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"Dalang, you said."

"Please go to Dingzhou."

"Dalang, what did I do in Dingzhou?"

It was precisely for the purpose of carving silk in Dingzhou that this idea came to the Song Dynasty and he had arisen when he was in the Song Dynasty. There were various situations at that time, and the characters were not well-established, let alone paintings. Therefore, it was not mentioned.

Now with his reputation, he wants to ask for some good calligraphy and paintings, which he can definitely find. But he refuses to give other people words and is not embarrassed to ask for others. Also, he asks for calligraphy and paintings not just for collection, but carves them into silk and sells them as goods. I wonder what these people will think.

But my own is OK.

Once in the capital, the characters made a leap forward again. At least my tricky appetite could be seen slightly. Painting is still not good, but after observing the three of you who painted them personally, it was a little inspiring and made some progress.

Because time is tight, I dare not drill too deeply. The simplest example is the most common man who will soon appear, named Yi Yuanji, who has been painting apes well. In order to draw monkeys, for decades, he has been hiking among mountains, rivers, trees, living with deer, sleeping with apes, and even living in Changsha, opening a garden and digging a pond, and using rocks, bamboos, plums, chrysanthemums and reeds to tame many water birds and mountain beasts, putting them in their gardens, and then observing their movements and resting conditions. When Yan Wengui talked to him, he also said, painting more, thinking more, and reading more.

Where can Zheng Lang take out this precious time?

But after observing it, drawing on the various masters of later generations, the painting skills began to improve.

I don’t want to be a peerless product, it’s enough to sell it in my own shop.

After all, it was the reason why he was so elegant and slutty in his heart. It was nothing more than that. Is it really important for the Zheng family shop now? There was serious unfairness in doing business in this era. As Zheng Lang's fame increased, the more resources the Zheng family shop allocated in the group business, and the business became better as a result.

At the end of last year, the net income was approaching 4,000 yuan. By this year, the business was better than last year. It was incomparable to those big merchants who made money in the capital every day. But it was enough to allow more than a dozen members of the Zheng family to live a prosperous life.

But Zheng Lang still misses Kesi.

If he wanted to carve silk, he could teach some small techniques, such as there were still very few calligraphy and paintings now, and there were also the coordination of each other in line to improve efficiency, and some advanced skills of carving silk later. But this is what Zheng Lang could teach. When it comes to details, his eyes would be vast. So if he wanted to carve silk, he had to ask a skilled weaver to come over.

This can only be found in Dingzhou, which has the most developed silk engraving technology. [% high-speed text first launch site]

There are many troubles, such as how much salary is paid? Most weavers are female relatives. They have husbands and children at home. They will definitely not want to come to Zhengzhou. So they have to use money to buy some land so that the weavers' family can live a settled life. Only then are they willing to come.

However, Zheng Lang is famous all over the world at this time, and the people of Dingzhou will also be informed, which will reduce the difficulty of Song Bo's trip.

Uncle Song didn't think so deeply. After listening, he said, "I will definitely do the work for Dalang."

There was no hot money when there was too much money, and even the ministers in the court were no exception. Zheng's father invited Liang Jian Liu Donglian to Zhengzhou and immediately increased his business. Besides, he had heard of the little master. When he grew up, he began to think about his home. So he immediately set off.

...

There are still some days left to release the results, so Zheng Lang can read with peace of mind.

During dinner a few days later, the aunt said, "Langer, the results are about to be released."

"Yeah." Zheng Lang replied lightly. He was a little worried before entering the examination room. After all, this thing was passed down in later generations. He didn't expect that so many strange things would happen in the examination room. But after the exam, he also knew it. If you don't talk about Jie Yuan, there will be at least the top ten.

But the few empresses were feeling a little up and down, what if...

The aunt said again: "I want to say one thing. If you are in high school, you will be exempted from the rent for the tenant this year."

The son grew up and was about the same height as himself. He had to ask some questions. Therefore, Zheng Lang respected the aunt very much, knew how to advance and retreat, and could see many virtues of typical Chinese rural women in her.

"Okay," Zheng Lang replied. Anyway, the family doesn't care about this little money, so just avoid it, just treat it as a good thing.

"Sister, no, people have no intentions. If you open this head, these tenants will not know how to advance or retreat in the future." Qi Niang said.

This makes sense. Not only Chinese people, but also foreigners, so Pushkin wrote the famous long poem "The Story of the Fisherman". But Qi Niang absolutely does not have such a long-term vision, and she feels sorry. Although her family is better, she has given up a lot of money and food.

What if it is useful? For example, if the son likes a certain person in the capital, the ransom for the capital will be even more expensive.

Zheng Lang also deals with Xingshou...

"Seventh sister, you will be rewarded for doing good deeds. Look at Lang'er, why do you sit cross-legged and think about books? That is the inspiration given by the Buddha. Therefore, officials are not as promising as Lang'er."

The second, third, fourth, all nodded.

Zheng Lang was a little dizzy, but he didn't dare to tell.

The four elder sisters spoke, but the seventh sister did not dare to say anything again. The matter was settled, and the aunt said again: "A batch of Fuzhou lotus yarns were brought in the shop. Manager Liu sent some here. I want to send one to the Jiang family."

This yarn is amazing.

