Chapter 55 Vocational and Technical Training Course for Reemployment of Laid-off Palace People
Li Chongrun was aroused by Fang'er's shout and trembled violently. When he raised his head and looked out the door, he only saw a small figure following Fang'er towards the main hall.
"Brother Run, I heard that you are taking a break here, so I came to visit you."
Hearing this very familiar voice, Li Chongrun calmed down and looked carefully, and found out who it was if it wasn't Wang Rong.
"A few days ago, I was thinking that it would be nice if you were here. This is really a pillow for me when I'm dozing off." Li Chongrun was a little overjoyed. He taught the palace people simple calculations a few days ago, but he felt dizzy after only two days of teaching.
My mind was spinning, and I thought that having this guy here would help me solve my troubles, but I didn't expect that I would see him today.
Wang Rong just entered the lobby. Before he could meet Guan Wan'er to greet him, he was startled by the coldness coming towards him. "Brother Run, why is this place so cold? Could it be haunted?"
"What's going on? What are you thinking about? I've made a trap, I'll show you later and you'll understand." Li Chongrun smiled and patted Wang Rong's little head, "Why don't you go and see your aunt as a gift.
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"My dear Wang Rong, I have met Aunt Shangguan." Wang Rong had been to Shangguan Wan'er's courtyard several times before, so he naturally knew her. After meeting Li, Wang Rong was curious and took Li Chongrun to see her.
The agency in question has gone.
"The mountain spring water is cool. It flows on the tiles of the house, and the evaporation process can take away a lot of heat. Therefore, the temperature inside the room is slightly lower than outside, and with the fan made by me blowing it, naturally
It's extremely cool." Li Chongrun briefly explained the principle, but saw a question mark on Wang Rong's face.
The sun was shining brightly, so Li Chongrun took Wang Rong for a walk around the back mountain. He was so hot that he was covered in stinky sweat. He just walked to the simple shower he had made, and in just a few seconds, he stripped himself of all kinds of chijing, ready to go.
Take a shower to relieve yourself from the heat.
"Oh, are you ashamed?" Seeing that Li Chongrun had stripped himself clean and the calf was still trembling, Wang Rong turned around with a red face and screamed in an exaggerated manner.
"I usually take a shower here. Anyway, it's behind the house, and there are trees around it, so no one can see it. Do you want to come and take a shower too? It's so cool." Li Chongrun didn't care and went straight to take a shower.
When he saw Wang Rong turning around secretly, he even shook his head deliberately, which made Wang Rong ridicule again.
"What is evaporation?" After Li Chongrun finished washing and put on his clothes, Wang Rongcai turned out from behind the big tree where he had just hidden and asked directly without being polite.
"Evaporation is when water turns into gas and then flies away~ Phew, like this." Li Chongrun couldn't remember the specific definition of evaporation in the physics textbook back then, so he made up an answer casually and talked to Wang Rong.
"Oh, it's just like the water vapor that comes out when steaming rice, so why can you see it when steaming rice, but not now?" Wang Rong is naturally not a silly girl like Fang'er who can fool her as long as she has an answer. The question
The questions were very thorough.
Li Chongrun carefully talked to him for a long time about the difference between water vapor and water vapor, and then went on to the clouds in the sky and how to make the boiled water cool faster. Finally, Wang Rong came to a conclusion: "According to what you said, is it possible that summer is still hot?"
Can you make ice?"
"What's so rare about freezing in the summer? There is a way to make ice with boiling water in Huainanzi, but it has been lost." Li Chongrun made a bold promise: "We will also make ice cubes tomorrow, but it's just that it has been lost."
A large amount of saltpeter is required, so it is not easy to obtain."
"Isn't there the Qingniu Temple next to it? Saltpeter is the most abundant in the Taoist temple." Wang Rong reminded Li Chongrun with a smile.
"That makes sense. I'll go ask for some when I have time tomorrow."
He took Wang Rong and walked under the grape trellis. He saw several palace people still making fans, but they were not as extensive as before. Instead, they were doing every step carefully and slowly. They had helped themselves earlier.
