After he asked a question, Chen Wanrong had already carried the wooden barrel out of the house and went to the well. Chen Zairong hurriedly followed: "Brother, I'll wash it for you." He quickly drew water from the well, poured it into the bucket, picked up a brush from the corner of the wall, rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning.

Chen Wanrong had to wash the lid. The container for chemical reagents must be clean. The bucket is really dirty. It only fits his requirements if he washes it all over.

When the two brothers returned to the room, Chen Wang came out of the kitchen, rubbed his oily hands on his apron, and scolded Chen Wanrong with distress: "Wanrong, look at you, what are you going out for if you have anything to do? His face turned blue with cold."

Chen Wanrong's face turned blue and his nose was running. On the other hand, Chen Zairong looked like nothing happened. His ability to resist cold made people convinced and smiled: "Mom, don't worry. The more you are afraid of the cold, the colder you are, the less you are afraid of the cold, the less you are. Just simmer it."

"Come and bake for a while." Chen Wang sat down, opened his hands and baked, and said, "It's really cold today."

Chen Wanrong found a rag to wipe the water from the lid, then sat down with the lid, put the lid in front of him and baked it. Chen Wangshi didn't understand again: "Wanrong, what are you doing for baking the lid?"

Chen Zairong leaned on Chen Wang's shoulder and replied on behalf of Chen Wanrong: "Mom, I have to write on it after I have dried it."

"I have nothing to do after eating, so I'll write on the lid?" Chen Laoshi rubbed his hands and came out of the room, pumping the air conditioner, making a slight sound: "It's so cold, my hands are frozen."

Only then did Chen Zairong remember that Chen Wanrong had not answered his question: "Brother, what words do you want to write?"

Chen Wanrong raised the lid and pointed it on the lid: "Write the four words 'Chen's Chemical' at this position, the font should be larger. Write the two words 'tanner' at this position below, the font should be smaller, and it should not be more conspicuous than the four words 'Chen's Chemical'."

Chen Laoshi and Chen Wangshi became confused when they heard the word "chemical" and rolled their eyes and didn't speak.

"Chen means brother, what does chemical industry mean?" Chen Zairong also didn't understand what chemical industry is, so he asked: "Brother, can you tell me what you know?"

Chen Wanrong corrected him: "Zai Rong, you are wrong. Chen is not referring to me, but to our surname. Chemical engineering is a method of turning one thing into another, such as making leather, turning leather into leather is a chemical method."

If they interpret it according to the current definition of professional terms, they will definitely be confused and it will be as simple as possible to understand.

"Wanrong, are the stones grown in the water chemicals? This is what you made today." Chen Laoshi rolled his eyes and touched his forehead, as if he understood a little.

His brains were not slow, and Chen Wanrong was very sure: "Dad, that's right, this is chemical engineering."

"Chen's Chemical is our chemical industry. Wanrong, is that what it means?" Chen Wang also understood a little.

Chen Wanrong was very sure: "Mom, that's what it means."

Chen looked at Chen Zairong honestly, crossed his legs, and began to assign tasks: "Zairong, you should write your handwriting well. You are writing our surname. If you don't write it well, it will be an insult to the ancestors."

Look at him like that, it’s really like the leader giving instructions, and Chen Wanrong was secretly amused.

"Dad, I know if you don't say it, let's see." Chen Zairong complained, took out the pen and inkstone from the linen bag with patches, and began to grind the ink.

Looking at Chen Zairong's patched schoolbag, Chen Wanrong remembered the broken schoolbag he used to go to school. The patches were layered and thicker than cowhide, and a feeling of familiarity and warmth in his heart.

The lid was already dry, and Chen Wanrong put it on the table. Chen Laoshi and Chen Wangshi, who were driven by curiosity, did not feel cold anymore. They surrounded the table and stretched their necks, waiting to witness the birth of "Chen's Chemical Industry".

After grinding the ink well, Chen Zairong brought his pen in his hand, dipped it in thick ink, slung his wrist and stroked his brush, and wrote the word "Chen" on the lid. The frame is strict and the structure is appropriate, which is a good word. It is a pity that the strength is insufficient, but the strength must be cultivated after years of training, and it is impossible to be anxious.

However, Chen Wanrong, who has written fountain pens for more than 20 years, was still stunned and secretly praised it. After all, it was written by ancient people. It has a lot of ancient style and charm, and it cannot be learned even if you want to learn it. In modern society, it can be swept away with this ancient charm.

When Chen Zairong finished writing the four words "Chen's Chemical Industry", the font size was even and arranged neatly, which was quite beautiful. Chen Wanrong secretly praised it.

"Good words, good words!" Chen Chen looked at these four words in a honest manner and couldn't help but exclaim. It was really delightful that his beloved son had such good words and his face was shining.

Chen Wangshi gave him a blank look: "You have never read a book, why do you know how to write well? Don't talk nonsense."

