After returning from the capital, Mo Ziwan still studied with Han Shuxian every day, taught children in the village to read, read the enlightenment books and travel notes she bought, and wrote and compiled stories while reading. There is more time to read every day, and less time to go to the kitchen.
Mo Ziyuan was busy, and Han Shuxian was also busy every day, repairing the workshop, and busy with shop matters in the county, looking for shops, and decorating the shops. He was so busy every day that his feet never touched the ground.
After being so busy for a month, the matter of the county store was finally settled.
In the evening of that day, while Mo Tingyu and Song Nanzhi were at home, Han Shuxian went to Mo's house with a document and said, "Uncle Mo, aunt."
"Shu Xian, come and sit in the room." The two elders of the Mo family who were sitting in the room talking were busy greeting Han Shuxian when they saw him walking outside the door.
"Come in and sit down and take a rest. You've been very busy during this period." Song Nanzhi said again after Han Shuxian entered the room.
"It will be better once the shop is finished." Han Shuxian said after entering the house.
After Han Shuxian entered the house, Song Nanzhi went to make him tea.
Now the life of the family is getting better and better. Last month, the workshop distributed more silver than the first month. A total of two hundred taels were distributed. In addition, the granddaughter distributed the silver in the bookstore. The shadows on both sides added up to more than three hundred taels.
Suddenly there were more than 300 taels of silver in a month. The two elders, who had never seen so much money, couldn't believe that they had earned 300 taels of silver in a month.
After I came back to my senses, I started to worry again. I was really worried about being poor, and worrying about being rich. When I was so poor that I couldn't even take out a copper coin, I worried about how to make money all day long. Now that you have money, are you worried about how to spend so much money?
Mo Ziyuan finally came up with the idea to dig a hole under the box in the bedroom, bury a small jar in the hole, put the money in the jar, and finally lay a layer of bricks on it, and then put the box on top of the bricks.
Life at home is getting better and better. In addition to the house, tables and chairs in the house, a batch of utensils in the house have been replaced at Mo Ziyuan's request. Now the tea sets and tea leaves in the house have been repurchased.
In the words of Mo Ziyuan, the purpose of making money is to improve your life. If you make money and it still feels like you have no money, what are you still making money for?
Song Nanzhi took the tea set and tea leaves that Mo Ziyuan selected and bought, made a cup for Han Shuxian and served it, "It's still a little hot."
"Why are you so polite, aunt?" Han Shuxian asked.
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
"Where's Wanwan? Are you reading again?"
"I was reading in her room. Now I go inside every day with a book and don't want to come out." Speaking of my granddaughter's reading, I wonder why she, a girl, likes reading so much? Then he complained: "I pick up the book all day long and seem reluctant to put it down. Now Qingyuan is the same as him. The two of them are like competing. Is the book really that good?"
In this regard, Han Shuxian also looked helpless. He had told the two of them many times about studying, and repeatedly told them not to stay in the room reading, but it didn't work. It seemed that he had to think of other ways.
"Auntie, help me call her over and tell her that I have something to do."
"I'll call you right away."
Song Nanzhi went out, and Mo Tingyu started talking to Han Shuxian, "When spring comes, I think the entire workshop will be under construction."
"After the workshop is finished, it's time to build the school."
"When the school is being built, do you really want Wan Wan to go to the school and teach the children to read?" Mo Tingyu agreed with the school building, but he was afraid that the villagers would say something about it if she was allowed to go to the school to teach people to read. Dao Si.
"Uncle Mo can also see that Wanwan likes to read, and she also likes to teach these children to read, and she also puts a lot of thought into teaching the children in the village to read, more than I sometimes think about."
"I'm just afraid that people in the village will make irresponsible remarks." Mo Tingyu directly expressed his worries.
"I'm not afraid of that. It won't be just Wanwan. I also plan to invite one more person to teach. With me, there will be three people. Parents should be able to rest assured. We will only accept those who want to be taught by Wanwan. If you don’t accept it, you won’t be allowed into the school.”
The two of them didn't say a few words before Mo Ziwan followed Song Nanzhi and walked over.
Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, "Godfather."
"You have been reading all day long. Do you really want to help your grandma come back with a top score?" Han Shuxian joked when Mo Ziyuan entered the room.
"You don't need to be the number one scholar, just be the teacher of the number one scholar." You don't have to have the extravagant expectation of being the number one scholar, but you can still have the extravagant expectation of being the number one scholar. Teachers who don't want to be the number one scholar are not good teachers.
"You just need to be poor. I think if you keep looking like this, how can you be the top teacher if your eyesight is bad?"
"Don't worry, godfather, and don't worry grandparents, I promise to go out more often and I won't hurt my eyes." Mo Ziyuan quickly assured her, while also guessing that her godfather was not the lobbyist for her grandparents to move here!
After Mo Ziwan arrived, Han Shuxian handed the document he was holding to Mo Ziwan, "Take a look!"
Mo Ziyuan took it and asked, "What is this?"
