Ji Yunfei loves to drink tea the most. He asked how his shopkeeper Yu was doing in Beijing while eating and drinking, and the market for Sichuan tea.

The shopkeeper Yu didn’t know if everyone didn’t say it, but everyone was sighing when they said it.

It turned out that the Sichuan tea market was very good in the past, with annual production of more than one million kilograms. Tea merchants led the tax payment and transported it to Dajianfu, Songpan and Qiongzhou to exchange Tibetans' gold, silver, wool, skins and medicinal materials. Tea farmers have food to eat, and tea merchants have money to make money.

However, the good times did not last long. There were more and more merchants in Shaanxi. They were well-capitulated. They not only took care of tea entries, but also went to tea gardens in various counties to collect tea. Last year, more than half of the border entries sold by Songpan in Sichuan were sold by Shaanxi merchants, and the remaining half were handled by Hui merchants. The reason why Yu Jiangui came to Beijing to do Sichuan tea business was a forced one.

Manager Huang, who is engaged in the ash wax business, is also full of bitterness because the market for ash wax in his hometown is similar to that of tea.

Manager Wen and Manager Chu complained, and burst into tears when they were sad...

All the money in Sichuan was earned by merchants from the eight provinces. It was quite cowardly to think about it. Ji Yunfei didn't want to discourage everyone's fun during the Chinese New Year, so he hurriedly greeted everyone to drink.

Although the group banquet almost turned into a complaint banquet, at least several officials, juren and merchants were not as ill as before, and as they drank more and more wine, there were more and more topics of conversation.

Han Xiufeng struck while the iron was hot and asked Pan Erbimo to serve him.

Please write the poem you recited before by Ji Yunfei.

Ren He, He Heng, and Liu Shanyang all wanted to leave a good impression on Mr. Hanlin. With the intentional or unintentional encouragement of Mr. Fei Er, they recited poems with the business done by several shopkeepers, and wrote ink to leave their respective ink treasures. Seeing that they were full of energy, Qian Junchen, Jiang Haoxuan, and Wang Zhirong were also eager to try... By the time they had enough wine and meals, Pan Er had already had more than a dozen poems!

He sent away several officials and shouted big heads. Ren Er and the others came to clean up the "Jintang". Wen Yuyou and the merchants didn't want to leave. After tying nearly two sticks of incense, he said embarrassedly: "Master Han, where is Mr. Jiang's poem written? It's written as my wine. Why don't you give it to me?"

"Mr. Han, Mr. Ji's calligraphy is written about my tea!"

"Don't be impatient, everyone." Han Xiufeng greeted them and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the poems of several masters, Changsheng, have been put away. It's too late today. After the New Year, I'll send Changsheng to your houses one by one."

"There is no need to be such a trouble, just take it away."

"Yes, the guild hall is so busy, it's so troublesome to run around."

Han Xiufeng thought that the three hundred taels paid by the family before was your "entering the house" and he knocked on the stepping stones with several officials and juren. The poems and calligraphy of the juren and the juren are another matter, and they cannot be confused, but these words cannot be said. Instead, he smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Wen, shopkeeper Yu, shopkeeper Huang, I don't want to give you the poems and calligraphy of the juren, but I just give them to you like this. It's useless for you to take them back!"

"Why is it useless?" Manager Chu asked in confusion.

"One is that it has not been framed, and two, the masters are here to have a drink today. I never thought that after drinking a few cups, I would be excited and leave behind the ink treasures, so I didn't have any seals and did not use seals on the ink treasures. What's the use of taking back the ink treasures that were not framed and sealed? Even if I told them which master wrote them for you, they might not believe them!"

"Oh, I really didn't expect this."

"So ask a few shopkeepers to wait a few more days. After a few days, the masters finished their work. I brought the framed ink treasures one by one and asked a few masters to use seals on it."

"This is the best, this is the best, and this is the trouble of Mr. Han."

"We are not scholars, so we really don't know these things, which makes Mr. Han laugh."

Han Xiufeng nodded slightly, then changed the subject: "Several shopkeepers, there is something that is hard to say, but I have to say."

"What's the matter? Mr. Han said it's okay." Wen Youyu asked anxiously.

"It costs a lot of money to frame a few characters, but there are rules for the industry. If you ask the men to write poems and inscriptions, there are rules for the inscriptions of poems. When you return to your fellow townsmen, you must not lose money for the inscriptions of poems, otherwise people will think you don't understand the rules."

Wen Youyu was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Master Han, we don't understand these. How much money do you think you're going to give?"

Han Xiufeng took the tea from Pan Erman and pondered: "Mr. Ji is a noble Hanlin Master. In the future, he will be an examiner of the examination room and the chief examiner of the provincial examination. He can even send out his poems and his calligraphy to the province to do academic affairs. His poems and his calligraphy can be sold for hundreds of taels even if he goes to the Liulichang. Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang and Mr. Qian are masters of Jinshi. A calligraphy can cost eighty taels of treasures. A calligraphy of Master Juren should be enough."

"So expensive!" Manager Huang asked with a bitter face.

"Is this expensive?" Han Xiufeng put down the tea bowl and looked at him like an idiot: "Shopkeeper Huang, that's the master of juren, the master of Jinshi, and the master of Hanlin! You think it's a joke for ten years of hard work. Can it be easier for others to be today? What's more, what you want is not just a poem, but also a friendship."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Han is right. Mobao is a small matter, friendship is a big matter, and this silver cost is worth it!"

"It's still the manager Wen, the manager Chu, the manager Huang, and the manager Qian, what do you say?"

"We're the same, we just didn't know these rules before."

"Okay, then I'll bother you to give the money from the old man to Changsheng. You are all doing big business, and you must seek good luck. This is the best now, but it's unlucky on the first lunar month."

"Young master, I'll get the account book." Pan Er held back his smile.

"Go, every transaction is made, the accounts must be clear." Han Xiufeng smiled and said with a gaze: "I should also take it a little tightly, and treat your affairs as self-sufficient things to see if you can do it before the shops open next year. There should be a new look in the New Year. When the shops open next year, hang the master's treasures and let neighbors and people passing by. If you have more face, that is a good thing to open the door!"

Manager Chu felt something was reasonable. When he thought of showing off to the shopkeepers next door, he couldn't help but smile: "Master Han, I knew this a long time ago that I should have asked Master Ji to write a plaque for me."

"It's not too late to think about it now. Do you want to write a plaque with the font size of "Taihe Satin Village"?"

“That’s right, it’s right!”

"I'm asking Mr. Hanlin to help you write a signboard. They are all fellow villagers and have friendships. I guess one hundred taels should be enough."

"Okay, one hundred taels are one hundred taels!"

"Master Han, I also want to ask Master Ji to write a font for me."

"Master Huang, you have to change your signature too."
Chapter completed!