A piece of paper

Xian Jin walked back, and Suo'er muttered, "My colleague is jealous, why did you give it to her?"

Huahua was eating white sugar popcorn, her mouth was full, and she slurred, "A single tree cannot make a forest. The rice paper is not the rice paper of Xuancheng Prefecture, nor the rice paper of Nanzhili. It is everyone's rice paper, it is the rice paper of Da'an." Wei’s rice paper.”

Suo'er didn't quite understand and frowned, "Huh?".

Huahua swallowed the sugar popcorn and said in a happy way, "In other words, we can make the entire Wei Dynasty's money."

Xian Jin stopped, hugged Huatou in surprise and joy, and kissed her twice fiercely, "Who taught you this!"

Although being kissed fiercely by Xian Jin made people happy, Huahua struggled to rescue Sugar Corn Flower from Xian Jin's bear hug, struggled to squeeze her head out of the gap, and took a deep breath of the long-lost air before she was weak. He said weakly, "Don't everyone know this?"

my darling!
Xianjin burst into tears.

My mother’s love for you is not in vain!

When it comes to money, I become smarter!
The next day, the wind came from the northeast and was blocked by the peaks of Jingting Mountain. It turned into two weak winter winds carrying the cold air of the mountains.

After noon, in the east of Xuancheng City, the sound of 81 firecrackers went off in front of the original mulberry paper workshop. The red paper was blown up into the air. Suo'er and Zhang's mother were carrying a piece of paper with joy on their faces. He handed out candies in a basket to the children who were watching the fun, and they were surrounded by three levels of people watching.

Mrs. Qu happily wore a long crimson satin tweed coat, a pleated skirt with Wanfu patterns of the same color but slightly darker, and a brighter crimson bright silk jacket. The whole look was that of Qu. The old lady dreams of becoming an official wife.

The girls and neighbors around me all said auspicious words: "Your family has a God of Wealth from the sky! The third child is not very capable, but his daughter is very capable! I heard that Master Xiong is coming today?"

Mrs. Qu happily smiled like a chrysanthemum, "Mr. Xiong has so many things to do, how can he have time to deal with our small business? His only niece came and said that she will marry back to Jing County in the future. One day spent in Xuancheng Mansion will be less than one day."

The neighbors at the east entrance of the city exclaimed, "You even know where Magistrate Xiong's niece is going to marry?!"

Mrs. Qu smiled so hard that she couldn't see. "Why don't you know? The person I married, Mr. Cui, the magistrate of Jingxian County, passed the Geng Tie ceremony on both sides. Mr. Cui also took good care of our Chen family. At the end of last year, our second son and Mr. Cui Let’s write articles together.”

The neighbors were amazed and envious, "Hey! Your Chen family has a shopkeeper He, and then you have Chen Erlang. You are really lucky that you can't escape."

Mrs. Qu's eyes moved to Xian Jin, who was standing at the foot of the steps with her hands behind her back: amidst the adulation from all sides, this was the most pleasing day to her in the past few months.

Geng Luo fell at a steady speed, Xian Jin paid attention to the time, and when the auspicious time came, Xian Jin respectfully handed the corner of the red cloth covered with the plaque to Mrs. Qu's hand.

Mrs. Qu nodded to Xianjin with satisfaction and pulled hard again!
The word "Fubai" finally reveals its true face!
The font is upright and upright, and the strokes are round and clumsy.

Chen Jianfang also stood at the foot of the steps, tilting his head slightly, and his eyes penetrated into the little girl's raised chin, straight nose and sparkling eyes.

She was looking at his words proudly, intently, and intently.

Chen Jianfang's palms became sweaty, he lowered his head and said softly, "Why did you choose this painting in the end?"

This painting was too rigid and lacked any sharpness or edges. He was actually not satisfied with it.

He practiced the cursive writing of the word "Fubai" for more than a month, and finally he wrote a calligraphy that suited his wishes, was completely different from his nature, and was somewhat flamboyant.

It's a pity that Xian Jin didn't seem to choose that one.