"Wouldn't you know it just by looking at it?"
Mo Ziwan looked surprised after opening it, turned to Han Shuxian and shouted: "Godfather!" Then she continued: "Is it really for me?"
The document Han Shuxian took over was the house deed, and the name on the house deed was her Mo Ziwan.
"Yes." Han Shuxian nodded and added, "In the future, you will also own a shop."
"This will cost a lot of money!" Who doesn't want to have an industry? Mo Ziwan naturally wanted to, but she had no plans yet.
"What's money? The business you gave me and your godmother is no longer money. Not only that, it's also a chicken that can make money."
"Take it, the money earned by the workshop will be more and more. I will let people pay attention to the shops and houses in the county. I will tell you when there are suitable ones in the future. Then I will use the money to buy some, and wait for the county After finishing the shopping in Li, we will go to Beijing to buy again."
"This is a good idea, godfather." Sooner or later, Jingli will go again, and it will be convenient to have a house of his own to live in.
Han Shuxian came here not just to give the shop to Mo Ziwan, "From now on, the Blue Bay Bao business will be yours, not together with the luncheon meat and roast duck."
"When the workshop officially starts, I will take you to the dental shop to select a few people and ask them to help you make blue bay bags."
Mo Ziyuan thought for a while. The main method of making blue bay buns is to bake bread. The steak is actually very simple. If you know the existence of red sweet potato starch, this can be easily imitated. In fact, red sweet potato starch is not the main thing. If you eat it raw, , eat it half-cooked, even if you don’t want red sweet potato starch, it doesn’t matter.
Only here, red sweet potato starch is crucial, otherwise it will be too easy to fry. The only ones who know the benefits of red sweet potato noodles are my own family, my godfather, my godmother, and my grandmother’s family. Once the shop is opened, if the business is good, I can open branches in other states and counties.
Han Shuxian wholeheartedly planned for Mo Ziwan, but Mo Ziwan also kept him in mind, "Okay, now I will listen to my godfather. When the shop opens, I will open one for brother Chunlin and sister Lulu in the future."
When she heard what she said before, she was listening to herself. Why did she turn around again at the back of her mouth? "You just have to worry about yourself. Your brother Chunlin is older than you and he is a boy. Let him earn whatever he wants in the future. Your sister Lulu is still young..."
Before Han Shuxian finished speaking, Mo Ziyuan took over, "I'm still young too. Besides, whether a shop makes money or loses money is the responsibility of the shop owner. Whether it makes money or not depends on Brother Chunlin himself and Lu Sister Lu, sister Lulu’s godfather will help first.”
"I see that the more you read now, the more reasons you have. Don't worry about this. We'll talk about it later. Let's talk about wax paper printing first." This is also the main purpose of his visit today.
"Now your Uncle Xie's bookstore business is getting better and better. He is interested in buying an abandoned yard in the county and renovating it. He is planning to build a bookstore about the same size as Jingli Zongheng Bookstore."
"Not only can you typeset on stencil printing at will, but you can also draw on it. If you, Uncle Xie, had stencil printing, not to mention that the title of the first bookstore in Dafeng Dynasty would fall under his name, it would also be called the first bookstore in the country. , have you ever thought about telling him about the wax paper printing?"
Mo Ziwan said without hesitation, "Then let Uncle Xie's bookstore become the best bookstore in the world."
"Last time you got 10%
Li Li, this time, you think about it for yourself, how much you want, and I will tell your uncle. If he doesn't agree, we won't tell him this method. "Han Shuxian's whole heart was focused on Mo Ziyuan.
"This time it's 20%, I'll take 10%, godfather, you will take 10%." Although he came up with wax paper printing, from the first trial, it was his godfather who was doing it, and if he could print it, he was the only one who could do it. to his credit.
"No, I didn't do anything. I can't take it." Han Shuxian refused quickly, "This time it's 20%, plus the profit from last time is 30%. Although your uncle Xie got the big share, he put more effort into it."
"I know that Uncle Xie is not only responsible for printing, but also for selling the printed books, and there are many people to support, so I just take the money easily, 20% is already a lot, and my godfather takes the money 10%, because the success of wax paper printing depends entirely on my godfather’s idea.”
Han Shuxian wanted to follow what he said before and say: I know what to do about this matter, but before he could say anything, Mo Ziwan said, "I will tell Uncle Xie tomorrow, and he will definitely agree."
"No, I'll go and tell you. Just stay home." How could Han Shuxian agree to let her go? If she went, he wouldn't even need his face.
"Go and talk to your godfather. In the end, 20% will definitely be in my name. I don't agree. Without my godfather, there will be no wax paper printing. You, my godfather, must take 10%. And with you, my godfather, I will share whatever amount they can share with me in the future. , and they won’t fool me.” She sincerely felt that the success of wax paper printing was the result of her godfather’s idea and experiment. Although the idea was her own, her contribution was also indispensable, not to mention it was not just her contribution.
