The shopkeeper and Cui Qi sent Cui Xie home.
The Cui family all know that Cui Yuan and his son went to Qian'an with the young master, and they were released when they came back, and they even earned a storefront. In the past, I just listened to it and didn't realize anything, but now I see this little servant, Pong Yan, wearing a newly made long gown, a soft towel, and a decent dress. He came to the door like a guest. envious—
They spent half their lives in the Cui family, and they didn't earn a few tiles or a few pieces of soil. The father and son were not very proud at home. They have only been with the eldest young master for a few days, and they are also good people with a family and business! In the future, this little brother holding an inkstone will marry a wife and give birth to a big fat boy. In a few years, won't he become a rich family
They were jealous, and their hearts were hot as if they were carrying fire, hoping that the eldest son would be in charge of the family for a few years, and they would also be able to follow suit and earn the next family business.
The subtotal shopkeeper didn't get much attention. He also came to Cui's house with his father in his entire life, and was blasted away before he took the money. The rest of the family didn't even recognize him, and only regarded him as a general shopkeeper brought by Cui Qi. Cui Xie didn't mention his identity, only said that he was the shopkeeper of Tongzhou, who came to the house to discuss the business, and asked someone to arrange it to be sent to his bedroom, and then cleaned a guest house to keep the two people living.
Now he is the top person in this family, even if he is not as forbidden as Mrs. Xu in the past, there are servants rushing to flatter him. A few servants scrambled to clean up the yard, and also nimbly went to the kitchen for him to ask for refreshments. Cui Xie asked someone to bring the contents of the car into his room, and ordered everyone to stay outside the yard and lead the two henchmen inside. A small study.
Now is the time when the two old people are taking a nap, so there is no rush to ask for peace, and the account can be delayed. The most important thing is to let the two of them look at the coloring map of the different editions and ask them if the craftsman can understand it.
Choi Xie took out the two newly drawn pictures from the painting tube and unfolded them for the two of them to review together.
Ji Du looked at the drawing, which was divided into small pieces with very fine ink lines, each piece was assigned the color and printing sequence, and nodded again and again: "This drawing is too detailed. In fact, their craftsmen have already printed it, look. You should be able to figure out how to print it if you look at your son's painting. Even if it doesn't work at one time, ask them to carve a few more editions and color it again and again.
Cui Xie shook his head and said, "If I make less, the craftsmen will have to think more. First, it takes time, and secondly, it may not be what I want. Now that I am in Beijing, it takes five or six days to go back and forth. They didn’t ask me where to ask if they were wrong. The color printed was wrong, so I had to worry twice. It’s better that I separate the color plate and specify the color when I paint it myself, so as to save trouble in the future.”
Cui Qi said hurriedly: "I help my eldest brother to draw! When I learned to draw with those craftsmen, I drew your drawings. I dare not say anything else. You can also paint it, won't it save you a lot of work?"
Cui Xie pinched the tip of his nose and said, "I hold the inkstone very well, eldest brother will depend on you from now on."
He pinched Cui Qi's face slightly red, and said in a buzzing voice, "Big brother is drunk, I'll ask someone to make you sober soup."
He pulled that hand away, turned around and ran to the kitchen, his movements were neat, and he was much more familiar with this house than Cui Xie. Cui Xie leaned in the reclining chair and watched him go out. He shook his head and smiled and said, "This kid is running really fast, and I don't know what kind of messy medicinal soup he's cooking again."
I drank a bowl of bitter and salty medicinal soup at Xie's house just now, and the effect of hangover was not good.
Ji Du saw that his expression was still a little dull, so he persuaded: "Young master should rest for a while, then wake up and talk about anything else?"
Choi Xie waved his hand.
