The Fan family was about to continue walking, but was stopped by a steward, who said anxiously: "Young master, something is wrong. ”

Seeing him so reckless, the Fan family was really unseemly, frowned and said, "As the steward of the Fan family, anything you do outside represents the dignity of the holiday. ”

"Such a reckless, you should remember how the house rules are written."

I don't know what happened to the big thing, the Fan family steward couldn't care about any family rules anymore, and said anxiously: "Young master, the shop of the industrial Hou Zhu Shun in the capital openly began to sell a kind of paper called snowflake paper. ”

"The price is extremely low, and the price has been pressed to a penny and six cents of silver."

The price of snowflake paper is only one cent and six cents of silver, and the Fan family has long known about it, because this matter also has a contemptuous view of the industrial Hou Zhu Shun.

But he never thought that the industrial Hou Zhu Shun would really dare to sell snowflake paper at the price of one cent and six cents of silver.

Sold to the Di newspaper merchant Jia also said in the past, after all, this is to compete for the bulk paper business in the hands of the Di newspaper merchant Jia, as long as he robs the bulk paper business of the Di newspaper merchant, there will be a chance to make money in the future.

He never thought that Zhu Shun would openly sell this kind of snowflake paper, and he still sold it at the price of one cent and six cents of silver.

Could it be that he discovered his own intentions, and discovered the Fan family's intention to grasp the public opinion of the Ming Dynasty.

It's impossible to think about it, the Fan family has just started to contact Di Bao Shangjia, and has not yet contacted the leader of the Fu Society, how can Zhu Shun, the industrial marquis, know his true intentions.

Even if you know the true intentions of the Fan family, there is no need to sell the snowflakes only to those shabby poor children and some poor people at such a low price, what is the point of doing this.

There is another point that makes the Fan family puzzled, how did Zhu Shun manage to come up with so much snowflake paper in such a short period of time.

Even if Zhu Shun had been preparing a month ago, a month was not enough time to even whiten, so how could he make snowflake paper.

In order to master the capital, the Fan family has been preparing for many years for a papermaking workshop, and each papermaking workshop is recorded in detail on special accounts.

Snowflake paper is not other small workshops, it needs a large space to dry and white, and it is definitely impossible to hide it if you want to hide it.

As long as there are papermaking workshops in the capital, the Fan family knows where they are.

Since the Fan family mortgaged all the fields and shops to the bureaucratic squires and the Fuwang Mansion, they have truly and thoroughly mastered all the papermaking workshops in the capital.

Therefore, it is only possible that the papermaking workshop of the industrial Hou Zhu Shun was completed within a month.

It's just that this month's time makes the Fan family feel strange in their hearts, and the time is inevitably too short.

The steward saw that the Fan family was stunned and didn't know what he was thinking, but the matter of the paper workshop involved whether the Fan family would be broken, and said anxiously: "Young master, there happens to be an industrial Hou Zhu Shun's shop over there, do you want to go over and take a look." ”

The Fan family nodded, walked to the shop that was selling snowflake paper, and was stunned the moment he saw the snowflake paper.

Not because of the low price of snowflake paper, but because snowflake paper is really as white as the name, like snowflakes, much whiter than any kind of paper on the market.

Such a white paper really wants to circulate on the market, and any paper in front of it will be crushed by the industrial Hou Zhu Shun like the Jin merchants in the past.

The various skilled craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty have been working hard to improve the papermaking process, trying to make the paper whiter, but only whiter, no one dared to think that the paper could become as white as snowflakes.

Because it's simply not possible.

No matter how much the process has been improved over the years, it is impossible to make the paper as white as a snowflake, and today, the common sense formed over thousands of years has once again been broken by the industrial marquis.

When I saw the appearance of the snowflake paper, I thought that the snowflake paper only needed a penny and six cents of silver for a knife.

The Fan family suddenly remembered something, and held the steward's arm tightly, because it was very painful to hold his arm muscles too hard.

The stable mood of the Fan family suddenly became a little anxious: "How much snowflake paper is there, and is there a limit to the number of each reader can buy." ”

The steward's head shook quickly: "Young master, there are at least a dozen shops selling this kind of snowflake paper, and it is not clear how small it is." ”

"There is no limit, there is no limit, you can buy as much as you want."

The Fan family is so concerned about this issue because of one point.

The texture of snowflake paper is so high, and the price is so low, if it can still be produced in large quantities, it will definitely be able to crush all the paper in the capital.

However, all the papermaking workshops in the capital have been in the hands of the Fan family.

The Fan family gave all their family business for these papermaking workshops.

Fan's Zhuangzi's face suddenly turned a little pale, and he thought of an impossible thing that had been happening all the time, he was the same as those businessmen, bureaucrats and squires.

was once again crushed by the industrial Hou Zhu Shun.

Although I don't want to believe it in my heart, it has come to this point, and I have to believe it if I don't want to believe it.

After all, the facts are in front of you.

The Fan family suddenly closed their eyes, pursed their lips, and stood near the store for a full cup of tea.

After a cup of tea, the Fan family suddenly opened their eyes, and their voices became a little hoarse: "Does my father know the news?" ”

At the mention of Fan Yongdou, the steward's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he said with a hint of crying: "The master already knows about this, and he personally went to a shop that sells snowflake paper." ”

"After understanding clearly, the old man fell ill without breathing on the spot."

When the Fan family heard that his father had fallen ill because of this incident and stopped staying here, he hurried back to the house, no longer caring about the so-called decency and decency.

At this time, he still cares about this, he has to hurry home to preside over the overall situation, his father is very old and is likely to die in bed because of this incident.

At the moment when the Fan family rushed home, they heard the cries of their mother and several aunts, and it seemed that something grief-stricken had happened in the family.

The Fan family's footsteps became even more urgent, because they tripped and fell to the ground because they were walking too quickly, and they didn't wipe the mud and dust on their bodies, so they got up and continued to run towards their father's room.

Walking to his father's room, the Fan family looked at his father who had closed his eyes, and his body trembled violently.

The face that rarely showed emotion, kept crying, and said in a hoarse voice: "Father, after all, I didn't insist on entering the customs of the Great Qing Dynasty. ”

"I saw the scene of Fan Jia's hairpins for generations."

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