Jia Huan and Jia Lian negotiated a business, and the rest of the things were naturally handled one by one in the afternoon.

The five small stoves newly made by Old Man Hu were sent to Sister Feng's Courtyard for trial.

Here Zhao Guoji returned home, and his wife Qian was washing and sewing in the yard. The son is still playing in the yard.

Qian Shi saw Zhao Guoji come in, his hands in the basin, and said in surprise: "Boss, why did you come back so early today?" ”

Zhao Guoji sat on the bench and said to his wife slowly: "I won't follow Brother Huan'er tomorrow." He asked me to make honeycomb coal. ”

Qian's eyes were red, making honeycomb coal was a hard job, and he lowered his head and sobbed: "You offended him? I thought he would be hard to serve. The good ones are going to beat people..."

Zhao Guoji couldn't cry or laugh, and reprimanded: "What do you know? Brother Huan has treated me badly. He wanted me to work as a steward in a honeycomb coal factory. Isn't it better than taking a handful of money every month? ”

Jia Huan told him on the way back. Jia Huan arranged for him to enter the workshop alone, and he was still a skilled worker, and his status was not bad.

Qian opened his mouth wide in surprise, secretly regretting his gaffe and slandering Jia Huan.

Zhao Guoji Muna's smile didn't know how to comfort his wife. I was just happy in my heart. I remembered what Jia Huan said on the way back: "Uncle, in the future, the days will get better and better." You have to take care of yourself. ”

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When Jia Lian returned home in the evening, Wang Xifeng and Ping'er had been waiting to ask him for a long time. In the afternoon, Jia Huan brought the small stove over. A few days ago, I was a question, and now it is even more.

Wang Xifeng was almost well today, leaning on the bed, pink and glossy, and said: "Jia Huan's mouth is very tight. Ping'er went to ask him, but he didn't say. What exactly did he talk to you about today? ”

Jia Lian washed his face under Ping'er's service, leaned back on the couch, and smiled happily: "Haha, we talked about a big business..."

Jia Lian talked about the cooperation with Jia Huan, and took out the recipe for honeycomb coal.

Wang Xifeng pondered for a while and said, "He is interesting, and he only needs 200 taels of silver." You shouldn't have given him 20 percent of the shares. He didn't give a penny. Hum. What kind of honeycomb coal is really as good as he says? ”

She didn't plan to give Jia Huan more silver. Even if he doesn't give it, what waves can Jia Huan afford? However, compared to the net profit of 700 taels of silver per year, Jia Huan asked for 200 taels at a fixed price, and she would not fight with Jia Lian for this matter.

How did Sister Feng know that Jia Lian had concealed the estimated profit of about 300 taels from the handicraft workshop!

"Isn't there a small stove to try?" Jia Lian smiled a little proudly: "Sister Feng, if I were to be like you, Brother Huan probably wouldn't talk to me today." This is my reputation in the house. ”

Sister Feng snorted in her nose and sneered: "Yes, your second master Lian has a good reputation, but my reputation is bad." I said Second Master Lian, you now have more than 700 taels of life a year, and I haven't bought jewelry for a long time. ”

That's a bit sour. Jia Lian has always been not as good at making money as her. But she only earned more than 1,000 taels of money after a year of hard work, and Jia Lian talked to Jia Huan, and instantly had a stable income of 700 taels. How could she not pantothenic acid in her heart?

Ping'er chuckled on the side and said, "You two talk about it, why bother with me." ”

Jia Lian had a stable source in his hand, looked at the more and more beautiful wife and concubine in the night, and said arrogantly: "I'll go to the shop tomorrow to buy it for you!" He also said: "Sister Feng, if you really want to change the house to honeycomb coal procurement, the old lady and Mrs. still want you to take a breath." I'm good at moving. ”

Wang Xifeng sneered: "Of course I know this. I'm afraid you haven't understood Jia Huan's intentions? He gave you 5 small stoves, so he didn't mean to lend your hand to the old ladies and ladies to use?

He also mentioned the firewood in the kitchen to you, so that you can use the kitchen as an example, so that everyone can see the benefits of honeycomb coal savings. Now there is still more than half a year before the beginning of winter. It's completely in time to operate. ”

"Yo..."Jia Lian patted his forehead, he believed Wang Xifeng's words a little. Jia Huan's performance in the restaurant today is indeed too demonic. It's very well measured.

Wang Xifeng said again: "Hmph, I don't want to tell the old lady his name, let him go cool." The old lady was still annoyed that he was fighting with Baoyu. ”

Jia Lian and Ping'er both laughed. That's a bit of a gamble.

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The next morning, Jia Lian sent his henchman Zhao'er to wait outside the second gate, and gave Jia Huan a silver ticket of 200 taels, and the delivery was completed. Jia Huan sold the formula of honeycomb coal, and his net worth increased.

Then, Zhao Guoji, who had been following Jia Huan, was replaced by Qian Huai.

A series of things in Jiafuli from firewood and coal to honeycomb coal began to be secretly operated. Jia Huan gave 10 taels of silver to Zhao Guoji to buy cinders and rent a small courtyard to do a handicraft workshop for Jia Lian to take over. His henchmen Xing'er and Zhao Guoji were busy renting venues, recruiting workers, buying raw materials, making molds, and preparing to make honeycomb coal in batches.

On April 30, there was a holiday in the study. The sky is overcast.

Under a large iron pot in the open space outside Jia Huan's house, the dark blue flames licked the bottom of the pot enthusiastically. The rice soup in the iron pot is boiling.

Jia Huan's nurse Mama Zhang squatted on the ground and worked hard to fan the tuyere of the small stove with a big pu fan.