"Can the words written by Zai Rong be worse?" Chen Laoshi's happiness remained unabated.

Looking at his appearance of pretending to understand, Chen Wanrong couldn't help but smile.

"Dad, stop praising me. When you praise me, I will get goose bumps on my back. If you want to talk about playing with a knife, no one in our school is my opponent, but when it comes to writing, there are a few more people better than me. My writing is not strong enough, so I have to practice it well." Chen Zairong evaluated his writing objectively.

With a big stroke, the word tanning agent can be written. It is smaller than the four words "Chen's Chemical Industry", and his understanding is good and fully meets Chen Wanrong's requirements.

"Wanrong, what's the point of writing this word?" Chen Wangshi looked at the lid and asked in confusion.

Chen Wanrong explained: "Mom, everyone must have a name, and of course the things I sell must also have a name and a surname. Otherwise, who would know that this thing was sold by me, and maybe it was sold by Acai and Adog."

This is how the brand effect in modern society comes from. Chen Wanrong now has no idea of ​​building a brand, but having a name always makes people remember himself and his products, which is very beneficial for doing business.

Chen Wanrong is still striving for "get rid of poverty and become rich". He never thought that the four-character "Chen's Chemical Industry" would become famous all over the world and become a role model in the minds of the Tang people.

The world-renowned "Chen Chemical Industry" was born under such circumstances. It was born in a thatched hut, but the inscription was a student without any fame. After Chen Wanrong's efforts, Chen's Chemical Industry achieved great success, and the story of Chen Wanrong starting a business from scratch became a good story and was widely circulated in the Tang Dynasty.

Sima Chengzhen, a famous alchemist who was highly praised by Emperor Ruizong of Tang and Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and had an indissoluble bond with the great poet Li Bai, lamenting the wonder of chemical engineering "it was passed down to the Wanrong chemical technology, and it was a magical immortal." Chen Wanrong's evaluation of this sentence was "Chemistry was developed from alchemy, so it is naturally more wonderful than alchemy. What's so strange about this?"

"It's dark, is the meal ready?" Chen Laoshi urged again.

"You're just hungry?" Chen Wang said dissatisfiedly: "Carry out quickly, clean up, and have a meal."

Chen Wanrong poured the tanning agent into the wooden barrel, covered it with a lid, and moved it to the wall and placed it. Today's task was successfully completed.

By the time Chen Wanrong put the bucket, Chen Wangshi and Chen Zairong had already brought out the dishes, a portion of braised pork ribs, a portion of braised pork, and black fungus shredded pork, two side dishes, exuding an attractive aroma.

"Get a few more bowls." Chen Laoshi came out of the house with the wine jar in his arms: "Drink some of them."

He was in a good mood today. First, not only did Chen Zairong's military storm resolve it, but he was quite filial. He gave him medicine. Although he was young, he made him happy. Second, Chen Wanrong's performance today was very different from before. It was very eye-catching, and he was shrewd everywhere and superior in everything. Chen Laoshi was naturally very happy and had to drink a few drinks.

Chen Zairong trotted into the stove. When he came out, he had four more bowls in his hand and one in front of him. Chen Laoshi sifted four or half bowls of wine, put down the wine jar, and then served the bowl.

Only then did Chen Wanrong remember that he had not given the money to them, so he took out the copper coins from his arms and put them in front of Chen Wangshi: "Mom, this is a bucket of money. Today, I sold 120 cents each."

"One hundred and twenty cents? It was the price before. I had to put it on him again and again, but I didn't make any profit. Wanrong, you did it well!" This was a very satisfying thing for Chen honestly. As Chen Wanrong expected, he had to drink a few more glasses, picked up the wine jar, sifted some in Chen Wanrong's bowl until it was almost overflowing before stopping, and then sifted a full bowl in his own bowl.

"Okay, okay. You see, it's all leaking out, what a pity!" Chen Wang kept shouting.

After a pause, Chen Wang asked strangely again: "Old man, is the sun coming out from the west today? In the past, you always put the jar in front of Wanrong and said you would drink it and pour it yourself. Today you pour so much?"

Chen Houshi put the wine jar on his face and said, "Do you think it's too little? Still want it?"

"Go!" Chen Wang scolded: "Improper!"

Chen Laoshi brought the bowl: "Wanrong, drink! No matter how lucky you are, you drink too! You drink too!" The last sentence was said to Chen Wangshi.

"Dad, mom, you drink!" Chen Wanrong held back his laughter, picked up the bowl and took a sip.

Chen Laoshi picked up the bowl and drank it all in one breath. He put it on and wiped his mouth, feeling very comfortable: "Drink it! I'll drink it today!"

"It's okay if you have something to do, what's the point of drinking so much?" Chen Wang's face sank and he complained.

"I haven't been so happy for a long time, so I have to make a fuss." Chen Laoshi's face shone on, and he planned to stay drunk.
Chapter completed!