Chapter 38

The big hand of the melon skin hat Maoying “slapped” on the counter, shaking the counter three times.

“I’ll tell you, shopkeeper, if you want to collect this paper, you can only throw it in your hands, and put it in the warehouse to mold and rot! I don’t need to kill me!”

The shopkeeper shrank his head from his bulging eyes.

Originally, I was somewhat excited about the new product, but seeing this vicious voice, I felt a little embarrassed.

He also secretly measured, if the straw paper is really so easy to sell, it will not be too late to buy later.

In the blink of an eye, he changed his mind several times, and the shopkeeper shrugged his shoulders at Lin Zhao and the others, smiled helplessly, and made a gesture of please.

Lin Zhao looked on coldly, and had already seen through the thoughts between his brows. Without any further debate, Huitong and Buse directly asked Huitong and Buse to pick up the two boxes of toilet paper.

Gua Pi Mao snorted triumphantly when he saw this, and it was the most comfortable thing for him to be unhappy with the monk.

He proudly stretched his hand into the cage to scratch the red-haired parrot’s sharp beak, forgetting that his flat-haired animal sometimes has a bad temper, and the thick and sharp beak directly pecked a blood on his rough fingertips Hole.

“Oh! You **** bastard!” Mao Ying opened the cage door angrily, vowing to give this stubborn parrot a good lesson.

The parrot also learned to retort at him, “Brute! Beast!”.

He also fluttered his wings violently to avoid the attacking hand, and his claws grabbed the back of Mao Ying’s hand violently a few times in the chaos, and within a few strokes, his hand was covered with bloodstains.

Lin Zhao and the others stepped out the door and saw the red-haired parrot flying overhead.

Angrily, Mao Ying chased after the street and fell behind, “Come back! Come back!”

“Da da da—” A carriage passed by him and stopped on the side of the street.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar face of Lin Zhao jumped down from the top. It’s Miss Qi.

As soon as Miss Qi turned around, she saw three people standing at the door of the store, who were incompatible with the simple street scene. The gleaming white monk’s robe is in the middle, and on the left and right are two faces, smiling and fierce.

“Abbot, I haven’t seen you for a long time!” She walked over with a smile, her actions were graceful, and the smooth sailing in the business field made the gloom between her brows disappear.

“You are becoming more and more like a big boss.” Lin Zhao joked.

Miss Seven’s cheeks instantly rose to Yunxia’s, “Isn’t this cooperating with you, I have the confidence in my heart.”

“By the way! Are you coming to the county seat?” She looked at the two boxes.

“I made some toilet paper, and I want to find a store to sell it.”

Seventh Miss stepped forward to open the box, took out a stack of straw paper and examined it carefully, smiling sweetly.

“Why do you come here in person? If you have anything to ask someone to tell me, can’t you trust my business skills? As long as it comes from your hands, I will take care of everything!”

Unlike the introvertedness she used to be in the inner house, the tempering in the business field made Miss Qi speak more and more boldly and freely.

“It’s the poor monk who has lost his way. If you are busy, come here and take these two boxes away.”

“That’s it!” He answered simply and neatly.

Seventh Miss was like a gust of wind. She had just returned to Xu County, and left with two boxes of straw paper, with the determination to kill the straw paper distribution channel.

Half a month later, she asked someone to bring back a message asking for a thousand catties of straw paper, and three silver notes of one thousand taels.

The order was really big, and Lin Zhao felt that the manpower in the temple was simply too busy, so he planned to outsource it.

In fact, the idea of ​​outsourcing started when he saw the straw paper recipe. The repair of the temple mostly benefits the surrounding villagers. He has always wanted to start an industry that can bring income to the villagers.

It’s just that after investigation, I didn’t find any economic crops with a particularly wide range of uses. Except that there are a lot of trees of all kinds.

If Xu County can become a straw paper industry base and provide straw paper supply to people all over the country, then the living standards of the villagers here can also be raised to a higher level.

People at this time rely on bamboo chips after going to the toilet. The richer bamboo chips use jade ones, or they simply ask the servants to prepare hot water, wash them, and then dry them with handkerchiefs.

Because it is particularly troublesome, these fastidious people will try to avoid eating less outside, or go out after going to the toilet at home.

When Lin Zhao knew about it, he still thought, can’t he wipe it with paper? Of course not.

There is only rice paper used for writing, and people here respect and cherish paper very much. All ink-inked paper must be preserved or burned in a word-saving furnace.

Therefore, although straw paper is yellow and rough, it is already a very good substitute for toilet paper.

Lin Zhao chose Luoshui Village as the first choice for outsourcing workshops for straw paper processing.

This is the lower reaches of the river, and straw paper processing will not pollute the water source, and Luoshui Village is the poorest among several villages.

The strong laborers in the village often go to the wharf outside to do coolies and earn some money. The women in the family not only have to take care of the big and small things at home, but also work in the fields.

When Lin Zhao approached the village head and told him about it, the village head looked in disbelief.

What kind of straw paper processing workshop will they build in Luoshui Village? Want to recruit people in the village and pay three hundred cash per month? There is such a good thing?

“Is there any request?”