There is no aromatic taste. Because Jia Huan is not boiling eight-treasure porridge or rice porridge. Cooking in the iron pot is the goose feathers that Ruyi asked for from the kitchen: they are all goose feathers on the left wing. Jiafuli eats several geese every day, and there is no shortage of goose feathers.

In the open space, Jia Huan, Qingwen, Ruyi and a dozen little maids who came to see the excitement stood a little farther away, watching the goose feathers rolling in the iron pot.

Jia Huan held the hourglass in his hand and told Ruyi, who was eating honey money fruit, "Ruyi, remember to brush your teeth for a while." Eating too many sweets is not good for your teeth. ”

Ruyi held the honey money box in his hand, and said with a sweet smile: "I know, third master!" ”

"Little hoof waves! The sound is so sweet. Qingwen pinched Ruyi's waist, smiled and whispered, and reached out to pick up fruit in Ruyi's box to eat.

Jia Huan shook his head amusedly, turning his head to look at the hourglass.

200 taels of silver fell into the bag for safety. The net worth increased to 225 taels of silver. In the past two days, he asked Qingwen to spend some silver in the kitchen and tasted a few private dishes in Jiafu, including: roasted pheasant, stewed elbow with ham, bad goose paws, fried quail, etc.

Melon seeds, honey money fruits, air-dried millet seeds, seasonal melons and fruits were bought and put at home. Qingwen and Ruyi, the two little girls, have a bit of a sweet tooth and prefer to eat dates. Jia Huan had to tell them to brush their teeth more. There is no place for a filling.

After talking about business, Jia Huan has also become idle recently. Today, when the study is off, he restarts his shelved plan: making quills. Writing a notebook with a brush is too strenuous. It's still easy to use with a hard pen.

"Alright." Jia Huan estimated the time and cooked for more than ten minutes. Mama Zhang stopped, scooped up the goose feathers with a dustpan, and dried them. The first step in making a quill is done: the skimming is complete. Next is hardening.

Jia Huan first asked Mama Zhang to pour out the rice soup in the iron pot, and then poured the sand that had been prepared long ago into the iron pot, covered the surface of the sand with white paper, and then continued to fan and heat.

It didn't take long for the sand to start heating up. After a while, when it came to the ignition point, the white paper spontaneously combusted. The little maids who saw the excitement all screamed "ah", and then chattered and discussed. In front of Jia Huan's yard, it was like a flock of cheerful birds, full of vitality.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, in a happy mood.

"Stop! The temperature is enough. Jia Huan and Mama Zhang lifted the big iron pot under the eaves, cooled it slightly, and then beckoned Qingwen and Ruyi to insert the degreased goose feathers into the iron pot one by one, and waited for the sand to cool naturally, and the whole hardening process was completed.

In the afternoon, Jia Huan took a nap and looked at a white magnolia proudly blooming outside the window. Jia Huan got up and sat at the desk leisurely drinking tea.

"Third master, you're up!" Qingwen came in with a box full of degreased and hardened goose feathers, wearing a pink skirt, tall and tall, with clear eyebrows, "Oh, I brought all the goose feathers." ”

Ruyi, who followed Qingwen, was wearing a pink and white shirt, with a delicate appearance and good proportions, she was a head shorter than Qingwen, holding scissors and a knife in her hands.

"Hmm. Qingwen, Ruyi, come, see how I make quills! Jia Huan said with some spirit. It is not the excitement of the successful production of the quill, but the comfort of 200 taels of silver falling into the bag.

The two little girls stood beside him curiously and watched.

Jia Huan picked up a goose feather, first cut out an inclined plane with scissors, and then drew an opening with a knife. Resembles the shape of a fountain pen nib.

Jia Huan dipped himself in ink, wrote a few strokes on the white paper at hand, and felt that it was not very appropriate, so he made a few quills and picked one to write on the paper, writing a modern poem that he preferred:

A week ago, it was budding and ready to be released, and a week later it was scattered and withered, the cycle of the magnolia was too short, and the magnolia had my spring knots on it.

Jia Huan wrote hard pen calligraphy, using simplified characters, horizontally, after writing, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, a familiar taste surged in his heart, and the beautiful shadow of middle school floated in his mind.

Qingwen stood beside Jia Huan, watched him write, and said with a chuckle: "Third master, your writing is really beautiful." Give it to me and keep it. When you become a big official in the future, I'll go outside to exchange money. ”

Jia Huan laughed and joked to Qingwen: "I didn't see that you are quite economically minded." Ha ha. However, this is not for you. It's a love poem. ”

"Ahh Rao is her always sharp teeth, her head is flexible, and she is also a little cloudy at this time.

"Giggles..."Ruyi smiled coquettishly, holding Jia Huan's desk, bending over and laughing: "Oh, I can't stand my stomach." Sister Qingwen, you are too anxious. ”

Qingwen was embarrassed to pinch Ruyi, and this Nizi replied to herself and laughed at her in the morning. She doesn't have those messy ideas, she just thinks that the third master is good and close. Ruyi must have made up his mind to be the third master's housekeeper.

Jia Huan can't appreciate the shyness and charm of an 11-year-old girl, Qingwen, a beautiful embryo, is almost the same when she is a few years older. looked at the two little girls who were playing funny, and said, "Okay, you two." Go and bring me a basin of water, and I'll wash my face. Teach you to read another day. ”

"Hmm." Qingwen and Ruyi both responded, one was embarrassed, and the other left the back room with a smile.

Jia Huan smiled slightly, and neatly wrote a few words on the white paper: A Chinese Ghost Story. This is the second book he is going to write.