Chapter 34

The maid didn't dare to say at this moment. She served Mrs. butterfly for many years, but she still didn't know the lady's temper.

Say she likes Er Lang Jun. she secretly likes to trip people up. She is neither hot nor cold when she meets people... After all, she is the only legitimate son left by the first lady. As a tangled wife, she has become the butterfly lady in the master's side room. It's normal to see er Lang Jun unhappy.

But if Mrs. die hates the two gentlemen, the maid doesn't look like it.

The most obvious point is that the first lady left several workshops with amazing profits. Mrs. butterfly has been taking care of them all these years!

Over the years, the income of several workshops has become higher and higher, even several times higher than the income of the industry under the name of Liu family, but Mrs. butterfly has no intention of taking it as her own... It seems that she really wants to take care of the industry for the second husband and return to Zhao in the future.

In addition, after receiving the news that Er Lang Jun was kidnapped by thieves yesterday, Mrs. die suddenly fainted.

To tell you the truth, she couldn't understand the situation of this little Liu house more and more.

Mrs. die's maid can't understand the deep water of Liu's house. Jiang Pengji is also a little dizzy at present.

In order to know more about this era, she plans to squat in her study and read all the books inside. According to her memory ability, it won't take much time at all. Except for a few books bound in paper, most of them are heavy and cumbersome bamboo slips.

However, without waiting for her to see much, the maid TA Xue, who waited beside her, said that the rules of this month had been sent down.

"An example?"

Jiang Pengji searched Liu Lanting's memory and vaguely knew that this thing was like pocket money.

However, when she saw a pile of things in her room, she found that she seemed to think badly.

Examples are not just a box of silver or copper coins, but daily and school supplies, including several sets of four treasures of study, more than a dozen pieces of cloth for cutting new clothes, several pieces of soft fur, more than a dozen boxes of incense powder, several stacks of flower paper... And five knife bamboo paper stacked in one place... In this era when paper is more expensive than gold, Liu Lanting has five knives of bamboo paper in a month?

Thinking of this, Jiang Pengji looked a little surprised and said, "this month's paper looks more special than that of last month."

Stepping on the snow had no doubt, but with an expression of "two gentlemen have good eyesight", he secretly pinched the valuable money bag in his lower sleeve.

"According to the workshop owner, the craftsman tested and adjusted several times. The toughness of bamboo paper is better than before, and the texture feels smoother."

Jiang Pengji went over and touched it. It was really better than the paper used for the brochures on the bookshelf.

But that's not what she cares about.

Although there are papermaking processes in this era, they are not mature, the quality of the paper is not good, and it is not widely used, so good paper can still be expensive. Such paper suitable for ink splashing and painting is even more expensive and scarce.

She found a detail in Liu Lanting's memory. In other families, even the children who are the focus of the family, it is extremely luxurious to have half a knife a month, and most of the half knife paper is of poor quality. More people still write with bamboo slips.

Like liulanting, the monthly supply exceeds the standard, and the batch with the best quality is carefully selected... Unless

Jiang Pengji had a quarrel in her heart and said, "it's not easy for the workshop to make paper. She sent five knives of paper to the house in January, which is still a little more."

Tanxue didn't know she was testing. Naturally, she said, "the paper workshop was originally left to the second husband by the first wife, not to mention the five dollars in January. As long as the second husband needs it, he won't sell paper out, and there can't be a shortage, Mr. husband. How can you save money for them?"

Papermaking workshop... Sure enough... The green veins on Jiang Pengji's forehead jumped secretly.

Stepping on the snow took a dark look at Jiang Pengji. Seeing that the expression on her face was relaxed and happy, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Most of the servants of the Liu family already know about the fact that Lang Jun makes people kill their servants. In the past, they didn't like this Lang Jun who usually has no sense of existence and has a soft and waxy character. However, after seeing the ruthlessness of the other party, they were good one by one.

The owner of the workshop sent the copy of the current month two days in advance and gave her the benefits of stepping on the snow, so that she could say something nice in secret.

The papermaking workshop is a fat job. The owner doesn't want to lose this meat cake innocently.

The scale of the papermaking workshop is not small, and the output of paper is limited every month. Those gentry consume countless paper every year. The bamboo paper produced by the papermaking workshop is secretly ordered by gentry and large merchants. If it comes late, it will not be sold at any higher price.

If you want to grab the annual share, bribe the workshop owner and give more points, which is almost a drama to be staged every year.

"It seems that the workshop leader has given you a lot of benefits. It's rare that you are willing to speak for others."

With that, Jiang Pengji's eyes fell on the right hand of stepping snow hiding under her sleeve. The other party's face was very white. She smiled and comforted, "it's not easy for your daughter's family... Don't be too afraid. The owner of the workshop gives you benefits. As long as it's not too much, you can take it. My maid is qualified to be given preferential treatment."

The system secretly Tucao, really she does not fear, you do not make complaints about so straightforward.

Jiang Pengji got the clue she wanted and rubbed her forehead secretly. She was more sure that Liu Lanting's mother's identity was abnormal.

[eternal sky]: 2333, how can I feel that there are other women passing through besides the anchor?

[wood stamens bloom]: ah, really? Maybe then the anchor can go to a historic meeting

[user 3216]: it's too naive upstairs. People are separated from each other. It's barren to recognize relatives. The anchor should be careful to be stabbed.

[user rey11]: how do I feel that there is really a second crossing woman? If the anchor doesn't take the initiative to stab someone to death, he will be kind # to pick his nose

[smuggling into Africa]: agree with @ user rey11, anchor combat effectiveness max

While thinking and looking at the bullet screen for inspiration, the sound of the maid stepping on the snow came into my ears.

"Will Erlang Jun go to ethnology tomorrow?" Stepping on the snow helped her clean up those cases and put them in different boxes. "Mr. Wei sent someone to ask for leave yesterday. He said that the wind and cold were not complete, and he still needed to rest for three or five days, so as not to pass the disease to his husband."

The teacher who taught Liu Lanting was ill and took three days off in a row. Unexpectedly, he is not well yet.

"Ethnology?"

Jiang Pengji frowned and thought, that place is similar to where children go to school,

But in my memory, Liu Lanting didn't like going there very much. Most of the time, he specially invited teachers to teach at home.

She originally wanted to refuse, but many viewers on the screen wanted to have a close look at the request of the ancient family school.

So Jiang Pengji swallowed her refusal and said, "I'll go tomorrow. I haven't gone to ethnology for a long time, and I don't know what's going on now. Step on the snow, remember to ask the housekeeper to send another small profit to Mr. Zhang, so that he can rest assured."

Ethnology, to put it more popularly, is a private school funded by the family. Teachers are invited to give lectures to the children of the family.