After Miss Xu returned to the Xu family, she entered her room, sat on a chair with a stern face and said nothing, until Mrs. Meng came to check it out.

"What's wrong?" said Mrs. Meng, "Is it not good to hold the poetry meeting today?"

Miss Xu still didn't speak.

Mrs. Meng sighed: "One and two are like this. I just came out of your second brother's room. I have been making trouble these days and refused to eat. I didn't listen to it. I still remember Yang Wu. It's time for this. If Yang Wu is really the King of Guangyang, I will turn a blind eye and let him go. Now when Xie comes back, Yang Wu is a joke. He is still so obsessed with it. I will really anger me to death."

Hearing this, Miss Xu actually showed a hint of self-deprecating smile: "Mother, I want to be glad that my second brother likes Yang Wu, not Xie Liangchen."

Mrs. Meng didn’t know where this came from. Could it be that Xie Liangchen grew up in the village and did not understand etiquette?

Miss Xu said: "Otherwise, with Xie Liangchen's means, my second brother will sell our entire Xu family to her." Thinking of Xie Liangchen's glory at today's poetry meeting and Song Xian's intimacy with Chen Zigeng, Miss Xu would be breathless.

"What do you mean?" said Mrs. Meng, "Xie Liangchen has plotted against you?"

Miss Xu looked at Mrs. Meng seriously: "Mom, be more careful with Xie Liangchen in the future. She is not the kind of peasant woman you think. Even if... she is a cruel and ruthless person, she is full of tricks."

Mrs. Meng's face changed slightly: "What's wrong?"

"I was used by Xie Liangchen," said Miss Xu. "I can't use it until tomorrow. The pen and fur shops in Beijing will try every means to get to know Chenjiacun and get paste paper and felt from them."

Not to mention that Meng Changshu and Miss Yan would find someone to help Xie Liangchen draw medicinal materials in private. She looked at the medicinal materials carefully and it was indeed worthwhile.

When Xie Liangchen came to Beijing, many people wanted to watch her jokes. After all, when they arrived in Beijing, they were silent and their clothes were very shabby.

But from now on, no one will ridicule Xie Liangchen and the remote Chenjia Village.

Miss Xu opened the box at hand. The wooden box looked very inconspicuous, but the pasta paper inside was particularly lovely after opening it.

There is also the flower felt, which looks delicate and beautiful. Even if it is placed in Miss Xu's carefully arranged boudoir, it is still so eye-catching, just like Xie Liangchen.

Mrs. Meng also showed a look of surprise on her face. She took out the powdered wax paper in the box and looked at it carefully. This wax paper... is really good, at least not inferior to the wax paper in the previous dynasty collected by the master.

Mrs. Meng's mind was blank, and she came to her senses after a while: "This... is really from Chenjia Village? Xie Liangchen gave it to you? Didn't she buy the items from the previous dynasty and say that it was made by Chenjia Village, and she was pretending to deceive?"

"No," Miss Xu was very sure, "If it weren't for me, how could I come up with so many things? I know how to distinguish between these. Even if there is a little mystery, I wouldn't leave the Xie family like this."

After saying that, Miss Xu looked at Mrs. Meng: "It's so difficult to make wax paper? Isn't there any paper shop better than this? I'm going to ask my father... My father said he didn't know."

Miss Xu stood up and was about to walk out, but was stopped by Mrs. Meng: "Your father hasn't gone to the yamen yet..."

After saying this, Mrs. Meng remembered: "There are no good wax papers."

Miss Xu's heart lit up, she turned to see Mrs. Meng,

Mrs. Meng said: "The golden paper made by Jianguo Temple is better than this, and the recipe for making the golden paper is hosted by Jianguo Temple. If the host can tell it, there will naturally be a paper shop to make better wax paper."

Miss Xu grabbed Mrs. Meng: "Mom, I went and asked someone to ask the host, we would like to donate incense money, and we can donate as much as possible."

Mrs. Meng patted Miss Xu on the arm: "This is not something that can be done just by rushing. I want to find someone to ask the presidency to preside over the presidency, and I have to discuss it slowly with the presidency."

Even if the host of Jianguo Temple agrees now, it cannot stop the current momentum in Chenjia Village.

Miss Xu took a deep breath and realized the situation in front of her. She could only swallow it in her stomach.

...

The Yan family of Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple.

Mr. Yan looked at the paper that his daughter took back and carefully touched the paper with his fingertips: "Is this the paper I made?"

Miss Yan nodded: "It was done by Miss Xie before coming to Beijing. My father knew about Miss Xie? He was the granddaughter of King Guangyang."

Master Yan naturally knew.

Ms. Yan continued, "Father, look at the medicinal materials drawn by Ms. Xie."

Miss Yan carefully took out the medicinal painting and handed it to Mr. Yan: "Ms. Xie asked us to continue painting these medicinal materials with wax paper. The medicinal paintings we drew will be sent to the eight states. Next spring, the eight states will also plant medicinal materials like Zhen states. Once the medicinal materials are grown, the people will be able to pick and dig."

"Ms. Xie said that although many people know medicinal materials and can also be collected and sold, they do not know the price and properties of the medicinal materials. Many vendors use this to make profits, and some even use medicinal materials to treat diseases indiscriminately, which will hurt their lives. If a portion of such a thing can be sent to the county and villages, and can be checked at any time, such things can be avoided. It will not take long for more people to recognize medicinal materials."

Mr. Yan carefully looked at the medicinal painting: "It's indeed detailed, and the painting is also very realistic. What is rare is that even the flowers bloom and the fruits bear clearly."

Mr. Yan said as he pulled up his beard: "I'll show this to the people from the Imperial Hospital."

Mr. Yan looked at Miss Yan: "Have Miss Xie said this to others, right?"

Miss Yan nodded: "You can see."

Mr. Yan looked at the wax paper again: "Do you want to draw it on this wax paper?"

Miss Yan said happily: "Miss Xie also said that there is not enough wax paper, so I will ask her for it."

Mr. Yan also held the wax paper in his hand: "Then I will take it together and ask. After asking, I will tell you that such a good paper cannot be written casually. It is better to figure it out before writing it."

Unexpectedly, my father would help like this, Ms. Yan was so happy: "Then I'll wait for news from my father."

Mr. Yan walked out of Miss Yan's house. Miss Yan had seen too much at the poetry meeting and was always uneasy. After seeing her father off, she sat on the chair and savored it for a while before her mood was a little calmer. When she wanted to look at the wax paper again, she realized that all the things she brought from Miss Xie was in her father's hands.

Miss Yan looked at the maid who was doing needlework next to her: "Why do I think my father has borrowed it but failed to get it back?" My father left too quickly just now, and he acted too calmly in front of her. Didn't his father like these papers the most?

Miss Yan has a bad feeling.

...

Meng Changshu met with Mrs. Chen and Xie Shaoyuan, and then left by car.

When Xie Liangchen returned to the house, he settled the accounts with Xie Shaoyuan. The arms sent to the Eight Prefectures in Chenjia Village were all sold by the court and returned to several villages.

However, before the money was warmed up, Xie Liangchen sent it to make paper and felt. Fortunately, they could soon sell some goods and make some money.

With enough money, the paper mill can make paper constantly.
Chapter completed!