He still piled up a bunch of pictures that he didn't draw. Where did he get the time to sleep
Not to mention the new clothes to be made for Xie Qianhu, their "Six Talents Edition Three Kingdoms" is still waiting for the manuscript. This book can be printed with five chapters. Each chapter should be accompanied by two large pictures with two horizontal pages. When important people appear, they should also draw a full-body picture of the front or half of the side. After the painting of Wolong's filial piety is finished, I have to draw Xiao Qiao with filial piety seriously. In the next chapter, Ma Chao has to draw a big picture of Jin Ma Chao, and then there are two famous scenes of Ma Chao Xing's revenge and Cao Mengde cutting hair on his behalf...
He figured out which pictures to draw in his mind, and asked the shopkeeper Xiaoji to stay at home for a few days, and take them away when he drew them.
Ji Du was thinking about Tongzhou's business and said with a smile: "It's fine if Cui Qi stays in Beijing. The youngest is in Tongzhou, and it won't take a few hours to enter the city. After this trip, I will go back first. Get it when you're small."
"I almost forgot that you were in Tongzhou, and I thought you were as far away as you came from home."
Cui Xie also smiled, his eyes fixed on somewhere in the air, he couldn't help but want to persuade him to sleep for a while. However, what he said was not drunk at all: "Then you stay for one night, and when I go back, I will send some smart guys to Beijing to do things."
When Ji Du heard the boss's order, he immediately cheered up and didn't persuade him to go to sleep. If he wanted to persuade him, he had to listen to what he had to say. If he was really drunk, he would not be too late.
Cui Xie looked at the white wall on the side, and he seemed sluggish, but he said thoughtfully: "We have three stores in our house, and I don't think the business is doing very well. You ask someone to come into the store to see the products and actual prices of the three stores, which product sells the best. Then hire a few Hanako to count how many people come and go every hour on the street outside the store and how many people enter the store. , the peak and trough time of passenger flow…”
At first, Ji Du just listened, but later he heard all the things he had never heard of, and didn’t know what was the use. He was afraid that he would not be able to remember, so he hurriedly took off the charcoal and notebook he was carrying with him from his waist. Record. With great difficulty, Cui Xie took a break to drink tea. He quickly painted a few characters that only he could understand, took the time to write down the next few lines, raised his head and asked, "Young master, what's the use of memorizing these? I really can't see it. Understand."
This is a project to be done in the market research of modern enterprises, not to mention the shopkeepers of the DPRK, entrepreneurs during the Industrial Revolution still do not understand it.
When Cui Xie did research when he was working part-time, he looked at them and counted them. Now that the feng shui turns, and being the boss who makes others stare at the number, there is an indescribable comfort in my heart, and I smile mysteriously: "I don't understand now, I will understand when I get the data. I will teach you..."
Boss, I still have many kinds of statistics and analysis tables, such as line charts, histograms, pie charts, and bar charts, waiting to teach you how to do them. In the future, when you are transferred to Beijing, you can also write a handmade PPT with Xiao Pengyan…
Ji Du looked at Cui Xie's bright eyes, and felt a slight chill on the back of his neck, he couldn't help rubbing his neck, and cursed himself: "What are you talking about!" The owner is the supervisor of the Guozijian, and the child prodigy met by the emperor, doesn't he know more than you, the little shopkeeper! You can do whatever you want to do, and you can't understand it if you don't understand it!
He clenched the book tightly, got up and said, "The boss wants to come and there is still business to do, so I will go back to the next place and wait." Just waiting for Cui Xie to agree, he turned around and ran out of the yard, almost walking outside the door. He bumped into Cui Qi, who came back with the hangover soup, but he didn't stop, and ran away as if being chased by a dog.
Cui Qi watched his back disappear inexplicably, shook his head, and went in with the soup.
What the cook gave him was not medicinal soup, but crucian carp soup, ordered balsamic vinegar, sprinkled with chopped green onion, and it smelled fragrant. It's a pity that Cui Xie just came back from Xie's house after eating a hard meal. At this time, he couldn't taste the shark's fin soup. He just poured it on like medicine. He pressed the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and said, "The taste is okay, if you don't have it at noon. When you're full, let's go get some rice to eat. I'll draw a picture first, you're not in a hurry to come see me."
