June of the eleventh year of Tianyou in Sui Dynasty.
The weather in the imperial capital was already so hot that men liked to go to the streets more. The beautiful young woman put on the most beautiful gauze skirt, showing her white neck, and showed her figure with graceful steps. The street is full of small waists and carmine eyes, so it is inevitable that the prodigal son wanders all over the street trying to catch the beautiful and delicious food.
Another reason why Chang'an City is becoming more and more lively is the most important reason. In three days, the Martial Arts Academy will start its exams.
That night after Ye Chenya injured the big dog, he disappeared, and he didn't know where he was hiding. People from the Ouchi Guard Office and the Qing Yamen searched in secret, but they couldn't find it. Chang'an City is too big for one reason, and Chen Ya's ability is another reason.
There are wound medicines from the Ouchi guards, Daquan's injury has been controlled, and Shen Qingfan needs to rest. He has already injured two people around him after only one month in the imperial capital. Fang Jie really doesn't know whether this Chang'an city should be regarded as his own. Prosperity or disaster. People close to him were seriously injured one after another, but he was also appreciated by His Majesty the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, and he might really be able to soar into the sky just by entering the Martial Arts Academy.
Even if they can't get into the Academy of Martial Arts, several bachelors are still looking forward to it.
There are only three days left before the exam, Fang Jie must calm down and prepare. Although relying on some knowledge from his previous life, he is basically quite sure about arithmetic, liberal arts, and painting, but there are also music and rites that he is basically unsure of. Unremarkable martial arts... If you want to become a blockbuster when you enter the martial arts exam, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.
After spending half a day reading behind closed doors in the shop, Fang Xie felt like his head was about to explode. A while ago, Huai Qiugong, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, specially sent someone to give him a book of "Book of Rites". He read it for several days, but the cumbersome things made him feel dizzy. After reading it for half a day and then looking back, I still don’t remember much.
Take the seemingly simple matter of seeing a ceremony as an example, the rules in it are dazzling. In the same generation, there are rules about how much to bend down, how much to fold hands, how to stand your legs, how to lower your head, and even where your eyes look. When the younger generation saluted, how much did they bend down, how much did they fold their hands, how should their legs be erected, how should their heads be lowered...the distinction was detailed and strict, which made Fang Jie's temperament more and more irritated the more he looked at it.
He simply threw the book aside, spread a piece of rice paper on the table, and carefully drew a few pictures with charcoal. After finishing the painting, he rolled up the rice paper and tucked it into his cuffs, got up, greeted Big Dog and the others and went out. Walking slowly along the bustling street, looking at the pleasing Yingying Yanyan on the street, my mood suddenly improved a lot. Those young girls and young women showing their figures in lotus steps will eventually make it more and more difficult for men to hide their hearts under their pious expressions.
Fang Jie walked into a tailor shop, found a well-known old tailor in several nearby streets, unfolded the drawing he had just drawn in front of him, and asked, "This, can you do it?"
The old tailor looked at Fang Jie's drawing, paused for a moment and asked him, "Did you draw it?"
Fang Jie nodded.
The old tailor hummed, picked it up, looked at it carefully, and said: "Although the picture you drew is very awkward, I have to say that no one would dare to wear such clothes even if they could be made. Can you Tell me, what is this dress called?"
"I call it...cheongsam."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Won't a woman look beautiful in it?"
The old tailor put down the picture and blushed a bit: "It's too much exposed..."
"Don't worry about how much it is exposed, just say whether it is beautiful or not?"
The old tailor was silent, nodded and said: "I have never thought that clothes can do this in my whole life. The Tai Sui only stipulated that the people should not wear brocade clothes, and they can't wear casual clothes. There are no other things besides that. What are too strict requirements... But your idea is still too bold, I am afraid that once you make it, you will be scolded immediately, and no courageous woman dares to wear it on the street. "
"I let my own woman wear it at home to amuse me, okay?"
Fang Jie said with a smile.
"Okay! The government has nothing to do with it!"
The old tailor put away the drawing, looked at Fang Jie and asked tentatively, "Do you want to find a promising job?"
"What?"
Fang asked.
The old tailor approached Fang Jie and said solemnly: "I still need an apprentice..."
"Stop dreaming."
Fang Jie puffed out his chest and said, "I'm going to be a student of the Martial Arts Academy!"
The old cripple was stunned, couldn't help cupping his fists and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... that... It's okay to make this dress, but you need to prepare. After all, it's very difficult to make the clothes exactly the same as your picture. It may take many revisions. Fabric is a huge expense. I have to fumble around, so it takes a lot of time... If all these pieces are made, it will cost twenty taels!"
