Xue Tingxiang stood under the banner of fame for a long time until a villager saw him approaching.
"Why does Master Xue stand here? But what's wrong with this flag?" It's from the family, but now whether it's from the family or a foreigner, whenever he sees Xue Tingxiang, he is called Master Xue.
It seems that since he became a Juren, it is not Xue Tingxiang or Xue Gouzi.
Seriously, this person in front of him should be called Uncle.
There are too many people in the clan, and sometimes Xue Tingxiang can't tell who is who, but he still remembers it roughly, and said, "Uncle, what is your name, sir, when I ran around the village with my ass naked, didn't you see it before? ."
The middle-aged man scratched his head and said with a smile: "That's not called the master, what is it called? The patriarch said that if you are successful, you are the master, so we can't call it random."
"Tingzi dog is fine, call it whatever you like."
"Then I'll still be called Tingzi, how can I still call you that nickname, Master Juren can't be called Gouer. By the way, there's nothing wrong with this flag, right? The patriarch asked us to keep an eye on it, but the paint is peeling off somewhere. Whatever, you have to report it to him as soon as possible."
"No, there's no problem, I just have a look. Uncle, I'll go back first, turn around and talk later."
"Hey, hey." The man smiled and watched Xue Tingxiang walk away, and then said to himself: "Let me say, the patriarch is too serious, calling him Master Xue, no, it's Tingzi, and he's not so serious. ."
Xue Tingxiang walked slowly all the way to the village. Fortunately, it was half afternoon, and there were no people on the dirt road in the village. When he passed by the door of Patriarch Xue's house, he suddenly stopped and glanced at the ancestral hall of the Xue family not far away, remembering the scene of returning to his hometown to worship his ancestors one year after he became an official in that dream.
He spent a few days in the village back then, and the clansmen were so frightened of him, but he was full of disdain.
He actually hates these people. He has always blamed this place for the unhappiness of his destiny. It's not here, and he doesn't have to suffer. It's not these people, and he won't suffer all that.
So he has a decent smile on his face, but his heart is full of disgust. Therefore, when the clansmen hoped for blessing, he naturally agreed...
"Tingzi, why are you standing here, but come to your cousin, come in quickly."
It is the eldest son of the patriarch Xue, Xue Jinquan.
According to his seniority, Xue Tingxiang wanted to call him uncle.
Xue Tingxiang called Uncle Sheng and went in. Before reaching the front of the main room, Patriarch Xue walked out in person.
"Why are you here at this time? But what did the uncle told you before, have you made up your mind? In fact, don't feel guilty, the uncle has inquired about it, and the masters of other places do this. Let's give them to them. Benefits, they will naturally give us benefits, mutual benefit."
"Father, you should go into the house and talk."
"Bring my tea." Patriarch Xue ordered.
Patriarch Xue had a jar of tea, which he was reluctant to drink at ordinary times, so he only let his family make it when he had a distinguished guest at home. Now Xue Tingxiang can be regarded as a noble person, but when others come, he can't be treated like him, and Patriarch Xue can welcome him out in person.
The two entered the room and sat down, with Xue Tingxiang sitting on the right side of the upper head.
Patriarch Xue continued the previous topic: "Although you are keeping filial piety now, in the end you need money everywhere. Waiting for your filial piety to go to Beijing to take the exam, and socializing on weekdays, why don't you need money? You are too young, what a good thing to be delivered to your door. , even hesitant, we are in compliance with the law."
"Cousin, I'm not, I'm just..." Xue Tingxiang paused before saying, "I just don't think it's easy for big guys."
"It's not easy for anyone, and it's not easy for you either. It's easy for someone to help you out? But now that you're older, you're the master of the job. This matter is the idea of your cousin. The rest is up to you."
Xue Tingxiang looked at Patriarch Xue, and somehow thought of Father Xue.
He smirked and said, "Cousin, do you think this is okay? If they put in the land, we will take it too. As for paying the rent to me, that's fine. 40% is too high, so take 20%. As for the 20% I don't want it either, just take it out and set up a village school in our village, and invite two more gentlemen. If there are children in the village or nearby villages who want to study, they can study here. You don't have to pay us anything for repairs, just treat it as a blessing. Countryside."
"This—" Patriarch Xue pondered for a while.
After a long while, he sighed and said, "You are a kind-hearted child. Well, my cousin doesn't say much. You can think about it. This is a lot of money, and it will come in handy in the future."
"Cousin, I've figured it out." Xue Tingxiang smiled shyly and said, "Besides, my family is not lacking in this now, but the big guy is lacking."
"Okay, since you said so, let's do it."
After discussing the details with Patriarch Xue, Xue Tingxiang went back.