Cui Qi said: "Then I help you research ink and color?"
No... Although he planned to draw the Three Kingdoms, there was a more urgent drawing ahead of him. When drawing that kind of drawing that needed reference, he had to close the small dark room and draw it himself, otherwise he would be embarrassed.
He blushed slightly, shook his head and said, "I have to think about it, you go out first. I will probably finish the painting by night, and then I will take you to see your grandfather and grandmother, and tell them about keeping you here. "
Cui Qi didn't dare to disturb his business, so he left with the soup bowl and closed the door for him.
Cui Xie bolted the door from the inside, first spread paper and grinded ink, adjusted the glue, then sat at the table, closed his eyes and opened the hard drive. Inn".
Great, with this, he doesn't have to go through the pile of "Golden Bottle XX" in the "Ming Dynasty Porcelain" folder.
The flying fish clothes in the Xinlongmen Inn are quite restored, but the cuffs are tighter than those of the Ming Dynasty, and the waist is also close to the body. The two sides of the hem do not have the piece that is raised outwards, but spread out smoothly from the waist, which complements the thin waist and long legs, which particularly highlights the figure.
Xie Qianhu is not yet of the grade of wearing a flying fish suit, so this dress is not made of cloud shoulders, sleeves and knees. The woven gold pattern is lined with red cloth to make a trail, a snow-white collar is placed around the neck, and a wide black leather belt with leather gold is tied around the waist. The trail wears jade-colored jacquard trousers and a pair of black lambskin underneath. boots…
In fact, Bai Yesa looks good too. White clothes and black capes seem to fit better than red ones. Do you want to make more
He thought "why?" in his heart, and he had already drawn it according to Cao Changgong's white flying fish suit. He also didn't know how to draw Ming Dynasty clothing design drawings, so he drew three full-body portraits of a faceless man wearing an inner coat and a coat, front, side, and back. Because the material has its own woven gold flowers, as long as a line draft is drawn for this picture, the color does not need to be laid, and it does not take much time to draw.
He rushed to the movie all afternoon, and in the evening, he finally drew the clothes and accessories separately. He only felt headaches and eyesight, and wished he could climb into bed and sleep. But someone knocked on the door and asked him in a low voice, "Brother, do you want some dinner? You've been locked in there for an afternoon, and you don't need any refreshments. I'm worried you'll be hungry early."
Cui Xie heard that it was Cui Qi's voice, so he opened the door and pulled him in, covering his yawn and saying, "No need, I've been busy this afternoon and I don't feel hungry. Since it's not dinner time, come with me. Meet your grandparents and tell them what you want to stay in the future."
He dragged little Cui Qi and walked out precariously. In fact, Cui Qi was supporting him along the way, for fear that one of his eldest young master's feet would be too low, and he tripped himself on the ground.
Fortunately, there were no surprises along the way, and I walked to the upper room safely and greeted the second old man. Mrs. Song had not seen Pangyan for a long time, and she was a little overjoyed to see him come back. She asked with a smile, "Are you from Qian'an? How is your family doing? Didn't your father say that you have opened a shop and you can do business well? "
Cui Qi smiled and said: "Thanks to the old lady's blessing, everything is fine. My father's business was also opened by the young master to help us. Otherwise, our family's servants, who are not familiar with the place of life in Qian'an, can start the business wherever they can. It's over."
The old lady thought that what he was talking about was borrowing the light of Cui Ju as an official and Cui Xie as a student, and smiled lovingly: "That's because your father is willing to endure hardship and work hard."
Cui Xie also praised their father and son: "It's their father and son who helped me a lot. Without them earning money outside, how can I study with peace of mind, get the junior high school entrance exam, and ask the emperor to be admitted to the Imperial College? So now I'm thinking, Cui Qi When I’m young, I study at home with me, learn in our store, and then go back to take over his father’s store when he has the ability in the future.