The palace attendant who carved the seal also very carefully carved detailed patterns on each fan bone.
"It turns out that the fan that Fang'er gave to Fan Yubi was actually made like this. I asked him specifically for one. Who knew that the guy was so stingy that he didn't even give me one? So I followed Fang.
I came to ask for it from you." Wang Rong was a little angry and nagging Li Chongrun about Fan Yubi's fault. "There were so many fans, but his fellow secretly kept one for himself and gave away the rest.
I gave it to senior. I heard it was your idea. Can you tell me about it?"
"Then let's start with a bunch of Turks who don't wear shoes..." Li Chongrun took Wang Rong back to the main hall, picked up a grape sent by Fang'er, and began to promote his own to Wang Rong.
That set of marketing concepts comes up.
"So you have a Qingyiyuan stamp stamped on each fan? Do you want it to be the trademark you mentioned?"
"Yes, not only must there be a trademark, but also scarcity. For example, a batch of fans should be produced every half month. There are two hundred fans in this batch, with a poem written by Xiaoye on them. Another batch will be produced in another half month, and then there will be
A picture of my aunt’s beauty that the painter carefully copied.”
"Auntie doesn't know how to draw beauties." Shangguan Wan'er's lazy voice came from behind the desk, as if she was teasing Li Chongrun.
"I'm just giving you an example. Other paintings are also possible." Li Chongrun replied cheerfully to Shangguan Wan'er's expose, "At that time, two scholars were competing for the heart of a woman. One of them opened the folding fan. Above it was
He wrote a love poem about me, and he also said that he has a complete set of folding fans from my love poem series at home. Doesn’t this mean that my cat can win the heart of a beautiful woman without having to do a backflip?"
"Can you also write love poems? Can't cats also do backflips?" Wang Rong obviously couldn't understand Li Chongrun's TikTok style, and asked with a confused face: "But you have said so much, but you still haven't explained why everyone just
Buy it from you? After you write your poem, wouldn’t it be nice if someone else buys a blank one and copies it?”
"Let them copy it, even if they copy it. Our new model has already come out. Besides, if the folding fans from Qingyiyuan are used by the saints today, then will our stamp be more valuable than others?
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While Li Chongrun was still advocating his various marketing methods, the Imperial City and Xianju Palace.
Chang Chao seemed a little uneasy today, which affected His Majesty, the Supreme Majesty, who was also a little uneasy, and his daily chanting was not as fluent as usual. Hearing that Shi Ruyu, the stewardess of Qingyi Garden, asked for an audience, Wu Zetian just
He waved his hand and let her in without asking what she was doing.
"Long live Ruyu."
Ruyu bowed respectfully, and did not explain her purpose of coming, nor was she in a hurry to present the things. Instead, she continued to kneel on the ground, as if waiting for the emperor's response.
"Get up, maybe there is something urgent that has come up. You reported earlier that the two of them never left the house, and didn't even see a stranger. Is it possible that they can rebel like this?"
Yu was actually the emperor's employee, and he was actually tasked with monitoring these two people.
"Shangguan Cairen asked my slave to present a folding fan to Your Majesty." Ruyu then took out the fan pouch from her sleeve and stretched out her hands flatly forward in a respectful manner. Someone from the palace took it and presented it to him.
Wu Zetian.
"Oh, this is the folding fan that has become popular in the capital these days? Look at the embroidery work, it seems to be of average workmanship." Wu Zetian did not open the fan bag in a hurry, but looked at it carefully first.
"Ruyu hasn't practiced for a long time, and her skills are a bit rusty." Ruyu's face turned red, thinking that she was a palace maid from the Shangyi Bureau, and she felt a little embarrassed to be commented on by His Majesty the Emperor.
"It was you who embroidered it? This kid hasn't been to that village for a few days, but he has made it very easy for you to use." Wu Zetian opened the fan bag and took out the carefully selected folding fan. "Well, this little poem
The title is very suitable for the occasion. The eyebrows are dark and shallow? Why does it look like a running scroll poem?"
"Shangguan Cairen has not said anything yet."
