In the grand scene of literary society, poetry is still just a corner.
In addition to unfurling scrolls and painting, playing the piano and listening quietly, there are also gatherings for drinking and tea, and there are even Mo Hui places where people simply compete in calligraphy.
After Chen Ping left the pavilion, he stayed here for a long time. He was dazzled by the flying grass and regular script.
The literati's study of pen and ink is far more focused than he expected.
I wanted to ask Cheng Cheng if he wanted to participate in a competition, but Cheng Cheng kept holding the two poems and reciting them, and had no intention of thinking about anything else.
It wasn't until the cultural gathering came to an end that the two returned to the Bamboo Garden carrying lanterns.
Cheng Cheng followed Chen Ping step by step, his eyes shining as if he always wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
Chen Ping pretended not to see it, returned to Zhuyuan and closed the door to rest.
The next day, those two poems spread throughout Jiangxia Academy.
Zhao Wenhe Dufu muttered, "Ye Gong himself didn't leave any outstanding works in poetry, but he was good at teaching others."
He had previously thought that Chen Ping was a bit dull in poetry, but now he suspected that he had made a mistake.
It’s hard for Chen Ping to explain, so he can only pretend to be ignorant.
In the next few months, no one bothered Chen Ping anymore, and he was studying and studying in Zhuyuan with peace of mind.
Halfway through September, the autumn tiger begins to show off its power.
Being exposed to the sun for several days in a row makes people hot, sweaty, and restless.
Chen Ping read for two hours and felt dizzy, so he got up and went out carrying the kettle.
Cheng Cheng ran into the bamboo garden disheveled.
He was covered in dirt and smelled of sweat. Chen Ping subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Did you fall into a manure pit?"
"Nonsense!" Cheng Cheng took off his coat and rushed back to his room in shorts, "It's such a hot day, I can't go down to the river and take a shower, right?"
If Chen Pingcai read it correctly, Cheng Cheng's shoes were even wet and his face didn't look very good.
"Are you fighting with someone?" Chen Ping was suspicious.
"Where is it?" Cheng Cheng popped his head out of the window and muttered: "It just fell into the water."
As he said that, he threw the dirty clothes on the window sill, and there was a large piece of black ink on the cuffs.
Cheng Cheng has always been a bit arrogant. This is the first time Chen Ping has seen him in such a mess, and he wants to ask why.
Cheng Cheng walked out with a basin in his arms and sat outside the house washing clothes.
"You actually wash it yourself?"
After coming here for so long, this is the first time I see Chen Ping.
After all, Cheng Cheng looks like a rich young man. Although he doesn't have an entourage on weekdays, the clothes he wears are of great value. He doesn't know how to do laundry by himself.
Cheng Cheng didn't reply and turned to the kitchen to boil water.
Chen Ping took a look and saw that the soap locust was almost crushed into pieces, and the ink on his clothes was still very obvious.
"How long will it take you to wash like this?"
After hearing this, Cheng Cheng sat down on the kitchen floor, "I'm so annoyed, I can't wash this thing off no matter how hard I wash it."
"This is ink, of course it's not easy to wash off." Chen Ping changed the question, "Have you been bullied?"
"Bullying me?"
Cheng Cheng said arrogantly: "Who dares to bully me? I just accidentally knocked over someone else's inkstone."
Chen Ping was suspicious, "Then why don't you take these clothes home and wash them?"
Cheng Cheng scratched his head irritably and said hesitantly: "My father is very strict. When he sent me to the academy, he told me not to cause trouble here. If he sees this, he will definitely misunderstand that I fight with others, and he will
You punish me by kneeling in the ancestral hall!"
Chen Ping said meaningfully, "I have to kneel down in the ancestral hall because of a piece of clothing. It seems that senior brother was... quite lively before."
"Don't think I didn't hear that you were sarcastic," Cheng Cheng said impatiently, "This dress was sewn by my mother herself. It's been put on and on, so if you can't help, don't make sarcastic remarks!"
Of course Cheng Cheng would not admit it, it was all because he was too naughty in the past.
Chen Ping smiled, squatted down and lifted up his sleeve and said.
"It's useless to use honey locust alone. I know a way. Just wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen, found some lard and kneaded it with plant ash, and made a simple soap cake.
"Here, try this."
"What is this?" Cheng Cheng was a little disgusted, "The clothes are dirty enough, and you still want to smear oil and dust on them? Are you kidding me?"