The old lady didn't take the inkstone as an outsider. She heard that Cui Xie said that the "little three yuan" in her was also confessed by them, and she felt that the father and son had worked hard, so she smiled and said: "You can arrange it any way, assign a yard to it. Brother Xiao Qi lives here, and he will be used as a relative to walk around in the future."
Then he said to Cui Qi, "You too, you still have to invest money in your own business, why are you still making clothes for Brother Xie? The family can still afford a tailor, so I don't need yours. Alas, the material of this clothes looks good. It's great, how does our Brother Xie fit so well..."
A foster mother who was waiting beside her said jokingly: "No, as soon as the eldest brother entered the door, I thought it was the golden boy from the sky who entered our house. The clothes are well matched, the materials are good, and the tattoos all over the body are also good. ... I'm afraid I won't need ten taels of silver to make such a dress? Shopkeeper Cui is really grateful."
Cui Qi said quickly: "This is not what we did, it is a Jin..."
"It's from one of my grandson's former benefactors and friends." Cui Xie patted the back of his hand, leaned over to the old lady and said, "Master Xie once rescued me by coincidence, and later he often sent things to help me. Originally, he was in Beijing, and I was in Qian'an, so it was not convenient to meet him. Today, I brought some gifts to see him, but I didn't want to accept a few more clothes from him."
When the old lady heard the word "rescue", she didn't care about asking about clothes, and hurriedly asked him where he was in danger. Cui Xie did not dare to tell him that he had been kidnapped with a knife, so he said, "I got sick when I went to my hometown. Brother Meng Xie hired a doctor for me, so I can return home safely."
As soon as he mentioned his return to his hometown, the old lady knew where his illness came from, and couldn't help but sighed, "Your father..."
Cui Xie held her hand and said, "My grandson is already well, so let's not talk about the past. But brother Xie has saved me several times, and I have a gift today, and I plan to ask someone to do it for him. A few sets of clothes as a gift in return."
The old lady said sensibly: "It's natural. You don't have to be stingy with your money, you don't have to be stingy with your money. We don't have enough money at home, and I always have some private money in my hand."
Cui Xie said with a smile: "How can I ask my grandmother to pay back the favor for me, I must pay it back in person to see my sincerity. We still have enough money for a month or two at home, but I'm afraid it won't be enough to invest in the store any more. The shop that asked for money, grandson had to close it first, exchange some live silver and make something else."
The old lady had a headache when she heard the shop and Yinzi, rubbed her temples and said, "Don't tell me this, my old lady doesn't understand your economic affairs. You are the eldest son and grandson, and this shop will be yours from now on, which shop is yours? If you can't open it, make up your own mind, don't ask anyone else."
Cui Xie sat on his feet, leaned on her side and sighed: "I'm just afraid that my father will come back and see that I have lost my ancestral property, and I'm not happy. Moreover, my father is a Qingliu official, but Brother Xie is a thousand households of Jinyiwei. Brother Xie told him to know about it, and he blamed me for hurting our family's dignity..."
He frowned slightly, his eyes were slightly red from the drawing, and it seemed that he had been greatly wronged. The old lady felt distressed and didn't know what to do, she put her arms around his neck and said, "What kind of ancestry! It's not a shop that your grandfather earned before entering the capital. Your grandfather can sell it if you want to sell it! Besides, what happened to Jinyiwei, that Jinyiwei? When Qianhu entered our house to announce the decree, it was not only majestic and decent, but also announced the emperor's imperial decree!"
The old lady selectively forgot how Jin Yiwei kidnapped her ex-daughter-in-law and paralyzed her second grandson, so she curled her lips and said, "Jin Yiwei is not also an official used by the emperor, but also an official used by the emperor, I think It doesn't have anything to do with those Qingliu. He saved you again. If you ignore people for the sake of fame, then what kind of people are our Cui family? "