"Master," the butler hurriedly came in from outside the door and arched his hand towards the person sitting at the table, "the latest batch of brocade has been prepared for loading, but it should be shipped to the capital now?"
”The man sitting at the table looked up from the scroll in his hand, "I heard that there is a small batch of satin in this batch of cloud satin, and when dyeing, the craftsman added the wrong pigment to produce a batch of ink-colored cloud satin?"
”The housekeeper was stunned for a moment and nodded, "Master Hui, it's true, the old slave has already expelled the derelict craftsman from the dyeing workshop." ”"Go and cut a piece of that inky brocade and let me see it."
Although the housekeeper was a little confused, he still hurriedly went to do it.After a while, he came back with a small piece of ink-colored brocade and stretched out his hand to present it, "Master, this is the batch of brocade that has been dyed in the wrong color." ”Cheng Ji took the piece of brocade and looked at the fabric in his hand.With just one twist of his hand, he can accurately analyze where the mulberry silk is used in this brocade, and even every process in which it is woven."
In addition to the wrong color, this brocade is also the best choice.What the shopkeeper was going to do with this batch of brocades. ”"There are not many people who buy this ink-colored brocade because of the color, and there is no way to dye it a second time, the store manager is going to send it to Zhixing College, and ask Mr.
Min Xiu of the Brocade Building over there to make this ink-colored brocade into a ready-to-wear garment first, and then hang it in Tianyi Pavilion for sale, sell one, and we will take 20% of the profit.""
It doesn't have to be like this," Cheng Ji shook his head, "you go and prepare all this ink-colored brocade for loading." ”The housekeeper was shocked when he heard this, "Master, this batch of brocade sent to the capital, but it was sent as a tribute, this ink-colored brocade is not on the list of our tributes this year, the nobles in the palace are still young, how can they like this heavy color, please think twice." ”Cheng Ji wanted to say that he didn't know whether other people in the palace in Shangjing City liked the heavily colored robes, but there was one person who liked them.But after thinking about it, I still didn't say it.It is conceivable that even if he said it, he, the housekeeper, probably wouldn't believe it.It's a pity that the old housekeeper's uncle also collapsed after his grandfather's death and returned to the countryside to recuperate, otherwise he would have bothered so much to think about how to explain.However, he didn't think about how to explain it, so he had to wave his hand, "Don't worry, your master promises you that the nobles in the palace will definitely not blame you, you just have to do it." ”Seeing this, the housekeeper knew that he couldn't persuade his master, so he had to nod and answer "yes", and left with some worry.When the people left, Cheng Ji put the small piece of ink-colored brocade in his hand on the table, got up and walked to the window, with his hands behind his back, looking at the small pond with living water flowing outside the window.Somewhat distracted.I still remember a few years ago, my grandfather and his most common thing to do in his spare time was to sit in the little pavilion by this small pond and compete to see who caught the most fish.But now, he can't even remember the last time he took a fishing pole.Just now, he thought of an old man because of the inky brocade, and he couldn't help but think of his grandfather again.All of a sudden, I wanted to go fishing.Cheng Ji went to the small warehouse in his yard to rummage, and finally found two fishing rods in a corner that looked exactly the same, but there were some different carved patterns in the details.The one carved on the left is a blooming camellia by him, and he remembers his favorite camellia and tea made from camellias.Speaking of which, he also learned this flower tea from the old people.The one carved on the left is a clump of green bamboo, which is the grandfather's favorite, and he has always liked it, unlike him, who likes this today and that tomorrow, and will never be qualitative.Cheng Ji subconsciously went to the fishing rod on the left, and when he was about to grab the fishing rod in his hand, he couldn't help but move to the right, and finally took the right one.Now look at it, this bamboo is still quite beautiful.Carrying the fishing rod and the small wooden bucket that was placed aside to hold the fish, Cheng Ji walked slowly to the edge of the small pond, sat down in the position where he was most accustomed to sitting, and remembered that he had not prepared fish food when he was about to throw the hook into the water.He shook his head and smiled, and simply didn't need fish food.In the past, there were more fishing times, and the fish learned to be smart, so they had to use fish food to lure them.But I haven't caught a fish in a long time now, and the fish has become stupid.The fish hook sank underwater, and Cheng Ji looked at the lotus flowers blooming on the water a little distracted.The old man he remembered today made him suddenly recall a lot of things.From not seeing that person before, to the first glimpse at the door of Cheng's house, the turning point in his life happened at that meeting.During his time in the nursery, he saw a lot of children who were much younger than him working hard to live.It was there that he learned to think and reflect, to understand what the man wanted him to learn from the children in the nursery.It is not forgetting to fight in the face of adversity, it is that even ordinary people can strive for the future they want, and it is to wake up to the fact that there is no sooner or later, only whether you have practiced it or not.After leaving the nursery, he took the initiative to enter the Cheng family's brocade workshop, and like his grandfather when he was a child, he started from a small apprentice until he successfully mastered the art of weaving Cheng family's brocade, which took him three years.At the same time, it also won the respect of the Cheng family's workshop and shop managers from the bottom of their hearts.That "young owner" is no longer the perfunctory and dissatisfied and hated iron and steel, but a real recognition.He could feel that respect.Grandfather also naturally handed over the entire Cheng family to him, and no one was dissatisfied or opposed.Because these people know that on the shoulders of their young owners, they can already take on the burden of the Cheng family's brocade, which is responsible for the livelihood of thousands of people.And all this, the original origin, was a visit from that man.And the time he lived in the nursery will never be forgotten for the rest of his life.Now the scale of the Cheng family brocade has doubled, and it has been selected as a tribute to the court, and it has close cooperation with the Zhixing School, and he is also confident that in the near future, the Cheng family brocade will get greater development.Although his grandfather is no longer there, every year during Qingming, he can say in front of his grandfather's tombstone: "It will never live up to your expectations." ”I can also talk to the Empress Dayong who is far away in Shangjing City, sitting in the Middle Palace, and can cause the entire Dayong to shake every time she raises her hand, if you have the opportunity, you can say, "Thank you." ”Cheng Ji suddenly looked at the figure of the ink-colored robe that seemed to appear in front of him again, his hand sank suddenly, the picture was shattered, and the fish bit the hook!
Sure enough, it became stupid!