Zhu Bai scratched his head and finally wrote a note to Lao Zhu.
Zhu Biao asked him to help him check and correct it, but he refused to let him.
At this moment, Lao Zhu got the memorial and smiled while reading it: "You brat, you wrote a lot of nonsense."
Zhu Biao waited for Lao Zhu to finish and took a look: the charcoal pen drew squares and arrows on the paper. It seemed to be a picture, but it was different from the paintings they usually saw of flowers, birds, fish, insects, and utensils.
Zhu Biao smiled: "Although it is not very beautiful, it is clear at a glance."
Zhu Bai immediately became proud: "Brother still knows the goods."
Lao Zhu laughed angrily: "You brat, you just have fun drawing talismans by yourself. Have you ever thought that the imperial edict is to be read to the world? Although you can see the picture clearly, it is inconvenient to read it out. You can't copy it. A few hundred copies, one for each person.”
Zhu Bai tilted his head and thought: Indeed. He only wanted to report to Lao Zhu, but he never thought that Lao Zhu would promulgate it.
Lao Zhu said: "Take it back and rewrite it. Just write the words. After you finish writing, read it to Fugui. Only if he can understand it can you hand it over."
Zhu Bai took back the memorial dejectedly.
Lao Zhu said: "What kind of pen are you using? It looks pretty good."
Hey, the opportunity has come.
Zhu Bai hurriedly took a small long box made of brass from his arms, opened it, poured out a small wooden stick and a roll of paper: "This is called a pencil. I made it myself. You don't need to dip it in ink, and you can write at any time." I'll take it with me so I can remember something."
Mainly because there were too many requests for things from the Military and Horse Department and the Guanya Bureau. If he didn't write them down, it would be easy for him to miss them.
He pressed the edge of the small long box, and the box spread out and flattened into a small board, which could then be used to write on.
After writing a volume, the small board turned into a box with a lid.
Lao Zhu picked up the pen and saw that there was a charcoal strip inside, and said, "Very good, let's take it."
Then the brass box, paper and pen were put away together.
Seeing Zhu Bai staring at him, Lao Zhu narrowed his eyes at him: "What? Are you not even willing to give this to your master?"
Zhu Bai blinked and grinned: "No, my father is also celebrating his birthday, and I was planning to give this to him as a birthday present."
Lao Zhu couldn't help but laugh: "Little slippery man, you turn the steering wheel pretty fast."
He casually picked up a finely crafted wooden box from the table and handed it to Zhu Bai: "Your eldest brother and you will each have one."
"What a good thing." Zhu Bai took it with a smile, and then the smile condensed on his face.
Paper, ink and pen......
The thing he hates most.
But this box is pretty good.
He took out the contents and turned the box over in his hands.
Hainan huanghuali is as bright as gold in color and has grimace lines. If it doesn't cost more than hundreds of thousands, it won't be available in the future.
Zhu Biao was amused by the change of expression on his face and said, "Don't underestimate these four things. It's hard to find them without a lot of money."
"Roar."
Zhu Bai was surprised and took a closer look at those things.
I don't see anything good about it...
Zhu Biao explained to him in a gentle voice.
The pen is a white jade wolf-hair Xuan pen. The tip is round and healthy, and the pen barrel is crystal clear, imitating the style of bamboo. Holding it in your hand, it is warm in winter and cool in summer. The pen is engraved with the words "Jian Ting".
The ink strip is in the shape of an ox tongue, no bigger than a palm, and is black and covered with gold. One side is engraved with a picture of hundreds of horses and "diligence", and the other side is engraved with the four characters "Hongwu Longxiang". Not only does it not smell like ink, it also has a light aroma.
The paper is Jingxian gold powder rice paper, which is smooth and traceless, as delicate as egg white, and has "imperial" dark patterns.
The inkstone is from She County, Anhui Province. It is only slightly larger than a palm. The sound when pressed is like gold and jade, and the touch is as moist as gelatin. The word "think more" is engraved on it.
After listening to Zhu Biao's explanation, Lao Zhu was a little proud: "These four items are all produced in our hometown of Anhui. You can also use them to write articles and government decrees that are of great significance to the world. Always remember how our Lao Zhu family became what it is today. .”
Not to mention whether this thing is worth the money, Lao Zhu really put some thought into it.
Zhu Bai and Zhu Biao hurriedly responded solemnly: "My son, I will definitely keep it in my heart."
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Coming out of the study room, Zhu Biao smiled and said to Zhu Bai: "Twelfth brother, get your pencil and pen holder for your elder brother. I also carry it with me on weekdays so that I can remember things."
Zhu Bai: "Okay, I made it and asked someone to send it to my eldest brother. I also made other small stationery, and my eldest brother used it to see if it is useful. If you have any suggestions, please tell me."
Zhu Biao smiled: "Thankfully you still have this thought."
He rubbed his hands and thought: Great. This set of things has been approved by Zhu Bai and Lao Zhu, and I can mass-produce them and sell them in my scripture bookstore. As long as they and I use it, it will be the best advertisement, and soon everyone in Yingtian and even the country will have a copy.
When Zhu Bai and Zhu Biao were patrolling the streets, watching the demolition and repair of houses and listening to people's reports, they would take out this brass box from time to time, unfold it gracefully, write a few words, and then close it.
Soon, people in the city were asking what kind of treasure it was, and then everyone saw exactly the same thing in Zhu Bai's scripture bookstore.
There are four types according to grade: one tael, five taels, ten taels and twenty taels of silver per set.
The four boxes are all engraved with: Made by Prince Xiang himself, the same model is used by the Queen.
It's just made of four materials: copper, silver, jade and gold.
The doorways of several shops that had been deserted yesterday were suddenly crowded with people watching the excitement.
At first, everyone looked at the price and muttered in their hearts: "It's so expensive."
But someone threw the silver on the counter: "Man, give me ten silver coins."
Guy: "Sorry, each person is limited to two. If more than three, the price will be doubled."
The man: "Jiajiajia, give it to me quickly."
The onlookers looked at it and said, "Damn, that's right. You can stock up and speculate."
Someone threw the silver directly in: "If you give me ten coppers, I'll pay more."
"I also want ten coppers."
Guy: "The copper ones are gone."
"Give me ten pieces of silver!!"
"I want twenty silver coins."
"There are no more silver ones."
"If there's anything else, give it to me."
"Don't be too crowded at the back. It's gone. We will restock it tomorrow. Please come early tomorrow."
The onlookers cursed: "Why so fast? I only stood for half a stick of incense and it was gone."
"Go check out his other stores."
As a result, all the shops in Zhubai in the city were sold out.
Zhu Bai's small workshop has been working overtime day and night.
There are also many businessmen from other places who come to ask: "Can I wholesale the Xiang Wang's special stationery?"
The guy said, "Yes, but you have to wait. You can make a decision first."
When one workshop couldn't handle the work, Zhu Bai bought three more workshops and worked overtime at the same time.
He told the craftsmen that although there were many orders, they could not be sloppy in any process and must strive for perfection and excellence.
Zhu Bai's shop is bustling with people every day, and money is thrown into the counter with a tinkling sound.
