In Dongcheng Guangyefang workshop shop, Jia Cong led Sun Fu and Long Aotian from the counter in front of the store to the rows of workshop rooms behind. The shop is quite large, with only two acres, and three inches. Several patios were carved out in the yard. The smell of new wood can be smelled, and it seems that it was newly built.

"What wood is used for wood printing?" Jia Cong touched the smooth layout.

"Young Master Jia is a rosewood, apple wood, stable and smooth." Chen Sanguan pointed his hands at the craftsmen outside the door with both hands. They were all corrugated hats, coarse linen clothes, and trousers legs tied with ropes: "These twenty or so are craftsmen from nearby neighbors, so I'm looking for them all for you..."

"Three hundred and sixty professions, every profession has top scholars, wooden work, and craftsmen have many rules. Once they are employed by others, they will not be allowed to hire them..."

"Oh, I understand..." Jia Cong said, "That is to say, if you have good skills, you will have employers. Then Mr. Chen invites me, isn't it something that no one wants?"

"Look at what the young master said, there are many rules, but the craftsmen in the city who have learned from generation to generation have not fallen behind. There are also apprentices who have practiced for a few years, with fifty apprentices, one or two taels of skilled workers per month. The price of Yangzhou City is quite high, with a population of 50 taels per month. Two acres of land in the east of the city are waiting to be sold, worth between 300 and 500 taels. The location and Feng Shui are all good..."

"The craftsmen have their own household registration and residence, all of whom are from the city. They hired Chief A as a guarantee, signed and sealed, and wrote in duplicate. However, the young master is a noble person. The merchant household registration is not necessary. The young master goes to the government office to fill in it. I must find a personal agent. I think Miss Caiwei is quite suitable..."

"Marblendesert paper, bamboo paper, glue, typeface... Generally speaking, the investment is a lot of 2,000 silver. Although it is a mere polite gift, please accept it with a smile..." Chen Sanguan followed Jia Cong's steps and walked on his side, not smiling but also very eye-catching.

"Well, that's fine. The agent can pick one of them. What I want is that, one is not a loss, everyone can get it. The other is to promote Shanhaimeng and my own fame. That's all, she may not be willing to..." Jia Cong asked a craftsman standing in the squad: "How much can you make a day?"

"You can print 1,800 words a day, and you can print movable type faster."

Jia Cong nodded with satisfaction: "Do work hard, I will add money if I have mastered it... Mr. Chen, I will refuse."

"Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth. The family affairs of the Censor Lin, Xian Kunzhong handles it on his behalf. If there is any mention of salt affairs letters, please ask the young master to give me some tips." Chen Sanguan bowed.

Jia Cong patted his chest and made a note: "It must be, it must."

The two talked happily, and Jia Cong arranged a craftsman who was more proficient in writing to take charge. He hung the plaque of "Shanhai Bookstore" to start working. He walked out. While returning to the Lin Mansion, he thought: "Lin Ruhai asked me to help with the cultural affairs, which is also the right thing. Jia Lian would not do this. The Lin Mansion's aides are not as reliable as relatives, but I didn't know in advance that Chen Sanguan is a good person and has a good news..."

Long Aotian smashed his mouth and said, "Two thousand taels of silver, I will give it as soon as I say it. These salt merchants are really spending money. I grow cotton in Qufu, and I will never have this price in my life."

"That's it." Sun Fu muttered, envious and jealous: "Yangzhou salt merchants, who are not rich and powerful? They spend money to buy Yangzhou skinny horses. Have you heard of the highest transaction price with the madam? Two hundred thousand taels!"

Long Aotian opened his mouth wide enough to stuff a goose egg into: "I'm so mama, one of them comes out to sell it. How could it be worth the money? It's unreasonable..."

Jia Cong said to them: "Let's know each other. In a few years, I can't give you this number. If you get married and have children, settle down and build a family, there are still thousands or tens of thousands of taels."