Chen Ping didn't explain anything, so he just said, "Just give it a try. You have no other way, right?"
Seeing that Chen Ping didn't look like he was joking, Cheng Cheng took it doubtfully, "Is it really useful?"
"Of course." Chen Ping was confident.
Cheng Cheng picked up the soap cake and smeared it on his clothes, rubbed it a few times and rinsed it with water, and a large ink stain came out.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, tried it on a few more times, and found that the clothes were indeed much cleaner.
"Really useful?" Cheng Cheng was very surprised, "This thing can even wash away ink?"
Chen Ping bent down to check, but said: "The effect is not very good..."
"Isn't this good? I've never heard that ink can be washed away!"
"Really?"
"Did you come up with this method yourself?" Cheng Cheng asked with interest: "How come you even know this?"
Chen Ping said perfunctorily: "My family is a farmer. I do all the washing and cooking myself. What's so strange about that?"
"Then you are pretty good. Your memory is amazing, your arithmetic is outstanding, and your poems are unique. I never thought you could even understand these things."
Cheng Cheng's eyes shone with admiration.
It is rare for a farmer to get ahead, and it is even more difficult to become the leader of a crime.
Chen Ping was able to reach this point because of his unimaginable perseverance and dedication. Cheng Chengcheng cannot help but admire him.
If it had been anyone else, it might not have been possible.
Chen Ping smiled and said nothing, staring at the basin and thinking.
The cost of soap is not high, it is simple to make, and the cycle is short, but the money comes in quickly.
Can I do some business by myself?
Cheng Cheng was still boasting at the side, while Chen Ping's mind had already drifted far away.
Early the next morning.
After Chen Ping got up early to clean up, he left the academy and rushed to the He family.
"Soap?" He Qingxuan had never heard of this thing and hesitated: "Is it saponin?"
Chen Ping shook his head, "No, but it's better than saponin and the process is not troublesome. You can try the effect first when you make it later."
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"If you say it is good, it must be good." Since the successful development of cement, He Qingxuan has become convinced of Chen Ping.
Chen Ping knew he would not refuse, "I wrote the recipes for three things overnight yesterday. One is soap, which can be used to clean clothes and is aimed at low-end consumers; the other is soap, which can be used for bathing to make the body cleaner and more comfortable.
The lasting fragrance is aimed at mid-range consumers; the third is perfume, which can be sprayed on clothes and skin to make the fragrance last longer and is aimed at high-end consumers."
As he spoke, he excitedly took out three pieces of paper from his arms.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, you said I was confused." He Qingxuan interrupted confused, "What is low-end consumption, mid-range consumption, and high-end consumption?"
The words from Chen Ping's past lives were indeed incomprehensible to ancient people.
He quickly explained: "The low-end, middle-end, and high-end vulgarity means ordinary people, rich and extremely rich. Take your He family's cloth business as an example. Ordinary coarse linen and linen clothes are worn by ordinary people, and medium-sized fabrics are worn by ordinary people."
It is bought for use by wealthy families, and silks and satins are exclusive products for officials or wealthy families."
He Qingxuan nodded with understanding and said: "Your statement is very novel and very accurate. I have to write it down."
He picked up the paper and pen on the table and wrote while saying: "Don't worry about the cost and manpower, I will take care of it. Besides, I was thinking of letting Tian Rui and Tian Ling practice, so this new thing came just in time. Wait until it is finished.
, store it in my store first and try it."
"It's up to you to decide," Chen Ping nodded in agreement
With the help of Hejia's workshop, things will go much smoother.
"However, we will have to carefully consider the price when the time comes."
"Since ancient times, rare goods have been available for living." He Qingxuan pondered for a moment, "But these three items can be priced as low, medium or high as you say."
"You can make the decision on soap and soap, but the perfume will have to be sold in limited quantities to use some hunger marketing."
"What is hunger marketing?"
"It's not yet certain whether perfume can be developed. We'll tell you in detail when the time comes."
He Qingxuan quickly wrote down hunger marketing on paper. Now he seems to be more interested in doing business than reading.
"Tell me about it, my good brother."
"Don't say anything unless you call me Brother Sheng."
"Uh...Brother Chen, can you tell me?"
"Be good, good little brother, and I won't say anything today." Chen Ping said with a wicked smile.
"You... Huh, I made a fish head with chopped pepper that someone likes at home." He Qingxuan turned around and left after saying that.
Chen Ping swallowed and quickly caught up.
"Hey, choose brother, what are you doing? Let's talk while eating."