Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 268 Apprenticeship
"Aye, sir!"

Fan Baili, who looked like a calf, grabbed Fan Zheng's arm, leaned forward, and tried his best with every step.

Fan Baili, who can walk and run, is no longer satisfied with the mere Dingyuan General's Mansion, and the large number of workshops is his favorite.

Seeing Fan Baili, Wu Sang's slightly tensed face relaxed, and his eyes smiled crescently: "Oh, it's Fan Baili! Are you here to see Mr. Li?"

"Sir! Sir!"

Fan Baili yelled loudly.

Li Zhengyi poked his head out of the lecture hall, showing a warm smile: "Fan Baili, wait until the get out of class is over, sir."

Fan Baili replied crisply: "Okay!"

Li Zhengyi turned his head, his face extremely majestic: "Chen Lijian, tell me, what does it mean to have friends coming from afar?"

Chen Lijian wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and got up in a daze: "Someone sent me a basin from afar, shouldn't I be happy?"

The auditorium roared with laughter, even Fan Baili outside was overjoyed.

"Give you a pot! I'll give you three rulers!"

Li Zhengyi didn't fight anywhere, and he was three feet away from Chen Lijian's palm.

"Friend! Friend! Lu Feijia!"

Fan Baili shouted outside the lecture hall.

Li Zhengzheng put away his ruler: "Look, a yellow-mouthed child like Fan Baili knows that, Peng, he is talking about friends like him and Lu Feijia, but you are not even as good as him. You should learn from it, you mother is wasting money." , but it’s not for you to waste time.”

Chen Lijian smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

The ruler hit the palm of his hand. Although it was loud, it didn't hurt much. After all, punishment was not Li Zhengyi's goal.

Chen Lijian didn't dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction, not to mention the serious consequences of being kicked out of the workshop, but Li Zhengyi said that when he returned to Qinglongfang, Ayehou Mo Chen Yu must not break a few willow sticks!

When Li Zhengzheng went out, Fan Baili stood upright and crossed his hands in a decent manner: "Sir."

Li Zhengyi, who was slightly square, led Fan Baili into the public room, and took out a pocket wooden bow wrapped in linen strips and handed it to Fan Baili.

Of course, it can only be a model, and even the material is paulownia wood, but this is Li Zhengyi's first carpentry job.

"Hey, I have been classmates for many years, I really didn't know you could carpentry, or else I would have recommended you to join Fan's Woodworking Workshop." Mi Fei teased.

"Hehe, there are many things you don't know." Li Zhengyi puffed out his chest.

Fan Baili took the finely polished wooden bow with a smile on his face, and took Li Zhengyi's arm, but refused to let go.

Li Zhengyi laughed and said, "Hold on to Mr. Do you really want to be a teacher?"

Fan Baili nodded emphatically: "Aye, thanks... teacher!"

Fan Zheng laughed loudly: "My Dalang has a predestined relationship with Mr. Li. If he wants to be Mr. Li's disciple, can he enter Mr. Li's eyes?"

Fan Baili's child is a ghost, although Fan Zheng doesn't quite understand his thoughts, but he also knows that the little guy insists on apprenticeship, not just "following fate".

Disciple and student sound similar, but there is actually a huge gap.

If you have housekeeping skills, you will only pass them on to your disciples, not to your students. Disciples are the default successors.

Li Zhengyi nodded: "Good."

Mi Fei laughed loudly: "It's been said for a long time that the two of you are destined, that's great, and treat me as the master of ceremonies."

Du Shengxia brought the Fanghe team, carrying a silk bag, a pot of imperial wine, and a whole case repair, to the workshop, and Mi Fei arranged the whole ceremony.

The ceremony was simple, and there was not much difference between Shuxiu and accepting students, but it gave Fan Baili the status of Li Zhengyi's disciple.

Li Zhengyi's knowledge was well known in the whole Dunhua workshop.

