After three days of continuous busyness, I finally dug up all those yams, everyone was in good spirits because of the food in their stomachs these days, their backs were straight, the hungry dishes on their faces were much lighter, and their cheeks were slightly flushed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Decai couldn't help but look at Jin Dashan a few times.

Zhang Decai is one of the many papersmith masters in Qiyun Town, he is in his forties, and there are two children in the family, both of whom are fourteen or fifteen years old.

This papermaker is the skill of paper medicine and the kung fu of scooping pulp.

Don't talk about paper medicine, that's the secret recipe of each family, the content of paper medicine is not the same, the ratio is different, the paper made is not the same, the thickness is uniform, there is a saying, or why they make paper can only be used as straw paper, some people's paper is used by those who read to write, and the paper used to make books in the study is a three, six, nine and so on.

Although he can only mix a third-class paper craftsman master, it is not because of the magic weapon of paper medicine, although his paper medicine is inferior, but he is also a master with a secret recipe in his hand, and he is fragrant and spicy, or no problem, not to mention that he still has a hand in pulping skills, this craft is the real test of kung fu compared to paper medicine, without more than ten years of training and experience, it is not good.

Therefore, Zhang Decai is confident that his life is very secure.

The life is delicious, it is easier than the so-called Jin Dashan, the shopkeeper, the food is better than the shopkeeper, the clothes are better than the shopkeeper, the work is still left to his own pick, the dirty work is the shopkeeper, and he is doing it with his three stupid sons.

This kind of leisurely day is indeed very comfortable, Zhang Decai pulled the corners of his mouth disdainfully, squinted at Jin Dashan who was pounding the pulp, Chiguo was wearing his upper body, a leather apron around his waist, and his lean body bones could be seen clearly from the rib strips in the previous paragraph.

That's hungry.

But I don't know what's going on recently, Zhang Decai found that Jin Dashan's somewhat rickety back was strangely straight, his always trembling legs were stable, the lines on his face that were always wrinkled together were smoothed, and his black and thin face was flushed, and he even had a little more confidence when he spoke, and his voice was a little heavier.

Zhang De only knew that something had happened, but he couldn't guess that the time to settle the bill had not yet reached the market, and the rough straw paper they made would not be able to sell at a price, and the workshop would probably not survive next spring.

The life and death of the workshop, Zhang Decai doesn't care, a papermaker master like him, it's no problem to beg for a bite to eat, the owner doesn't do it, do the west!

But Zhang Decai's pity is that although Jin Dashan is too unlucky, and people are stupid and not easy to use, but he has an advantage, that is, he treats the master with integrity, that is, he relies on the master and pays a lot of money, which can be seen, and he does not understand the craftsmanship of the paper mill, and basically only stays at the level of craftsmanship on the large surface, and is completely at the mercy of the master of the paper craftsman.

What you say, what he listens to, this is what Zhang Decai cares about, after all, an owner is held in the palm of his hand, you let him go east, he doesn't dare to go west, this subtle mentality of the superior makes Zhang Decai very proud.

I don't want to change, after all, where can I find such a good talking fool for myself to drive.

Besides, this salary is not low, and it is a top-notch commission for the entire 13th Street.

There are 28 streets in Qiyun Town, there are thousands of large and small paper mills on these 28 streets, and the paper mills on the 13th Street belong to the weedy paper mills that are not refined in paper-making technology, and there is no capital to invite a big papermaker master, so it does not fall on the edge of Guan Zhang Daji.

The real paper mills that make fine paper products are all gathered on the 28th Street, which can be called the treasure of Qiyun Town.

Zhang Decai also knows his craft, that is, he doesn't know anything when he meets a half-witted person like Jin Dashan, so he can eat like this, if he meets a shrewd shopkeeper, then what is Zhang Decai's business.

Therefore, Jin Dashan's change made Zhang Decai vigilant.

Only in such a half-dead state, Jin Dashan will rely on himself more, if this is out of his control, Zhang Decai feels a slight bad feeling in his heart.

No way!

It's intolerable.

Zhang Decai coughed and looked at Jin Dashan.

Sure enough, there was no mistake expected, Jin Dashan immediately raised his eyes with concern, the two looked at each other, Jin Dashan asked with concern: "Master Zhang, the sky has changed in the past two days, the northwest wind is very strong, you need to add some clothes, so as not to catch a cold." ”

Jin Dashan is a real person, stupid and simple-hearted.

Zhang Decai nodded deliberately, pondered for a while, and said, "Owner, this is the New Year, and the year is coming to an end again." ”

Jin Dashan stopped what he was doing, took out the cigarette gun pinned to his waist, stuffed it with dry tobacco, and immediately lit a fire for him on the first day, Jin Dashan waved his hand, signaled the first day to work, and sat on the stone in front of Zhang Decai.

"Come on, Master Zhang."

handed the dry smoke gun to Zhang Decai, and Jin Dashan sincerely pushed it.

Zhang Decai smiled and blocked the cigarette gun with his hand and said: "The rule of a papermaker is that a papermaker cannot start a fire in his life." ”

This is the truth, whether the papermaker is an apprentice or a master, the first thing to get started is that this is the door rule, no fire, and it is also the rule of believing in the paper god, and the papermaker does not smoke.

This is also a kind of show-off.

Jin Dashan smiled wryly, withdrew his outstretched hand, and extinguished it with a cigarette gun.

"Owner, this year's business of our paper mill should be good, I look at the order compared to last year, it is one percent more!"

Zhang Decai was ready for a long time before he opened his mouth.

Jin Dashan smiled slightly, "If you count this month, there will be an order, and this is also thanks to the blessing of the paper god grandpa!" ”

People who eat bowls of rice believe in this.

Zhang Decai approached Jin Dashan, and he could see the hairs on Jin Dashan's face clearly from the angle of looking down.

"Boss, shouldn't our wages last year be longer?"

A hammer slammed down.

Jin Dashan's face suddenly changed, and he looked up at Zhang Decai in a daze, still with a chubby face full of smiles.

The mouth moved, but no sound was made!

I don't know what to say.

Master Zhang's salary is already the highest on the street, if it grows longer, what will those children eat!

Jin Dashan turned his head to look at his three sons who were busy.

Zhang Decai pursed his lips with satisfaction, this look is right!

The pleasure rising in his heart made Zhang Decai a little happy, and life must be like this to be comfortable.

Seeing that others were uncomfortable, Zhang Decai was more comfortable.