"Five hundred taels."
Fang Jie stretched out five fingers to gesture.
The old tailor looked at Fang Jie like a fool, thinking he had heard wrong.
"Five hundred taels?"
he asks.
"Well, five hundred taels... But, you gave me five hundred li."
Fang Jie smiled and said: "Give me five hundred taels of silver, and I will take these clothes after they are made, but you can keep this picture and continue to make it yourself. I don't care how much the clothes are sold for, but if If you sell more than 200 pieces of clothes, I will take 30% for each item you sell. Of course, because you are the first person to buy pictures, I will give priority to selling pictures to you in the future... I have no shortage of fresh clothes style."
"Are you okay?"
The old tailor looked at Fang Jiewen with contempt on his face.
"I want it all."
At this time, a voice came from behind Fang Jie, full of atmosphere: "I will buy any good styles you have in the future, and I am planning to let the firm start the ready-made clothing business."
Fang Jie looked back in surprise, only to find that Wu Yidao was standing in front of the tailor's shop at some point.
"You are such a good seed, it would be too wasteful not to do business."
Wu Yiyi looked at Fang Jie with admiration.
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Sanjin Houfu.
Sitting in the gazebo by the small lotus pond, Fang Xie was lucky enough to taste the single branch Dahongpao that could be exchanged for a house. After taking a sip with a little pettiness, he asked Wu Yidao, "Is there a tael of silver for this small sip?"
Wu Yiyi smiled and said, "It's not a matter of how much silver a mouthful... Even if you have silver, you can give one hundred taels, five hundred taels, one thousand taels, ten thousand taels, if I don't like it, I can't buy it. In addition to the few catties donated to the palace every year, the remaining two or three catties of Dahongpao are with me. When I am in a good mood, as long as anyone asks Wu Yidao to take out your single branch, I will give it a try. I will not be stingy. If I am unhappy, I will not pay attention to dignitaries."
"Domineering."
Fang Jie flattered him.
Wu Yidao couldn't help being amused by these three words, pointing to the teacup and said: "Wuyishan Dahongpao refers to the tea leaves picked from the tea trees on the cliffs of Wuyishan, because the location of that place is unique and the soil is very special. , the climate is special, so the tea tree is also special, and the taste of the tea is even more special, with a faint fragrance of osmanthus. Even if the tea produced in other places can be called the best tea, it will lose its taste after being brewed for seven times at most, but Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao It can be brewed nine times and the tea still has a lingering fragrance.”
"The so-called single-branched big red robe needs to be specifically pointed out when picking a young girl with a good body and fragrance. She only wears unlined clothes and climbs up, carefully looking for the most perfect piece of tea on each tea tree and picking it off. , can not be put into the utensils, but put into the underwear pocket which is specially sewn close to the chest. Often the girl can’t pick more than ten or twenty sticks at the end of the day. Because she is very tired, the girl will sweat, and her The body is so fragrant that the sweat is fragrant."
"Originally, the tea has the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, coupled with the fragrance of a girl's body, the fragrance of Dahongpao is naturally incomparable to other teas. Moreover, the best tea leaves are selected from each tea tree and roasted by the most experienced tea leaves. The tea master roasts it himself, and the process is very complicated, so it’s no wonder it’s not expensive.”
After listening to Wu Yiyi's explanation, Fang Jie picked up the teacup and put it under his nose to smell it: "Does it really smell like a girl's body?"
Wu Yiyi said with a smile: "That's nonsense. The literati need this kind of artistic conception, so they naturally want to say that. If you say that it was picked by a bearded man with a sweaty body and his bare feet, who would drink it?"
Fang Jie burst out laughing, thinking that the richest man in Wu Da is also a wonderful person.
"I just looked at the picture you drew, and it's really... unconventional and bold."
Wu Yidao pointed to the sketches Xie had drawn with charcoal on the table and said, "However, if such clothes are made, and if all the bustards in brothels in the capital are invited over to have a look, they will definitely be willing to pay for it. Put it on. With such clothes, the girls in the building will at least add five points of enchantment and charm."
"Uh... this dress is very serious."
Fang Jie said seriously.
"I'm serious too."
Wu Yiyi looked at him and smiled and said, "This kind of clothes is too bold. Think about it for yourself, who dared to wear them in the first place? It must be those popular girls in brothels, because they dare to show off their clothes without reservation." The most beautiful side of myself. Naturally, the so-called women of a good family would not dare to dress indiscriminately. If it weren’t for the tulle skirts of those girls in Hongxiuzhuo that fascinated all the men who went to Hongxiuzhuo, how could it be possible that they would not even wear clothes for several years after that? Up to now, as long as it is spring, the streets are full of gauze skirts?"
