Jia Min came out of the Iron Threshold Temple, and he was happy all the way. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info was full of Miaoyu and Keqing's figures, and his body was a little hot.

So I wanted to go to Meiyue Tower to find Shen Bingyi. After walking for a while, he felt that he seemed to be sorry for Miaoyu and Keqing, and turned his horse and walked in the direction of Yeduju.

When I was almost at the city gate, I remembered that there was still something to do. So I turned around, found a restaurant, asked for two dishes, a pot of wine, and began to eat.

The wine is from the Hu family wine shop, and as soon as you drink it, you know that it is a high degree of wine. It's different from the rice wine of the past. It's just that the degree is still not so high, presumably mixed with water.

The Hu family liquor business has just opened, and it is estimated that it will not smash its own brand like this, it should be the store that did it. If it goes on like this, it's not a good thing after all.

Jia Min decided in his heart that when he had to suggest to Hu that he engage in market supervision, and for adulterated merchants, they would either be out of stock or punished. Otherwise, after a long time, the brand of the Hu family wine shop will be smashed.

After eating, Jia Min came to Shuiyuan Street, which is the place where he last asked the calligrapher to make a fake text banner.

It's still the broken house, it's still the same person, Jia Min met him again.

This time, it was not fake, but engraving.

Jia Min wrote him some words and told him to engrave them in tung oilcloth. The quantity was told again, and it was scheduled to be picked up in ten days. Then he paid a fixed amount of 3 taels of silver and returned to Yeduju.

Now, Jia Min basically does not directly interfere in the various matters of Yeduju. Nan'er's wine-making, Ning'er's well-drilling, Jiaoli's house-building, Wu Hongmei's pig raising, Fenghua's Lingzhi management, Fang Xiucai's other Xiucai's and Tongsheng's Chinese pinyin textbooks, and the compilation of dictionaries are all carried out in an orderly manner.

The evening training has now been handed over to Fang Xiucai for class, and Jia Min occasionally goes to give a mental arithmetic class. Now, I've taught them all the mantras, but it's just a skilled process.

All Jia Min has to do is to check some formulas or something often. For example, "the single digit is a few bends back to a few, and the left side of the bend finger is a hundred." The curved finger reads 0 as the 10 digit. Behind the bend of the finger is the single digit "Yunyun."

At first, Fang Xiucai was very unimpressed with this mental arithmetic, and they didn't believe that mental arithmetic would be so fast. Jiang Tongsheng is good at calculus, so Jia Min organized a game. The facts are the best proof, seeing that Fenghua and a little girl are faster and more accurate than him, he is convinced.

As a result, the gang also began to learn mental arithmetic. With these people, Jia Min made a list of catalogs and simply handed over the compilation of mental arithmetic textbooks to them.

Learning Arabic numerals has gone through a similar process, and now, Jia Min doesn't have to worry much about it.

Every two or three days, each stall will report the progress of their project to Jia Min, and after Jia Min makes some instructions, the rest of the daily affairs are pushed to Ping'er to manage.

Ping'er originally followed Wang Xifeng, so she had some common sense as a housekeeper. Now that she has learned literacy and arithmetic, she is one of the first people to come to Yeduju, and she is very familiar with the process of all the projects carried out here.

Feng Ziying and the others inspected several routes for three days, and according to Jia Minlie's terms, they basically clarified the basic investigation of each project.

Previously, Niu Jizong and the others had already filed in the yamen, so when Feng Ziying went to the record, there was a precedent to follow, and it was very smooth.

So I started buying horses, customizing vehicles, hiring car owners, and so on. Jia Min is always in charge of the principles and leaves the specific errands to them to do.

When she first arrived in Yeduju, Jia Min once bought a lot of colored threads for Ping'er and asked her to make dreadlocks.

At first, Ping'er was very resistant, and she didn't do it. Later, when he saw that he had succeeded in digging wells, making wine, and raising pigs, Jia Min had also fulfilled his original promise, so he was a little embarrassed, so he quietly picked it up.

She knew that it must be reasonable for the fourth master to ask her to do this. As for what it is really useful, we will know in the future. You don't really have to worry about it.

Fang Xiucai's lady Feng Sanniang has nothing to do, so she often plays with Ping'er. After a long time, I found out that this letter Sanniang turned out to be a master, and her level was higher than that of Ping'er, so the matter of beating the locks was handed over to Feng Sanniang to be responsible. After coming and going, there are now more than 20 kinds of tricks.

The so-called silk is actually the Chinese knot of later generations. It's just that the current locks are relatively small, and the scope of application is also very narrow, basically limited to some personal small objects, hanging as decoration.

Jia Min's development idea is to diversify the shape and large-scale in volume, and to develop the silk as a festive product.

At the same time of developing the color, Jia Min also asked Feng Sanniang and Ping'er to standardize the weaving process, so that the efficiency of weaving will be greatly improved.

After the process is standardized, it is necessary to compile teaching materials. Prepare for the future.

Ping'er and Feng Sanniang couldn't help but speculate in private, what to do with the textbooks, and they also thought about some possibilities, but after all, they couldn't figure out Jia Min's thinking, Jia Min didn't say it, and they didn't want to ask. Therefore, I have never figured out how useful the things I do will be in the future.

Yesterday, Qin Keqing sent Jia Rong's little maid Shou'er to pass the word, saying that he was going to dig a well for his father's house, and sent 6 taels of silver to dig a well. Jia Min said that he would go to fight tomorrow, so he set off early this morning and came to Yeduju to dig a well.