Xian Jin pursed his lips and smiled, "Most of the people who come in and out of this shop are elderly scholars, businessmen who like elegance, or boudoir ladies who have a long-lasting family fortune - using more formal words will please them more. "

After Chen Jianfang thought for a moment, he smiled and said, "What you said makes sense." Looking at the plaque again, in addition to the word "Fubai", there was also a small seal engraved with another exquisite and lovely scroll pattern. and a deformation of the Chinese character "Chen". Only later did I realize that this seal pattern was found in many places in the store.

Chen Jianfang asked in a low voice, "Did you carve this seal?"

Xian Jin was slightly stunned, "I don't know, the teacher never taught me." Okay, let's go play.
Chen Jianfang smiled unconsciously, finding Xianjin's sudden confusion in his eyes amusing.

Xian Jin explained, "I spent 31 taels of silver and asked Sun Xiucai from the west of the city to engrave it. It is the logo of the Chen family."

The two of them were not far apart at the foot of the steps, but the distance could not be called close.

Aunt Qu, who was behind Mrs. Qu, could see some subtleties in the conversation between the two for no apparent reason.

Aunt Qu glanced at Mrs. Qu warily.

Fortunately.

This little old lady is still immersed in the false flattery of others and cannot extricate herself.

Aunt Qu rubbed her eyes and cast her gaze further, but she felt that the two people were standing far apart, one on the left and the other on the right. How could there be any charm at all?
Maybe it was because I read the love story book too late last night, so I saw that everyone was in love. Now the black-green Aunt Qu thought: Besides, who dares to seduce the little old lady under the nose? Mr. Erlang?Is it because your skin is too tightly glued?Or do you think that your life is too tough to match the life and death book of King Yama?

Aunt Qu shook her head: If I were to find some husband's sword to chop at the guests tonight, I would have to return to reality.

While Mrs. Qu pulled away the red cloth, the "white" door slowly opened from the inside. Dozens of half-person-high candles were burning in rows, and the beating flames were covered by piles of colorful autumn leaves. The flowers are tightly surrounded, the lobby is opened, and the three main rooms are combined into one, which is spacious and deep.

Twenty glass boxes arranged in an orderly manner stand on finely polished bluestone piers.

Each glass box is as long and as wide as a brick. There are two rows and two columns of candles placed outside the glass box. Under the shining light, the papers placed in the glass box seem to be covered. A layer of bright golden light.

Each piece of paper has Chen Kee’s logo of a cute little scroll symbol printed on the side.

After everyone checked the thin wooden signs at the door, they entered one after another.

Almost all the rich and powerful households in Xuancheng Mansion have arrived.

There was an old man with a goatee in a long robe and the attire of a scholar. He looked closer and said loudly in surprise, "There are paintings in the paper! They are endless mountains! There are paintings hidden in this paper!"

Xian Jin's voice sounded at the right time, "Today, for the first exhibition of 'Fubai', we will engrave the Classic of Mountains and Seas!"

"It's Kunlun! This mountain is Kunlun!" The old man understood, and then quickly walked towards another glass box and said excitedly, "There is a deer fish hidden in this piece of paper. The deer fish is more than two feet long, has horns, and legs like Human feet, from the Three Kingdoms!"

The Classic of Mountains and Seas is the largest IP in the world. I'm sorry to the original author. I can't co-brand it with you commercially. I'll give you a share of the profits.

Xian Jin smiled and said, "Yes, it's a deer fish."

The old man was very excited. He was standing in front of the glass cover and seemed to suddenly remember something, "How to sell it! Is this paper for sale!?"

Xian Jin pursed his lips and smiled, with a sly look in his eyes, "Sell it. When you open a business, you have to buy and sell."

"How much is the asking price?!" the old man asked again.

The corner of Xian Jin's lips curled up very politely, "Tomorrow at noon, there will be an auction at Fubai Huajian Hall. With a thin wooden sign to enter, the twenty pieces of silk-cut Shan Hai Jing rice paper on display today will be sold equally."

"Auction!?" The old man was puzzled.

Xianjin kindly answered the question, "At auction, the same exhibit will be sold to the one with the highest price."

I feel like I’m about to become the focus of Qidian’s female channel review sisters. The key is that I haven’t even started doing color yet.