Fan Baili usually danced very well, but now he saluted obediently, which made Li Zhengyi very happy.

Of course, Li Zhengyi also considered Fan Zheng's status, but it was Fan Baili's wit that really moved him to accept him as an apprentice.

Lu Jiasheng led Lu Feijia to Fangxue, his eyes were full of envy: "Good luck to Mr. Shi!"

This is an admiration for knowledge. The knowledge of this era still makes Lu Jiasheng, who has already become an official, envious.

It's a pity that Mr. Li Zhengyi's eyes are no longer in the eyes of his big brother Lu Feijia.

Mo Fa, this matter cannot be forced.

However, how could Lu Jiasheng not take the opportunity to show his presence?

"Mr. He Li has to accept a good student, and Dunhua Square will present the finished Dunhua paper with a hundred knives as a ceremony!"

Fan Zheng glanced sideways, Lu Jiasheng was such a bastard, he didn't tell him when the finished product was finished, if it wasn't for the sake of supporting Fan Baili's apprenticeship, he would have kicked him twice when he went back, and made the officials wink.

Bah, what is bullying subordinates, this is to help the underachievers thrive!

When the formula is basically finalized, it still takes half a year for debugging, which is the norm.

Ah bah, don't even discuss the name, what kind of Dunhua paper, rough embryo!
Disgusting is disgusting, Fan Zheng still won't go into trouble, and hit Lu Jiasheng's prestige.

"Has the money been calculated?"

Fan Zheng asked.

Lu Jiasheng chuckled, the debt must be settled, and Wu Sang should be invited to settle it.

The jute paper, white linen paper, thin yellow paper, fine white paper, and table paper on the market are all priced at sixty yuan and a knife.

The standards for knives are not uniform. There are 25 knives per knives, [-] knives per knives, and [-] knives per knives, but the default for big knives is one hundred knives.

After careful calculation, Lu Jiasheng realized that the paper used by the children had been exploited countless times!

Profiteer!

At this moment, Lu Jiasheng felt that he had lost half of Dunhuafang.

"It's straw and bamboo..." Lu Jiasheng grinned.

Trial production is not difficult, mass production, raw materials are not so easy to obtain.

The easiest to obtain in bulk is glue.

"Have you forgotten that I was the director of Jingyuan? Straw is not difficult." Fan Zheng chuckled. "As for the bamboo, Si Nong Shaoqing promised to arrange for the bamboo supervisor to supply it."

The quality of Dunhua paper has passed the test, the problem of staining has also been overcome, and there is no problem with writing.

However, there is still a long way to go to compare with famous paper.
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In Dingyuan General's Mansion, Fan Laoshi heard the defense report that Fan Baili wanted to worship Li Zhengyi as his teacher. The two stone locks he swung stopped, his thin sweat gleaming slightly in the sun.

"Hey, it's still my grandson who has eyesight, unlike Da Lang who is mediocre and hasn't learned any martial arts."

Yuan Luan raised his eyebrows, and swept his eyebrows at Fan Laoshi: "You have the nerve to say, Da Lang doesn't know martial arts, is that not your fault?"

Fan Laoshi was stunned and was almost hit by the eyebrow-level stick.

Mother-in-law, ah, lady, Mr. Xiang, can you speak a little bit of reason?

At the beginning, whoever died wanted to protect the calf, telling him not to go through the pain of martial arts anymore?

As for saying that Da Lang's physique is not suitable for martial arts, that's another proposition.

"Your fault! It's all your fault!"

Yuan Luan's stick came out like rain, and Fan Laoshi chased Fan Laoshi to walk around the pillar like King Qin, and he could only block it if he got the stick.

Fan Laoshi finally came to his senses, there are rumors in the world, don't argue with the mother-in-law about right or wrong.

"Yes, yes, it's all the fault of this general, Lord Xiang, please forgive me!"

Half-truthfully, Fan Laoshi called out.

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