A piece of paper

Chapter 18
Xian Jin lived up to his promise, staying in the private room on the second floor of the Changqiao Guild Hall for five consecutive days.

On the first day, only one person came, a restaurant named "Xiaodaoxiang" in Jingxian County, who signed Zhu Gangli's name "Zhu Gangli" on the voucher in a flying manner.

Xianjin:.
She is really good at pinching and calculating, and she is a prophet.

"Officer Zhu came to our place to drink three times, and made a total of two shillings on credit. Chen Ji's people will not renege on the debt, and we have never urged the debt."

The visitor was only fifteen or sixteen years old, white-faced, and timid, "But two days ago, my father was ill and the restaurant couldn't open, so my mother rummaged through the boxes to find out this certificate."

commit a sin.

What a sin!

Xian Jin's face turned cold, and he was as straight as a washboard. He took the voucher from the young man with both hands, and paid him the usury interest of two points per month. He signed the form and handed it to Mrs. Zhang, who fetched a small scale for it. Out of broken silver, both hands offered to the young man.

"Hurry up and get a doctor and get medicine for your father."

Xian Jin said sincerely, "Sorry, we are late."

The boy's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he took the broken silver in one hand, and handed the certificate to Xian Jin in the other.

With the successful case of "Xiaodaoxiang", more and more people came on the second day and the third day. There were small traders in the city of Jing County who were owed by Chen Ji, and there were unlucky buyers who had ordered paper but were sold by Chen Ji infinitely. Home, there are many more products that are clearly designated as first-class products, but those that are obtained are not good enough.
As long as there are real credentials, all payments will be made!

As long as the buyer thinks that the product is not of the right version and the name is not worthy of the name, well, please bring the remaining paper and refund the full amount immediately; if the paper is used up, just show the purchase receipt and immediately send Mrs. Zhang back to the shop to get paper of equal quality to make up for it. return!

People who can afford Chen Ji these days won't be able to steal two pieces of paper from you.

People are still willing to come to complain and want to exchange, which shows that there is still a sliver of trust in your brand.

Those who are really disappointed, directly pull the blacklist, and don't even think about taking another copper from his bag.

This is Jing County!
Ten miles long street, eight companies make paper.

It's just that the Chen family got up early, Mrs. Qu was courageous, and quickly expanded several shops at the cost of basically leaving no cash in the account, and taking advantage of the wind of the Chen family, the property is bigger than those small workshops.

If it is true that the quality of paper is different from heaven and earth, it is actually not bad.

Ordinary people can't afford products that are really different and can show the Chen family's excellent papermaking skills.

The same is true for selling things. The goods at the top of the pyramid are bought by the people at the top of the pyramid, and basically do not flow into the market; Battleground.

What's more, the Chen family sells paper.

In this day and age, who needs paper?
student.

Those who can afford to support scholars must at least have some surplus food in their families.

This is the middle of the market.

Judging from the situation in the past five days, the Chen family's shoddy behavior is about to offend the middle of the market!

Not to mention the entrance of the market - the supplier of raw materials, the three-inch-high bills of payment in arrears roughly add up to more than five hundred taels, and the longest one has been delayed for three full years!The smallest sum dragged on was only two taels of silver!

Two taels of silver!
You have to drag two taels of silver!
Why don't you die!Damn capitalism!

Xian Jin and Director Dong cleared the day's accounts every day until early in the morning, and continued to reconcile and withdraw the accounts the next day with dark circles under their eyes, and the money in the tray gradually bottomed out.

Director Dong didn't know how to figure out the abacus, so he fiddled with the twenty pitiful little sticks here and there, and complained to Xian Jin with a sad face, ". The debt is 800 one taels, and the refund is 100 five taels, and the rest."

Xian Jin leaned back, feeling weak, "It's minus 76 taels."

This money is supplemented by the cash on the books of the workshop.

In the past few days, Xian Jin received his work early in the morning, and went back to the shop to collect the cash on the books.

I have never seen such a poor account.

A shop with seven or eight clerks has only 78 taels of silver on the books.

After making up for the gap in the Changqiao Guild Hall, Chen Ji, a private enterprise in Jingxian County that has flourished for [-] years, crossed out of the township and entered the city, and is known as the Shuangshu of Jingxian County along with Qingcheng Academy, currently has a cash book of one tael and one yuan.

It's auspicious.

Xian Jin seriously doubted that there was more cash in the account of the Yuntun shop next door than this.

How much is one tael? 770 yuan.

Director Dong was about to laugh angrily, his eyes drooped down, and the corners of his mouth turned up, "In ten days or so it will be the first lunar month, with one tax a year, the red seal on New Year's Eve, the rent of the house for the coming year, and the pounding and vegetation that need to be replaced every year in the workshop. Roughly counting, at least a few hundred taels."

The house of Chen Ji Paper Shop was actually rented?
Is this Chen Ji's headquarters?
The Chen family didn't buy the old position?

Xian Jin raised his eyebrows.

Steward Dong cleverly grasped the change in Xian Jin's expression, maintained a wry smile, and said cryptically, "...that shop is the private property of the yamen, and cannot be bought or sold."

Xian Jin: Oh.

Another form of tax.

It's just that this "tax" directly benefits the officials of the local yamen.

This has to be paid.

Merchants must be sensible so as not to be cut off.

Xian Jin frowned, turned the abacus upright, the beads of the abacus fell one by one, Xian Jin changed the direction of the abacus again, the beads of the abacus fell to the other side again.

Needless to say, the sound is quite relaxing.

Director Dong was bored, "Don't worry too much, the old lady sent the third master to Jing County, so he wouldn't really be driven to desperation. It's only a few hundred taels of silver, so ask the third master to write a letter back. Mother and son are soft, how much do you want?"

Xian Jin shook his head, "I didn't think about that."

"Then what are you thinking about?" Director Dong asked.

Xian Jin smiled, turned the abacus across, and the beads of the abacus finally went where they should go.

"I'm thinking about how much money I should extort."
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One of the "two idiots" in Chen Fu's mouth, Zhu Ersha was pacing back and forth in his spacious and bright second entrance courtyard. He was so anxious that he couldn't help himself. With a gloomy face, he came in through the door hunched over.

Zhu Gangman rushed up to meet him, and shed tears before saying a word, "That hoof"

Thinking of the pen tip that reached my throat a few days ago.

"That oil bottle is too much!"

While crying, Zhu Ganglian took out the note in his hand, "The dog delivered it on Tuesday morning, please take a look!"

Master Chen Liu took the note and narrowed his eyes.

The note reads:

"The law of the Great Wei states that those who take bribes and misappropriate private property will receive fifty sticks and a thirty-year sentence."

There are words on the back of the note.

Master Chen Liu turned his face.

"With 1000 taels of silver within three days, you can buy fifty sticks for thirty years; within five days the price rises to 200 taels; after five days, if you don't see the silver, it's convenient to see you in prison."

Fifty sticks.
He is dead already!
Don't meet him in prison, let's meet you at the mass grave!
Zhu Ganglu cried, "Sixth Master, let me run away? How can I have 1000 taels! I sold this house and myself, but I still can't raise enough money!"

run?
What a run!
The population of the Wei Dynasty was strictly controlled, and ten households constituted one mile. To enter and exit the city gates, you needed guides, and even a list from your business, family, or Lizheng was required to let you go.

The 1000 taels, plus the 800 taels they paid before, happened to be the private houses they had taken from the shop in the past five or six years, plus two points of interest.

(End of this chapter)