The two laborers had already begun to dig the pit, Ning Er was supervising the work next to him, and Jia Min was chatting with Qin Ye in the house.

Qin Ye's illness is old, although he will not die, but he also has to stay in bed often. There is a mother-in-law and a maid at home, who cook and boil medicine all day long.

Qin Ye's main house smelled of traditional Chinese medicine, so Qin Keqing led Jia Min to a side room. It was cleaned up very cleanly, and it used to be Qin Keqing's boudoir. Some old items are still stored here.

It's summer hot, and the doors and windows are open. Even though it was in the house, it was still a little stuffy.

The two of them sat in the small living room outside the boudoir.

Qin Keqing's maid Baozhu came to pour tea, then retreated and went to the well to see the excitement. There were only two people left in the room, Jia Min and Keqing.

Jia Min was a little strange about Baozhu's timely withdrawal. I don't know if Qin Keqing ordered it in advance, or if the jewel found something.

Actually, this is Jia Min's heart. Qin Keqing had not ordered it beforehand.

However, as Qin Keqing's most confidant, from Jia Zhen's sudden injury to Qin Keqing's frequent sending her to learn about Jia Min's news, in fact, Baozhu has vaguely felt that there is some kind of secret relationship between the two.

As a maid in a big family, this kind of acumen is still there.

Since that night at the Land Temple,. It's still the first time the two have met.

Qin Keqing sat opposite and didn't speak, a touch of red flew on his face, and he smiled. From time to time, he glanced up at Jia Min, and then turned his gaze to the window again.

These days, in fact, she really wants to see Jia Min, and it seems that she has countless words to say in her heart, but now that she has met, she doesn't know where to start.

It's just that in my heart, I was a little chaotic and panicked. I want to hear Jia Min speak, but I'm afraid that he will say something ridiculous. When the time comes, I will not be able to be a good person.

"Brother Jane is alright?"

It was Jia Min who spoke first.

"I'm still raising it with Imperial Doctor Zhang, and I'm coming back soon."

"What is Brother Rong doing?"

Regarding Jia Zhen's words, it is not appropriate to say more, they both know each other in their hearts, and it is okay.

"What can he do, it's just eating and drinking. It's not as good as Uncle Min, do something big. The last time I handed over the 10,000 taels of silver, I gave Uncle Min a long face. ”

The voice was glutinous, and Jia Min felt beautiful in his heart.

"There's no way, the old man is pressing step by step."

"According to the slave family, Fourth Uncle Min has a lot of methods, but the eldest master has no choice now, hiding at home and not daring to come out."

As he spoke, he smiled mischievously at Jia Min, gently stuck out his little tongue, and threw a wink, sending infinite charm.

Jia Min's heart fluttered, and he was a little fluttering.

"Sister Keqing, do you remember what I said at the door that night?"

"What words? The slave doesn't remember. ”

As he spoke, he quickly glanced outside, and then glared at Jia Min, revealing an angry expression.

"But do you want me to say it again?"

"Shh......h

Qin Keqing hurriedly put up a Qianqian jade finger and put it to his lips.

Jia Min smiled, but he was unwilling to let go of Qin Keqing, so he lowered his voice.

"But if Qing says it again, I won't mention it, otherwise, I'll say it out loud."

Qin Keqing glared at Jia Min again, his face became redder and redder, and he looked outside, but finally couldn't resist Jia Min.

"I traveled through endless time and space to meet you here."

The more you talk, the lower it becomes, and by the end, the sound is almost inaudible. Still, it was said in its entirety.

After speaking, he glared at Jia Min again, angry and angry, and the beauty was incomprehensible.

"But do you know that Brother Rong made a bet with me?"

"Brother Rong is not sensible, it's all nonsense, Fourth Uncle Min can't be taken seriously."

"Brother Rong is in front of it, he has staked all his net worth, who does Keqing want to win?"

I'd like to see what your attitude is.

"Fourth Uncle Min made a bet with the eldest master, who won?"

Oh, little one, it's very smart. This time, it really stopped me.

Qin Keqing showed a sly smile, a little smug.

"I heard that Fourth Uncle Min wrote a poem "Poppy Beauty" to Miss Shen in Meiyue Building, which spread all over the city, which is a very good word."

What's going on? Is this a little jealous?

"Keqing is jealous?"

"I don't care about all this idle business."

Regardless of whether you still mention it?

"Miss Ping'er has a good character, what are the plans of Fourth Uncle Min in the future?"

"This ......, I don't have any plans, Ping'er is going back to Lian's second sister-in-law."

This guy even included Ping'er in the team of rivals in love.

"Fourth Uncle Min is almost sixteen, and I think the elders are about to marry you."

"It's not in a hurry, but did you hear any rumors?"

"Not really, but the slave family cares. The slave family thinks that there is a woman who is quite suitable for Fourth Uncle Min. ”

"Oh? Who is it? “

"Miss Bao."

Jia Min was taken aback and almost stood up.

How did she know?

No, I haven't met Baochai, and no one will know that I'm interested in Baochai, and it must be a temptation.

No, I can't talk to her anymore. This little woman is too smart. If I keep nagging, I'll have to ask her to take care of all of them.

"Keqing said that I laughed, I don't even know Miss Bao."

When Jia Min was embarrassed, he shouted outside that the water was out, so the two of them went out, which was regarded as relieving Jia Min.