Back at the house, Zhao'er no longer sewed clothes, but leaned on the kang and rubbed her waist.
Xue Tingxiang walked over and stretched out his hand to rub her: "I told you to lie down and stop sitting for a long time if you are okay. If you don't listen, your back hurts."
Zhao'er gave him a look: "It's just a dress, how can you be so spoiled."
Since the fight entered six months, Zhao'er always had back pain.
My back hurts after sitting for a long time, and it also hurts when I lie down for a long time. Especially when I lie down, I have to get up slowly every time, as if a thorn has grown in the bone. Aunt Gao and the others all said that this was because the child was getting older and was being held down.
Zhao'er was crooked there, and asked Xue Tingxiang to rub his waist.
"What's the matter? Why don't you speak?"
"nothing."
"I see that something is wrong with you. Where did you go for a walk just now?"
Xue Tingxiang smiled: "I went to the village and went to my cousin's house."
"What did the cousin do to you? That's an old fox. Don't be sold by him, and give him some money."
"Cousin is as bad as you say?"
Zhao'er changed his posture: "It's not that it's bad or anything, maybe he's the patriarch, which is different from what we think. Anyway, I think the work of my cousin is a bit difficult to describe, and I can't say it."
Xue Tingxiang understood what she meant, nothing more than to say that Patriarch Xue was too utilitarian and might be the leader of a family. Patriarch Xue always put 'righteousness' first in his life and work. For example, between Xue Juncai and him at the beginning, for example, seeing that he has potential, he has been helping him to suppress the family. For example, the matter of Widow Xue, there was so much trouble, just to be the righteous.
Dealing with such people is generally uneasy. Since he can give up others now for the sake of profit, he can give up on you for the sake of the bigger picture in the future. Of course, it's not impossible, just keep making him have to rely on your advantages.
"Recently, in the village and several nearby villages, some villagers took the initiative to come to the door to donate their land."
Zhao'er changed his posture again: "I'm just saying why did you think of telling me about this today. Did my cousin give you some bad idea, and your conscience is disturbed?"
This is really poignant. In fact, Xue Tingxiang didn't take this matter seriously before. He was in the spotlight, and it was not natural for others to contribute. But it is not without hesitation in my heart that something will happen later.
Zhao'erban was lying there, lying comfortably on the soft pillow: "I didn't tell you before, but don't do this kind of thing, it's not easy for everyone."
"I pushed it." After speaking, he added: "This is a huge sum of money, and our family can make a lot of money every year, but I pushed it. In fact, it's not a push, it's just that they refused them. I pay the rent."
"If you refuse, you will refuse."
"I could have made some money for my family, and our family will be considered a big landlord in the future."
"Our family doesn't lack this now, and we need you to do those wicked things for the sake of some money."
Xue Tingxiang didn't know when to stop, but went behind her to wrap her arms around her, and buried her face in her neck: "In this way, I can't give birth again, I'm the man in the family, I should be I am the breadwinner."
"It turns out that you are tangled up and down, just for this? It's not the same who supports the family in our family."
"How can it be the same, it's up to me to support you." He said vaguely, his nose made her itchy, so he reached out to push him, but he couldn't.
Zhao'er laughed and said: "You have been raised by me for so many years, is it a little late to think about this now?"
Hey, really.
So he is hypocritical
It's just that the lords let a woman and Taoist family raise them, it seems that this is not the case.
In the past, Xue Tingxiang just thought that he should take the exam to honor his ancestors. When he has a name, he will have money, and he can live a life of fine clothes and jade food at home safely in the future. Now that he has achieved fame and fame, he has become a master of Juren, but he found that he still has no money, and he has to let Zhaoer support him.
Xue Tingxiang didn't speak, just buried in her neck and didn't move. Seeing him like this, Zhao'er turned around and pulled his face with difficulty, but he just wouldn't let Zhao'er see it. The two pulled back and forth for a while before Zhao'er managed to see his face.
His face was fine, but he seemed to be concerned.
Only now did Zhao'er get serious: "Why are you counting down now?"
Xue Tingyan sighed: "I used to think that if you have fame and fame, you will have money, but now it doesn't seem like that."
"You can do it. If you have money because of your conscience, you don't need that money. Besides, you're just now a recruiter, so you can't be considered a famous person. Before you get into the jinshi, you can honestly give it to me. Raised." Zhao'er patted his head and said.
Xue Tingxiang grabbed her hand: "I'm old now, don't pat me on the head."
"Just shoot." Zhao'er giggled, and went again. Xue Tingxiang grabbed her hand again, but did not put it down this time, but took a bite in his mouth.
"Hey, it hurts." Zhao'er said in a breath.
"Where does it hurt?"