“I need an open space near the river, where it is convenient to fetch water, and I need to build several large stoves. I will ask people from the temple to teach me.”

Youtong has a clever mind, and he can almost read it and get started again. Master Changmei is also good at crafting. With the two of them taking the lead, the papyrus paper processing workshop will be completed and put into operation soon.

He took the village head to the temple to let him see the production process, and gave him the order contract sent back by Miss Seven.

When it is confirmed that the villagers agree, Li Zheng will be invited to sign a deed to testify.

The village head found that this matter could work, so he beat gongs and drums to call on the villagers to announce this matter.

“Is there no limit to men, women and children?” Someone from the crowd below asked.

“No limit! Of course, those under the age of ten and those over the age of fifty are not allowed to come. Little babies and old people with weak hands can just rest at home. If they don’t have to come, they will cause trouble for others! This is It’s about the serious business of our village, so don’t mess around!”

The villagers burst into laughter, and they all laughed and said that they didn’t dare to do such a stupid thing because they had no problem in their minds.

In this way, everyone registered their names. After confirming the number of people, the village chief immediately went to Lin Zhao and Li Zheng to sign the contract.

After leaving all the straw paper processing workshop to Master Yatung Tung and Master Changmei, Lin Zhao tried to restore one by himself according to the design drawings.

He is very curious about the “wooden warehouse” in this cold weapon.

However, his hands-on ability was really poor, and he didn’t get any results after tossing for a long time.

While staring in a daze of frustration at a pile of wood chips, the window was knocked loudly and loudly.

I opened the window and saw that there was a box. Lin Zhao took it in and put it on the table to open it.

It was actually what he was thinking of! Lin Zhao was ecstatic, and held it for a long while to read, only to find that there was still a confidential letter in the box.

“Love, I…”

There was a lot of nasty words in front, Lin Zhao skipped it and came to the end,

“The first batch of guns have been made, and I’m sending one to Ai Qing for self-defense.”

So for several days Lin Zhao happily ran to the dense forest to play.

“Hey, puff!” Shooting into the tree trunk, the range of 300 steps can submerge the tree trunk for more than half an inch, and the lethality is not bad.

After playing for a few days, Lin Zhao was so addicted that he finally remembered to go to Luoshui Village to care about the progress of the straw paper production base.

I saw several sheds set up on the vast open space not far from the river, and there were two large slurry ponds under the sheds. There are five large stoves, and on top of each big stove are two large pots, in which something is boiling and white steam is rising.

Under the oilcloth shed on the other side is a dense bamboo pole rack, and sheets of wide and long yellow paper are hanging on it.

And at the place closest to the river bank, a dozen muscular villagers were repeatedly beating the bark of the tree.

I heard that straw paper has become popular in the county. The storekeeper of the grocery store found that the straw paper in Luoshui Village could not be sold in large quantities, so they sold it directly at the gate of the village.

Toilet paper is different from other things. It can be stored for a long time. Many people buy it directly for a whole year, and even ask neighbors and relatives to buy it together for the discount of large quantity and cheap price.

It was only at this moment that he regretted not falling, he slapped his thigh with regret, and hated himself for not being lucky enough to make a fortune. When his wife found out, she twisted his ears and cursed.

Coincidentally.

As soon as a family in the east of the county entered the small courtyard, Mao Ying was having diarrhea in the toilet because he ate cold dishes yesterday.

After squatting until his legs were limp and trembling, he reached out to touch the bamboo chips, but he touched something as tactile as paper.

He looked up and found a neat stack of papers. He was about to scold the prodigal girls for where they put the bamboo chips, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

A flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and Mao Ying, who was pale and frowning, remembered where he had seen this yellow and rough paper before.

where is it

The memory came back from the red-haired parrot that flew away after causing him pain, and then started to play backwards.

After a while, his pale complexion turned black.

“It doesn’t matter if you kill him!”

The loud oath he made was still in his ears, and he still felt pain in his face as he squatted in the latrine surrounded only by flies and stench, as if he had been slapped countless times.

The outstretched hand is like the dignity of throwing it out, but if you don’t throw it out, you may fall directly into the cesspit because you can’t squat.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with flimsy feet came out from behind a wall in a shabby hut on the far left of the courtyard. His face was very ugly, as if someone forced him to eat something he shouldn’t eat.

He walked into the hall and said to his wife who was dealing with needlework: “Don’t buy that toilet paper in the future! It’s all made and sold by the stinky monk!”

The wife was shocked, “But those are all bought from Luoshui Village, what does it have to do with the monk?” And she and her neighbors jointly bought them for a whole year, isn’t it a waste to stop using them?

“If I say no to buy, then no to buy! You can’t **** without papyrus!”

Once his angry and rude words came out, it was difficult for his wife to say anything else.

She sighed in her heart, her husband hated the monk so much because his father-in-law had believed in the longevity store run by the monk and almost lost all his family property, and changed from a wealthy family to a beggar who almost lived on the street overnight.

It’s not good to hurt the relationship with her husband for a small matter, so the wife had to agree.

I only used the toilet paper once, but I didn’t want to use the bamboo chip again, so I had to use it secretly, so that every time I went to the toilet, I felt like a thief.

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