After dinner, everyone who was shocked by the news that Fang'er brought back was still making fans, but they were all a little listless.
When Li Chongrun came with a bottle of wine in his hand, he saw that the lively scene under the grape arbor was no longer as lively as yesterday. Even the sound of hammering rivets was weak, and he felt dejected.
"Come on, sisters, I've got some physalis here. Let's take a rest today."
After getting along with each other for a few days, everyone has become accustomed to the casualness of their little master. After a simple ceremony, someone brought a few small cups made of bamboo and poured a cup of physalis for everyone.
"Does Fang'er know how much this jar of physalis costs?" Li Chongrun saw that everyone had tasted what was in the cup, so he took a sip himself and asked slowly.
"Back to your lord, if you go to Nanshi Winery to buy something, the price per jar is 50 cents. But if you want to go to a restaurant, it will be more expensive." Fang'er is responsible for daily purchasing, so she is naturally familiar with these prices.
"How much more expensive is it in a restaurant?" Li Chongrun asked immediately,
"One jar costs a hundred words. But Fang'er just heard that the lady doesn't like the noise of restaurants and rarely goes there." Fang'er answered quickly, but her eyes still looked confused.
"It's the same Physalis, why is it so much more expensive in the restaurant?" Li Chongrun observed everyone carefully, but no one understood what Li Chongrun meant, and they all looked like they had wooden heads.
"Of course restaurants have to make money, and the ones they sell must be more expensive." Fang'er had some idea of what her young master wanted to say, but her mouth was much faster than her brain, and she immediately came out.
"Then why is it so expensive?"
"Of course it's because the restaurant has to help you sift it and sell it in pots." Fang'er continued speaking without thinking, but her eyes lit up.
"I understand. Your Majesty means that everyone should make the fans more comfortable and put more thought into the craftsmanship. Others sell them cheaply, but ours is better, so they will naturally be sold more expensively."
"If our craftsmanship is good, others can also do it well. Our craftsmanship is incomparable to those of ancestral bamboo strip craftsmen." Li Chongrun saw that everyone here was really confused, so he simply said
said.
"For the same thing, if we add some additional value to it, such as calligraphy, painting and poetry, naturally discerning people will spend money to buy it. I don't know anything else, but when it comes to writing poetry," Li Chongrun said very proudly
He smiled and did not continue the topic. "Of course, if it is further promoted in the market, the price will naturally go up. Not only will it be sold more expensive, I'm afraid they will cry and rush to buy it."
"If it's not just a fan, why would anyone rush to buy it?"
"Then let's start with a group of Turks who don't wear shoes..."
Served with Physalis Semen that had been treated with well water, Li Chongrun slobbered for a long time like a lecturer on success in later generations. Until Shangguan Wan'er called him to take a rest, everyone was still digesting this kind of big consumption nowadays.
Marketing concept of the times.
After finishing the lap the next morning, Li Chongrun ordered a few palace servants who were well-versed in writing to bring over some blank paper fans that had been made earlier. He recited some unknown poems and asked the palace servants to copy them.
on the fan surface.
"Fang'er, take these to the Imperial College. Give them to Fan Yubi and ask him to select some seniors who are taking the exam this year and want investment banking papers to send to them."
"Your Highness, don't you want any money?" Fang'er looked at the pile of dozens of folding fans with great distress, "It still costs several hundred dollars."
"What did I teach you yesterday? The free ones are the most expensive."
"Okay..." Fang'er reluctantly watched as Li Chongrun took Fang Xiaoyin and carefully stamped a "Qingyi" chapter on each folding fan.
The Zhangzi was inscribed by Wan'er, but there were no seal carving craftsmen in Zhuangzi. Fortunately, there was a palace servant who could carve flowers, and he still had the ability to draw gourds according to the pattern. Although the carved Zhangzi was a bit rigid, there was something else.
Simple taste.
After Fang'er took the fans to the Imperial Academy to deliver gifts, Li Chongrun went to find Shangguan Wan'er again.
"What? Investment banking paper?" Shangguan Wan'er was very puzzled, "There are still some days left for the autumn exam. I don't know if you can catch up this year. What banking paper should you apply for? Besides, now that you, Li Chongrun, are famous, you applied for it.
Who dares to collect the banknotes?"
"The King of Chu has such a thin waist that many people in the palace starve to death. If all the ministers in the court hold a fan made by our family, do you think that all the scholars in the world just hold a white paper fan and have the nerve to say hello to their classmates?" Li Chongrun smiled playfully.
I was arguing with Guan Wan'er, but I was busy copying out many poems and essays, such as Thrush Eyebrows Shade into Shi Wu and so on.
"Normally, you always resist when I ask you to write a poem, but once it has something to do with this worldly thing, you become more inspired." Shangguan Wan'er complained about Li Chongrun's moral integrity. "That's true.
You don’t need to use it in the name of investment banking certificates. You don’t need so many, you only need one. Since you are going to let everyone in the court use your fan, naturally you should let the most distinguished one use it first.”
Shangguan Wan'er was relatively good at giving gifts. After knowing what Li Chongrun meant, she asked Ruyu to bring a few palace servants who were good at female embroidery to carefully embroider a fan pouch with the pattern of a phoenix flying.
Shangguan Wan'er chose the most beautiful paper fan from among the finished paper fans, and carefully polished it with linen cloth to make it smooth and smooth. She chose the most suitable poem on the fan that Li Chongrun had copied just now.
It was inscribed on the front. I took out a glass bead from my sleeve with my backhand. It was emerald green in color and had the word "武" inside. The font was a bit clumsy, and it shone brightly in the afternoon sun.
"I thought my aunt had already presented this thing." Li Chongrun was shocked when he saw this thing.
This thing was made in the alchemy room last year before I became famous. At that time, I found that the alchemy room only had some broken glass. It should be that the previous alchemist tried some crazy recipe when he was refining alchemy.
It was originally thought of as a life-saving object. Anyway, no one in this era understood the manufacturing process of glass, so it must be regarded as a natural treasure. And with the auspicious nature of my cheap grandma, she would be extremely happy to see this object.
He had hidden the bead in his bun for a long time and never dared to show it to anyone. But that day was the biggest crisis Li Chongrun had ever encountered, so he prepared to ask Shangguan Wan'er to present it, saying that it was the remains of a meteor falling from the sky.
I would like to offer some auspiciousness to my cheap grandma for a chance of survival.
"It's of no use. Besides, foreign objects rarely disturb her mind when it comes to matters decided by the Emperor. It's probably not as easy as adding the icing on the cake to provide help in times of need." Shangguan Wan'er, who had served Wu Zetian for many years, speculated that the level of the Sacred Heart is naturally much higher than that of the Holy Heart.
Li Chongrun.
"Why don't you exchange it for some benefits? Your Majesty will definitely not be able to put it down if you have this thing as a pendant. When the civil and military officials of this court meet, I'm afraid they all want to follow suit." Shangguan Wan'er used red very dexterously.
The glass beads were tied with silk threads, hung carefully under the fan, packed in a fan bag, and sent to Ruyu to be offered to the palace.
As a result, half a day has passed, and the afternoon sun is a bit fierce. Shangguan Wan'er and Li Chongrun ate the grapes that had been chilled in the well for a long time, guessing what would happen in the divine capital these days.
matter.
Zhuangzi was quiet, with the chirping of cicadas coming, and the feeling of drowsiness gradually became stronger, making the eyelids droop unconsciously.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we have a guest, we have a guest!"
Fang'er's voice broke through the silence of the forest and immediately lifted Li Chongrun's spirits.