"It's a process."
Wu Yiyi smiled and said: "The old tailor can't see that the clothes you painted are valuable, so he can only open a small tailor shop for the rest of his life. I just said that I will sell these clothes to those brothel girls. Make a small fortune. Because soon the tailor shop will learn it secretly, and within two years, it will be everywhere in Chang'an City like this gauze skirt."
"Tell me, how can I get the most out of these clothes?"
He asked Fang Jie.
Fang Jie was silent for a while and said, "First go to the government to apply for approval. The style of this dress is unique to me. No one else can make it except me, otherwise it will be theft."
"The Great Sui court didn't have this rule."
Wu Yidao thought for a while and said: "But this reminds me, I will write a copy and hand it over tomorrow. In the future, whoever thinks of such a unique idea will have it, and the imperial court must protect it, and it cannot be used by just anyone."
Fang Jie secretly felt ashamed, saying that he had forgotten that there is no law to protect patents in this world. But Wu Yidao immediately thought of the importance of this point, and his businessman's foresight has to be praised. He was the richest man in the Sui Dynasty, and his subordinates were full of talents. It was not difficult to come up with a good idea, and with the protection of the imperial court, it would indeed be of great benefit in the future.
"Go on."
Wu Yidao made a gesture of invitation.
Fang Jie pondered for a while, then leaned over and whispered something in Wu Yidao's ear. Before he finished speaking, Wu Yiyi's eyes became brighter and brighter. After Fang Jie finished his thoughts, the rich San Jinhou couldn't help but clapped his hands and said, "I said before, if you don't do business, you really ruined such a good talent... In this way, if You can’t get into the Martial Arts Academy, or you don’t adapt to the way of living in the imperial court, you can come to me, I will leave you a position as the shopkeeper of Huotong Tianxiahang, you must know that my Hutongtianxiahang is all over the Sui Dynasty, and there are no people hired by the firm. Ten thousand is eight thousand... There are only ten people who can sit in the shopkeeper's seat."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Let's talk about the annual salary first, and then talk about this matter."
Wu Yiyi couldn't help laughing.
Smiling, the eldest lady Wu Yinyu, who was watching the fish playing on the opposite side of the lotus pond, couldn't help being curious, and came over and asked, "What makes Daddy so happy, tell me."
Wu Yidao pointed to the blueprint on the table and said, "I'm discussing with Fang Jie, who should be the first to wear this dress after it's made, it will shock the entire city of Chang'an."
Wu Yinyu picked up the drawing and looked at it, then praised: "What a beautiful dress, Daddy, I want to wear it after I make it!"
Wu Yiyi's face darkened, and he smiled embarrassingly: "How can this be done..."
"Why can't this work?"
Wu Yinyu asked Fang Jie: "Tell me, should I wear it or not?"
Fang Jie looked at Wu Yidao, but did not dare to speak.
"Yu'er, don't make trouble."
"If you don't let me wear it, I will..."
Wu Yinyu hesitated for a moment and then threatened: "I'll tear up this picture."
Wu Yidao pointed to Fang Jie and said, "He can still draw."
Wu Yin stomped her feet angrily, walked to the edge of the lotus pond and said fiercely: "If you don't allow me to wear it after I make it, I will jump down and die with this blueprint!"
perish together…
Fang Jie had a black line on his forehead, thinking that this girl is really powerful.
Wu Yidao hurriedly got up to persuade him, but Wu Yinyu said don't come over, I'll jump if you come over. Fang Jie quietly said: "Is it just to scare you?"
Wu Yidao said seriously: "You're wrong, she really dared to jump. Although the pool is not deep, it's troublesome to get covered in mud, isn't it? The point is, if she catches cold, she will be in trouble if she gets sick. Let's Don't go there, she's just a child with a temper... Just make a fuss in a while."
"The way to make her never jump into the lotus pond, San Jinhou, have you never thought about it?"
Fang asked.
Wu Yiyi frowned: "Unless she changes her temper, how is that possible? If you have a way to prevent her from threatening me by jumping into the lotus pond, I will find a way to help you enter the martial arts academy."
"Then let me come."
Fang Jie got up and left the gazebo, then walked to the side of the lotus pond, turned his back on the young lady and together with Wu, untied his trousers and urinated into the lotus pond...
"shameless!"
The eldest lady Wu Yinyu cursed with a blushing face, turned around and ran away.
The corner of Wu Yiyi's mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say for a while.