He hurried to look at it, but Zhao'er didn't show him, and in the end it was unavoidable, so he smiled and said he lied to him.
Xue Tingxiang didn't say anything at that time, he turned his head and pondered.
Suddenly, I discovered that even if they were famous, even if they became high-ranking officials, these high-ranking officials had no money unless they were greedy.
It turns out that money is so important, and for the first time Xue Tingxiang has a real understanding.
For this reason, he wondered where to get the money.
After thinking about it for a few days, Xue Tingxiang brought a piece of paper to recruit him.
"This is?"
"Fangzi."
These two recipes were written by Xue Tingxiang after recalling them for a long time. In that dream, Xue Tingxiang didn't have any hobbies. He was not like a living person with few desires. He was the only one who liked to collect all kinds of recipes.
He once collected a whole box of prescriptions. If anyone asks for something, it is better to send money than to send prescriptions. After a few times, those who gave birth to seven orifices and exquisite hearts have seen it. Asking people to do things, naturally, do what you like. The better the recipe, the rarer it is, and the more Xue Shoufu likes it.
But some people have secretly observed it in private and saw Xue Shoufu collecting recipes, but he never saw him use these recipes to open a shop. There isn't even a store with someone else's name on it. Many people are very confused about what Xue Shoufu did to collect the recipes.
Only Xue Tingxiang knew that he was collecting subconsciously. Because someone once said that if she had a recipe, it would be very easy to start a business.
In that box of recipes, he often fiddles with two. One is a paper recipe and the other is a vinegar recipe. The paper recipe is because the paper made with this recipe is white and smooth, the texture is fine, the ink is not dizzy, and it exudes a faint aroma. The most important thing is that it will not be eaten by insects.
This paper is called Yunxiang Paper, and the people below know his happy book and come here with filial piety. You must know that books are the most afraid of moths. Some scholars have tried their best to prevent books from being moth-eaten, but this rue paper can solve this problem very well.
It not only has the texture not weaker than the fine rice paper, but also prevents insects from being eaten. This is the owner of a paper workshop, and it took decades to develop it. But in the event of a fatal event, in the end, he could only offer a recipe that had not yet been published, and changed his life.
As for the source of the vinegar recipe, he can't remember, the reason why he often fiddles with it is nothing more than the taste of vinegar is not right.
Xue Tingxiang recalled it for a long time, and only remembered these two complete recipes. If he knew that the recipes could be exchanged for money, he would definitely read them carefully, and then remember a few more.
"Where did you get the recipe from?"
"It looks in the book."
"Can this be made of paper? Can it be made of vinegar?" Zhao'er was always a little unconvinced.
Then Xue Tingxiang led her to do it.
Not to mention the vinegar, Xue Tingxiang in the dream once made rue paper by himself, so the general steps are understandable, it depends on the specific operation. The materials used were mulberry skin from Huguang and green sandalwood skin from Xuanzhou, which were obtained from Dongliju Boss Chen. After that, all kinds of materials are put into water for retting, and then the hard objects are removed by hammering, and the materials are slurried with lime water, and then the materials are boiled and washed.
It has to be washed three times, then boiled and washed with plant ash water for the next two times, and finally mashed into pulp, added with carambola rattan water, and the rue vanilla pulp found by Xue Tingxiang, and it can be copied. Paper-making curtains are made of bamboo filaments as thin as hair. When making, the big curtains are lifted and rolled, and finally the curtains are covered with paper. After it is formed, it is dried.
During the period, others did not understand, Xue Tingxiang had done it himself many times.
It was only then that Zhao'er discovered that he could do these things. Xue Tingxiang had explained it in the academy.
After the paper is made, it has been more than ten days.
On this day, Boss Chen also came. He had long heard that Xue Tingxiang was going to make paper at home, but he didn't take it seriously. It can be seen that the materials he wants are all understood by experts, and curiosity is inevitable. It just happened that there was nothing to do today, thinking that I heard that Zhao'er's hilltop had a good view, so I took a car to see it.
When he arrived, it happened to be when paper was made.
In order to dry the paper, Zhao'er specially moved a kang out. The paper has been baked for a day and a night, and the temperature has been specially adjusted. If the temperature of the kang is too high, the paper will be browned and curled.
Xue Tingxiang took off one with his own hands, held it in his hand and looked away, just as Boss Chen walked in, he asked him to come and look.
"Uncle Chen, what do you think of this paper?"
Boss Chen took it and put it in his hand, kneading, kneading, and even tearing a corner to see: "It's white and flexible, the surface is smooth and delicate, and it looks good on the surface. But paper, we also need to see how well it can accept ink."
Xue Tingxiang took him to test ink.