It is a kind of temple silk. The textile industry of temples in the Song Dynasty was very developed. It is possible that these temples had no other business. They were facing the Buddha every day, and they were in peace and devoted their heart to the loom. Therefore, many excellent textile fabrics were produced from the hands of these women. For example, Yuezhou Temple Mausoleum, Suining Ji Nilu, and Yuegong Baohualu were all excellent products of temple silk. However, they were not as famous as Fuzhou Lotus Gallery.

People in Zhengzhou don’t know the specific details, but they still know the rumors. It is said that there are hundreds of temples in the Lianhua Temple in Fuzhou who are proficient in the magic of twisting and weaving. Their skills are unavailable for outsiders, and they only weave hundreds of ends at a year.

Therefore, there is no price for the market. As long as there is, the price will be.

Zheng Lang knew a little about this. Almost all of these lotus yarns were paid tribute to the palace, and very few were in the market. Although the lotus yarns seen in the market were exquisite, 99.9% were not real lotus yarns. They were spinners near the Lotus Temple. They learned a little from the girl from the Lotus Temple and sold them as lotus yarns. Including the more than 100 lotus yarns obtained by their own shops.

Zheng Lang looked curiously. Its lightness and luster and texture can also be regarded as a top-notch product, and it is best to make summer clothes.

This is how Manager Liu is eager to make contributions. After all, as Zheng Lang becomes more and more frightened, he is getting more and more afraid, so he draws dozens of horses out of it and sends them to Zhengjiazhuang. Anyway, it’s no longer enough money, so why not keep a little good stuff?

Liu Niang sighed and said, "Chen Siniang is so lucky."

My son was looking for a piano for her and causing many troubles. Now the aunt gave her lotus gauze.

"She has no family members. Speaking of which, my family is her family. Langer, what do you think?"

"yes."

"There is one more thing I want to discuss with you."

"Please tell me, auntie."

"You are not young anymore. After this exam, you may have to take the provincial exam next year and the next year. If you pass, you will have to discuss marriage with the Cui family. By then, you will be older. The young lady of the Cui family has passed the time to go to the Cui family to discuss the marriage. Make some preparations in advance?"

"Auntie, no need, I'll talk about it when I finish the exam."

Zheng Lang's relationship with the Cui family is a bit complicated. His father-in-law is good and kind to him. However, the mother-in-law and two sister-in-law made him very disgusted. He can only say that he has gone through many things and is not opposed to this way of engagement. Don't say that he is free to fall in love. This era is almost impossible. Even if there is, the future generations may not all really go to grow old together. It is difficult to know people but not your heart. After you go to the marriage hall, you have to live a life, and it is impossible to be romantic every day. Are you ready for your firewood, rice, oil and salt?

It seems that the Cui family girl is good, and the information she has received is only here. I don’t know whether it is true or false. It’s also a gambler. She is not rejected, but she doesn’t catch a cold. Besides, she is really young. She has been in this era for five years, and her mentality has not changed.

"I sent someone to inquire about it quietly. I heard that the young lady is very smart and beautiful. She has read many books and is good at being a girl. The Cui family regards her as a pearl in her hand."

"Huh?" Zheng Lang let out a curious voice.

"Don't think that the aunt doesn't understand anything. You are old. The Cui family will see you, and I will also see the Cui family."

"Auntie, er..." Zheng Lang didn't know what to say, but this actually came from the aunt's mouth. Jiang Xing'er also felt it was strange and lowered her head and sneered.

Zheng Lang still quashed and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I'm going to study hard now. The Cui family has delayed his marriage for so long for the sake of the Cui family Dalang, so I can't delay it."

The aunt thought for a while and felt that it was the same, so she didn't make any more noise.

Before the results were released, Chen Siniang came to the Zheng family and burst into tears.

Zheng Lang cried when he gave Wei Zhongzheng the piano to her. Zheng Lang didn't spend a penny, so he wanted to give it money. Wei Zhongzheng was anxious. If you give me the money, I will immediately cut the mat and refuse to pay it. What else can I say to these people? But I received a favor.

In fact, after the incident spread, it was also a beautiful story. At least Zheng Lang respected his teacher and respected the truth. Even if the other party was an unknown prostitute.

The aunt helped her up and said, "Silly child, you are pregnant, and you still kneel down! You are not afraid of hurting your fetal aura."

Chen Siniang still cried.

Zheng Lang sighed, "It's good for the aunt, but sometimes if you want to be a good person, you have to have confidence. If it weren't for yourself, this family would have lost faster."

In a blink of an eye, more than ten days passed. When the results were released, Zheng Lang did not go to the city to read the rankings. If he won, he would win, and he would win. If he didn't win, he would not win. He would waste time. Time is so precious. I wonder what Zhang Yiyang, a young talented man from Yuanwu, would feel after knowing this?

The yamen who reported the good news did not come, but Wu Sanlang and several brothers came. He ran to the door of Zheng's house panting and shouted excitedly: "I've won, I've won, Lang Gezi, high school, high school! What a high school."

I am happy for my friends, and I am so happy that I am incoherent.

ps: I don’t know what the problem with the internet cable at home is, so I’ll deal with it tomorrow, so I have to go to the Internet cafe to communicate. I originally thought there was another update, but it won’t work. I will make up for it tomorrow. (To be continued)

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