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"I am critically ill, I am resigned. The boat travels 300 miles a day, and there are still twists and turns in the capital. I'm waiting for the emperor to review and reply. During this period, there is still a list of several government officials (Salt Administration) crossing the river. Please trouble you brothers..." Lin Ruhai slept on a soft couch, with a quilt cover to the pillow between the couch wood behind him. The bedroom decorations are relatively exquisite, with various official kiln porcelain bottles, freehand green glaze pictures and texts.

"A family, my aunt is so kind. I often invite doctors to take soup and medicine when I am sick. There are always times when the old lady in Beijing is worried about it." Jia Lian and Jia Cong sat in the circle chair in front of me.

"I know the root of my illness. After all, Cong'er was a scholar and was young, and he was no longer trapped in the shallows and the deep mountains. Do you dare to patrol this official ship that was transported north on my behalf? Cough cough..." Lin Ruhai was so angry.

Jia Cong brought the bird's nest: "I'm just trying to see it, but I dare not obey my orders."

"Okay, I'll ask my aide to take you there." Lin Ruhai took the bowl and took a spoon and drank a few sips: "Is the sesame cakes in Wuyun Pavilion in Yangzhou delicious? Jiangbei Weiyang, Guangling, Jiangdu, how beautiful is this place than the capital?"

"The capital is majestic, the dragon vein of the country is softer, and the capital is not as good as the capital, and the customs and customs are still different. The flowers in the Shendu and the braised cooking in Tianjin are not worse than those in the Jiangnan. Some are noble and some are heartwarming." Jia Cong replied.

"You must be able to enjoy the nobleness and maintain the warmth." Lin Ruhai pondered: "Daiyu is in a bad health. I won't let her serve you anymore. Even if you die, you won't ask her to be filial. Your cousins ​​are of similar age, so please advise me."

Jia Cong hesitated and said, "I am afraid... I will damage Miss Lin's reputation."

"Relatives are not in trouble. Etiquette is for others to see. People should be able to adapt. When she is older, you can call me more kind."

The two went out to walk through the corridor in the courtyard. There was a tree of osmanthus on both sides, which was blooming very lushly. Jia Lian's unhappiness was getting more and more exciting. It seemed that he was shorter than his brother in everything he did. It was not a bad feeling. Jia Cong said: "Second brother, I bought a store before. I don't want to make any profits from printing money, salt business, and cotton. I will steadily run the bookstore and not violate the law for a long time. If the second brother does some money, he will say it to his brother..."

"Let me talk about it later, I'm not short of money at this time." Jia Lian said in a complicated face, "Actually, my second brother lives more cowardly than you. His family is not strong enough, and he can accomplish nothing outside..."

"Sister Ping is the best at being a human being..."

"Okay, don't make your family's shame public." Jia Lian patted his shoulder: "Go and see Lin Meimei. This scene is not far from Suzhou. I'll ask about the Lin family's finances. Master Su will make arrangements."

Jia Cong entered Daiyu's boudoir in the West Cluster Courtyard for the first time. Zijuan and Xueyan moved the screen to separate it. Lin Daiyu's voice came from behind the screen: "This time I went south, and even the family affairs, I thank my second brother Lian and Cong brother. Cong brother comforted the family Yan's feelings, and Pin'er felt that he was in the fifth place. Brother Cong should not be too tired at the age of time. I will drink more bird's nest and ginseng later. Jia Yan can't finish it. Maybe I am too sad and have any shortcomings. I hope that Brother Cong will let me go, but I am worried, so I can tell my sister."

Xueyan, who was summoned by the tea, was secretly funny. Zijuan pinched her and Jia Cong looked straight at Du Juan: "Sister Lin is a smart person, but she is prone to self-missip. And she is dull and has no great understanding of the world. I have two things to worry about. One is the wealth of the noble family. If the aunt is sent to the Jia Mansion in the capital, it will be of no benefit to Sister Lin. The second is Sister Lin's lifelong affairs. Brother Bao never comes true. It depends on Sister Lin's wishes and how to tell Mr. Yuan. These two things have nothing to do with me. I remind you two, Sister Lin's plan."
Chapter completed!