A piece of paper

Chen Jianfang was busy, and Chen Fu was not idle either.

Xiao Fu, Ai Suida, has recently become obsessed with writing "28 Types of Paper in Xuancheng", showing a wealth of theoretical knowledge and the ability to make up the number of words. We spread grass under the scorching sun, scooped up paper in steaming pools, and brushed "three axes" on dry stone slabs.
Xiao Fu and Ai Sui didn’t like it very much. He wrote rice paper sprinkled with gold foil. He wrote about a girl eating watermelon with a silver stick under the sun in June while writing clear words in thin golden style with a soft brush; After the ink is smudged, the extremely thin smelted gold leaf hides in the mountains and rivers like clouds after a heavy rain, revealing the dyed body shyly; it is written that a scholar who is going to Beijing for the exam hides a piece of gold-sprinkled rice paper on his chest, creating the most moving After writing the article, I took this piece of paper to transcribe
The words are very moving, and the writing style is very delicate, telling stories with paper and life with paper.

Xian Jin was dumbfounded.

She thought that Xiao Fu Ai Sui capitalized it as an encyclopedia of traditional arts and crafts, but it turned out that capitalized it was Xiaoqing Xunxin's prose records.

It's like when you visit a certain PO and think you can see a flesh-colored clip, but when you open it, it is written "increasing the amount of postpartum milk for sows - 36 meters".

Xian Jin: It seems absurd at first glance, but it is quite reasonable when you think about it carefully.

Anything that happened to Chen Fu was quite reasonable.

This kind of psychological construction made Xianjin see the cheap father Chen Fu, who was wearing a powder-blue gown, smoothed the pine oil in his hair, had a warm fragrance of water and wood on his body, and had a standard boyish face and dandyish attire. , There is also a weird "so it is" silence.

Xian Jin silently pushed the sample book forward, "Master, for your book, Boss Shang is willing to print 20 copies for you and distribute it at a buyout price of 20 taels. The price is 20 taels and [-] taels to pay."

Xian Jin added, "This price is already very high. Master Qin's "The Domineering Scholar Falls in Love with Me", the starting price is only 20 taels. What level is he? He is the master of the minds of the nine thousand girls in Xuancheng Mansion Overlord, you are selling well for just one copy of "Eighteen Foods in Jing County", the price is good, I suggest you sign it."

With a toothpick in his mouth, Chen Fu squinted at the table with his hands behind his back, and pushed the deed forward, "I've sold this book."

"Sold?" Xian Jin frowned.

Chen Fu nodded, and the toothpick shook with the arc, "It's sold. A few days ago, Xingrongzhai in Xuancheng asked me to make a final copy, 50 copies for 100 taels of silver. If the first [-] copies are sold at the beginning of next year, another [-] copies will be printed." Ben, another [-] taels."

Xian Jin:?
No less shocking than opening a high-H np text and the result is sow postpartum care.

My own cheap father, is he promising?Almighty?Got an appointment?
Xian Jin felt a circle of light flashing behind Chen Fu's powder blue gown.

Xian Jin was stunned and didn't speak for a long time. Chen Fu held a toothpick in his mouth and was in a good mood. After eating and drinking, he said goodbye to Xian Jin, ".I went to Xuancheng Mansion to sign a contract in the past two days, and told Mama Zhang not to be me. meal."

Before Xian Jin came back to his senses, Chen Fu disappeared.

Xian Jin thought about it, and hurriedly chased him out, and quickly asked Guanshi Dong to go with him, "... Please read the deed more, the third master has such a temper, don't be deceived and pay for it."

Chen Jianfang sipped the porridge silently, and wrote down a sentence in the small notebook in his heart: love to manage things, hug hen, only trust yourself and not others, and get angry if others don't obey.

This sentence has been placed at the top by him for a long time, and it is only below the sentence "I like to drink herbal tea and emphasize it".

Due to the absence of both Chen Fu and Dong Guanshi, when Xuancheng came, only Xian Jin was qualified to receive them.

Xian Jin was guarding the shop in Jing County, picking up the abacus beads. It was almost the twelfth lunar month, and he wanted to count the profit and expenditure of this year into the financial statement.

At present, there are only two shops in Jingxian County, and the accounts are very clean on weekdays, which is easy to calculate.

As soon as Xian King Kong raised his head, he saw a middle-aged man in a plain gown with a long round face, pushing the door and entering with just the right touch.

"Guest officer, what do you need?"

After Xian Jin returned to his abacus, he pulled the rag and wiped his hands.

This face looks familiar.

Xian Jin had a smile on his face, his mind was running fast, where did she seem to have seen it?
The visitor greeted Xian Jin with a gentle smile, "Sister Jin, you have only been in Jing County for less than a year, why don't you know your fifth grandfather?"

Xian Jin suddenly realized.

Fifth grandpa.

Chen Laowu and Chen Laoliu, who was taken care of by Xian Jin, were born to the same parents. Chen Fu's uncle Wu is now helping Mrs. Qu and Chen Erye manage the three shops in Xuancheng Mansion.

Xian Jin hurriedly smiled and asked Suo'er to serve tea, and picked up a box and a fruit, "...Look at my memory, when it comes to the end of the year, when all these things come up, I don't care about it, blame me, blame me! "

Chen Laowu sat down cheerfully, his eyes avoiding the account books spread out on the counter.

Such a small move made Xian Jin feel a little more fond of this fifth grandfather who appeared suddenly.

Account books are life, even if Xian Jin's pockets are clean, it doesn't mean she didn't embezzle some money temporarily from the public account, or make up for public account expenses, or give Xiaocao Village and Boss Shang advance wages for the order.

Xian Jin was not willing to let the Xuancheng Mansion see these accounts.

Although the parent company is one, there is a resource competition relationship among the subsidiaries that are separated from it.

Chen Laowu's status in Xuancheng Mansion was higher than that of Dong Guanshi, but it was not as high as Xianjin's extremely free rights in terms of personnel and funds.

Chen Laowu smiled.

The old man smiled, his eyes were crooked, he looked kind and amiable, and his sixth brother, who would want to scrape a little oil when crossing the road with him, was not the same way at all.

"It's your fifth grandpa's fault, I didn't inform you about the temporary diversion." Chen Laowu also spoke softly, making people feel like a spring breeze. "I was going to collect materials on the pasture, and I passed by our hometown, so I wanted to take a look."

Chen Laowu pressed his hands down, "You sit down, you sit down, shopkeeper He can do whatever he needs to do, just treat him as Grandpa Fifth, I'm here to visit."

Xian Jin didn't realize that Chen Lao Wu had changed from "Sister Jin" to "Treasurer He", but felt that the old man was very friendly and spoke in a very orderly manner—woo, I haven't seen such a normal person for a long time The Chen family is gone!
Especially after seeing the pink and blue fashionista Chen Fu in the morning.

People say to sit, but Xian Jin will definitely not sit.

Xian Jin followed behind Chen Laowu and looked around the shop one by one.

Chen Laowu carefully looked at the drawers where the goods were placed, and asked casually while looking, "What kind of paper is the most expensive in our shop now?"

Xian Jin raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's not paper! It's a matts exercise book and a manual account book for twelve solar terms."

Chen Laowu nodded in deep agreement, "I've heard it before...the matts exercise book is an agreement between our family and the government schools and private schools around Jing County, and the delivery is fixed; the twelve-solar-term handbook at the back is not very carefully heard. -"

"What is the price of a single copy? How many copies can be sold in a month? Can our paper production and printing keep up?"