Wu Zetian held the fan in her hand, but she felt it was a bit heavy. When she took a closer look at the fan pendant, she discovered that it was actually a piece of colored glass. "It's actually made of colored glass. Wan'er is really a waste of money."
Wu Zetian picked it up and took a closer look, only to find that there was another mechanism inside the glass. Although the word "曌" was very ugly, it was crooked and twisted as if it was naturally formed. Even Wu Zetian, who had seen many treasures, let out a sigh.
: "This is a treasure."
"Shangguan Cairen arranged that this was the star that fell beside the King of Linzi when it fell in the wild at the beginning of the year. The King of Linzi picked it up. This time I took advantage of the opportunity to present the folding fan and dedicated it to His Majesty."
"Oh, that's true. This thing came in time, so I don't need to make another one." Wu Zetian changed his gloomy expression before, and smiled obviously. "I think of Wan'er's poem.
What I'm asking about is when can I return to Beijing. When you go back and pass on my message, tell them that the Linzi Palace has not been completed yet, so that they can stay in the village for a while longer. It's time to stay here. I have a fortune waiting for you.
Hold them."
Ruyu lowered her head to accept the order, thought for a while, and then told her what Li Chongrun told her about the identity of the slave that day.
"Oh, I actually raised a saint in my family." Wu Zetian was obviously very happy, and she even forgot about me who she usually calls herself. "If this kid really has this idea, he has lived up to my cultivation. Since their mother
The two of them are so interested and just want me to help them display the sign of this fan, so I will just follow their wishes."
Wu Zetian happily opened the folding fan and shook it gently in her hand. Suddenly, there were only two huge words "Qingyi" on the other side, which was obviously Shangguan Wan'er's handwriting.
When Ruyu returned to Qingyi Garden, she saw a young master who was younger than Li Chongrun taking over the work of his young prince and giving lectures to a group of palace people. But what he said seemed to be something she had never heard before.
According to the content, the door panel on which the previous writing was written has been replaced by a blackened wooden board, and the young man is taking a piece of soapstone to write some characters he does not recognize on it.
"Ruyu has met the prince and the talented man Shangguan." After bowing respectfully, Ruyu carefully explained the emperor's will to the two masters.
Shangguan Wan'er was a little disappointed when Ruyu said that the emperor had understood what she wanted to ask, but she didn't get the result she wanted. Thinking that she had been away from the court for too long, she was a little worried about losing the emperor's favor. But she heard that there was
Wealth and honor were waiting for him, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that he was favored by the emperor.
Turning around, she saw that Li Chongrun was preoccupied with asking the emperor if he had used his fan. Instead, he paid no attention to how the emperor praised her. Shangguan Wan'er sighed softly. The little fat man she had been cultivating with all her heart was smart and worldly.
None of the above are like ordinary people at all, but the political sensitivity of this government is really pitifully low, and I'm afraid I don't know how much time I will have to spend on him in the future.
Although Shangguan Wan'er was secretly complaining about Li Chongrun, looking at his beaming expression and looking at him, her eyes gradually became filled with smiles.
After everyone had finished listening to the class, everyone dispersed, and Shangguan Wan'er also went back to her room to rest. Li Chongrun, who rarely had a child, was still talking to Wang Rong about not taking advantage of their age.
Wang Rong and Li Chongrun chatted all afternoon, and they had basically followed Li Chongrun's thoughts. While the two were debating and discussing how to make the folding fan business bigger and stronger, Li Chongrun suddenly remembered that day when Fang'er told him to sell
When the fan is making money, that is the thought that flashes through his mind.
"Young master has a bold idea, but it's very troublesome to do. It requires a reliable person to keep an eye on it." Li Chongrun felt that in the few years since he came here, only this kid Wang Rong could follow him.
According to my own ideas, the re-employment skills training class for laid-off workers I organized did not find any useful talents at all. If I want to find someone reliable now, the only one in front of me is the king who is younger than me.
Proud.
"Brother Run, please tell me, as long as it's not rebellion and trimming my grandfather's beard, anything else will do."