a super high-level and super powerful craftsman is needed to make a best oil paper umbrella in order to make a name in Huizhou City! As for the future, waiting for the deposit to come, you still have to worry about finding a carpenter? Don't worry. I have plenty of ways. "

After listening to her, Zhong Chuncai went into the courtyard, boiled the bamboo and wood with water, and then carefully began to make umbrella stands with axes, daggers and scrapers.

Song Xijiao held up the thick bamboo paper and carefully dried the ink on it. Then she took a close look and couldn't help but exclaim: "Zhongchun, I can't believe that your handwriting is good. You have some experience in painting! How could you be willing to be a hunter in the past with such a good talent? "

Zhong Chun said, "what's wrong with Hunter?"

"There's nothing wrong with a hunter, but you have the ability to grow watermelon, but you have to plant sesame. Isn't it a waste of your talent and learning?"

"Talent doesn't have to be used to make money." Zhong Chun splits the bamboo and wood in his hand, and his voice is steady and firm. "Moreover, writing and painting is something I have to learn, but it's not what I want. If I could choose, I would like to be a hunter all my life. "

"Writing and painting is something that many people can't learn if they want to learn, but you say you have to!" Song Xijiao shakes her head. It's really the wine and meat stink of Zhumen. There are frozen bones on the road.

However, he was able to learn to write and paint when he was a child, which was also related to the dragon blood hairpin. Maybe he once lived in a rich family! Mingming was born in a good family. In the end, he had to live in a small house and be a hunter She did not dare to imagine how many thrilling stories her mother had gone through so early that she had little contact with her father and had grown into such a thoughtful appearance at a young age.

With all kinds of worries about Zhongchun, song Xijiao carefully dried the ink on the bamboo paper, and then carefully brushed a layer of tung oil on it. After drying it in the yard, Zhongchun made almost the umbrella stand.

Although she knew that he liked to do these jobs and did well, she was still amazed when she saw the neat and tidy umbrella stand in front of her.

People in Jinzhou City like to praise her cleverness, but many of her things are misappropriated from the experience of later generations, but Zhong Chun is different. Every skill of his is obtained by talent and hard work.

In her opinion, Zhong Chuncai is the most intelligent and talented one.

"Why, what's wrong?"

Seeing that song Xijiao got the umbrella stand, Zhong Chun looked at it without saying a word. He thought something was wrong. He looked at it carefully and found no omission. He had to ask.

Song Xijiao shook her head and looked at Zhong Chun with a smile: "I'm just thinking, how can you be so powerful! It's not even hard for you. "

Zhong Chun Chuen chuckled and patted her head: "be your husband, how can you do if you are not serious."

"Well, well, let's not do business with each other. Come and help me with the umbrella."They worked together to fix the umbrella surface on the umbrella stand. At a glance, the umbrella was very strong and beautiful. However, in order to ensure the quality, song Xijiao again and again with tung oil brush several times, put in the sun exposure.

At this time, Hu que took back the bamboo paper. When he saw the oil paper umbrella in the yard, he was also surprised: "what is this?"

Song Xijiao triumphantly said: "this is called oil paper umbrella, which will be our third business besides bamboo paper and books."

"Oil paper umbrella?" Hu que picked up the umbrella and smelled it. It did smell of tung oil. But it was made of paper. Could it keep out the wind and rain?

"However, this business, we can only make the first money, will soon have to abandon."

Hu que was holding an oil paper umbrella and looked at it repeatedly. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "why?"

Song Xijiao said: "because the umbrella can be seen how to do, soon other businesses will copy it and make a lot of counterfeit products. The price of this umbrella will fall again and again, and we will not have much money to make."

Hu que suddenly realized that the umbrella was not complicated. Even he could see at a glance that it was just a common umbrella stand covered with bamboo paper and tung oil.

Even he can see that the people who do umbrella business can see it better.

They just need to go to the bamboo paper factory to buy bamboo paper and glue them with tung oil and fish glue. Even if they can't write and paint, it's not difficult to sell them at a low price.

At that time, the oil paper umbrellas will be sold all over the street, and their umbrellas will not be uncommon.

"So, you should go to find some craftsmen, find some good painters, and take advantage of the wave after Lin Wan'er's exhibition tonight, first make a batch of them, sell them at a high price and make a lot of money!"

Hu que nodded: "OK, I'll go now."

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