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said that she likes Erlangjun, she secretly likes to stumble on people, and she is lukewarm when she sees people...... After all, he is the only sister-in-law left by Mrs. Xian, and as a stalker, she became Mrs. Butterfly in the side room of the master, and it is normal to see Erlangjun unpleasant.

But if Mrs. Butterfly dislikes Erlangjun, the maid looks at it and doesn't feel like it.

The most obvious point is that there are several amazingly profitable workshops left by Mrs. Die, which have been taken care of by Mrs. Butterfly all these years!

Over the years, the income of several workshops has become higher and higher, even several times higher than the income of the industry under the name of Liufu, but Mrs. Die has no intention of taking it for herself...... It seems that it really seems that he really takes care of the industry for Erlangjun, and he will return to Zhao in the future.

In addition, after receiving the news that Erlangjun was kidnapped by thieves yesterday, Mrs. Die was so anxious that she fainted.

To tell the truth, the situation in this little willow mansion, she is really getting more and more incomprehensible.

Mrs. Die's personal maid couldn't understand this deep Liufu, and Jiang Pengji was also a little dizzy at present.

In order to learn more about this era, she planned to squat in the study and read all the books inside, but according to her memory ability, it didn't take much time at all. Except for a few paper-bound books, most of them are heavy and cumbersome bamboo slips.

However, before she could see much, the maid who was waiting by her side said that this month's share had been delivered.

"Copies?"

Jiang Pengji searched around Liulanting's memories and vaguely knew that this thing was like pocket money.

However, when she saw the pile of things in the hall of her room, she realized that she seemed to be thinking badly.

The sample is not a simple box of silver or a few copper coins, but daily and school supplies, including several sets of four treasures of the study, a dozen pieces of cloth used to cut new clothes, a few processed soft furs, a dozen boxes of incense powder, and a few stacks of flower notes...... and a five-knife bamboo paper piled in one place...... In this era when paper is more expensive than gold, there are five bamboo pieces of bamboo paper in a month in Liulanting?

Thinking of this, Jiang Pengji's eyes narrowed, and she said with some surprise, "This month's paper looks a little more special than the previous month's." ”

Taxue didn't doubt it, but with an expression of "Erlangjun's eyesight is really good", he secretly pinched the weighty money bag in his sleeve.

According to the owner, the craftsman has tried and adjusted it several times, and the toughness of the bamboo paper is better than before, and the texture is smoother to the touch. ”

Jiang Pengji touched it in the past, and it was indeed better than the paper used in those booklets on the shelves.

It's just that that's not her focus.

Although the papermaking process of this era exists, it is not mature, and the quality of the paper is not good, and the use is not widespread, so good paper can still be expensive.

She found a detail in her memory in Liu Lanting, in other families, even if it is a child who is focused on cultivating in the clan, it is already a luxury to have half a knife a month, and most of the half knife paper is not of good quality, and more people still write in bamboo slips.

Like Liulanting, the supply exceeds the standard in a month, and the batch with the best quality is carefully selected...... Unless......

Jiang Pengji had a plan in her heart, and said, "It's not easy to make paper in the workshop, and I will send five knives of paper to the house in January, which is still a little more." ”

Taxue didn't know that she was tempting, so she naturally said, "The papermaking workshop was originally left by the first lady to Erlangjun, not to mention the five knives in January, as long as Erlangjun needs it, he will not sell paper outside, and he will not be in short supply of Langjun, how can you save for them." ”

Papermaking Workshop ...... Really...... The green tendons on Jiang Pengji's forehead jumped secretly.

Taxue secretly glanced at Jiang Pengji, and saw that the expression on her face was quite relaxed and happy, and couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Most of the servants in Liufu already knew about Lang Jun's death, and they used to look down on Lang Jun, who usually had no sense of existence and a relatively soft personality, but after seeing the ruthlessness of the other party, they were all obedient.

The owner of the workshop even sent the month's share two days in advance, and gave the snow treading benefits, so that she could say a few words secretly.

The paper workshop is a fat mess, and the owner doesn't want to lose this meatloaf innocently.

The scale of the papermaking workshop is not small or small, the paper produced every month is also limited, the paper consumed by the scholars every year is countless, the bamboo paper from the papermaking workshop, the scholars and the big merchants are secretly rushing to order, if it is late, no matter how high the price is, it will not be sold.

If you want to grab the annual share, bribe the owner, and get more points, this is almost a drama that has to be staged every year.

"It seems that the owner has given you a lot of benefits, and it is rare that you are willing to speak for others. ”

After speaking, Jiang Pengji's eyes fell on the right hand hidden under the sleeve of the snow, the other party's face turned pale, she smiled and said with relief, "My daughter's life is not easy...... Don't be too afraid, the owner will give you benefits, as long as it is not excessive, you can accept it, and my maid is entitled to be treated preferentially. ”

The system secretly complained, I really want her not to be afraid, don't be so straightforward.

Jiang Pengji got the clue she wanted, and secretly rubbed her forehead, even more sure that the identity of Liu Lanting's mother was abnormal.

[Forever Sky]: 2333, how can I have the feeling that there are other time-traveling women besides the anchor?

[Mullet blossoms]: Eh, really? Maybe the anchor can go to a historic confession meeting at that time

[User 3216]: Upstairs is too naïve, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, they recognize their relatives and recognize them as barren, and the anchor is careful to be stabbed.

[User Rey11]: How do I think, there is really a second crossing woman, and the anchor doesn't take the initiative to stab people to death, even if it's merciful #Pick your nose

[Smuggling Non-Chieftain]: Same as in favor of @ user Rey11, the anchor's combat effectiveness is max

While thinking, I looked at the barrage for inspiration, and the sound of the maid stepping on the snow came to my ears.

"Will Erlangjun still go to the clan school tomorrow?" "Taxue helped her clean up those items and put them in different boxes, "Mr. Wei sent someone over yesterday to take leave, saying that the wind and cold are not yet complete, and he needs to recuperate for three or five days, so as not to pass on the illness to Langjun." ”

Xixi, who taught Liu Lanting before, was sick and took three days off in a row, but he didn't expect that he was not well now.

"Ethnology?"

Jiang Pengji frowned and thought about it, that place is similar to where children go to school,

However, in my memory, Liu Lanting didn't like to go there very much, and most of the time she specially invited Xixi to teach at home.

She originally wanted to refuse, but there were many viewers on the screen who wanted to see the request of the ancient family school up close.

So, Jiang Pengji swallowed back the words of refusal, and said instead, "I'll go tomorrow, I haven't been to the clan school for a long time, and I don't know what the situation is now." Walking in the snow, you remember to ask the housekeeper to prepare another small profit for Mr. to send to him, so that he can recuperate with peace of mind. ”

Ethnology, to put it more colloquially, is a private school funded by the clan, and the teacher is invited to give lectures to the children in the clan.