A piece of paper

Chapter 202 Conceptual fit
On a dark and windy night, there was a knock on the door of Magistrate Xiong.

The old concierge stuck his head out angrily as his peaceful dream was disturbed.

Zhen Sanlang's father came to the door in person, wrapped in a fox fur cloak, with a large vat of soft mutton soup behind him.

Zhen Sanlang's father wrapped his fox fur cloak tightly, nodded and smiled flatteringly at the concierge of the Prefect Xiong, "Eating sheep in the early winter will keep you warm all winter. This bucket of mutton is special. It grows on the rocks and eats herbs from the mountains. The skin is glutinous and the meat is tender." After staying up all afternoon, I just sprinkled in a tiny bit of salt. It was so fresh that I wanted to bite off my tongue. A few adults worked hard at night, how about sharing this bucket of mutton soup to warm themselves? "

Zhen Sanlang bowed his waist, raised the whites of his eyes, and looked a little confused.

The concierge opened the door crack wider to accommodate the mutton soup.

The mutton soup made the concierge look better.

Father Zhen quickly arched his back with a smile and stuffed the things tightly wrapped in brown paper behind him through the widened door crack, "Sir, please be sure to pass this thing to Mr. Xiong, he will definitely like it! "

"What is it?" the concierge asked hoarsely.

Father Zhen hurriedly said, "Today, Miss Xiong wanted to buy the rice paper that failed, but my unlucky Yao'er accidentally got it."

The concierge nodded thoughtfully and opened the crack in the door wider.

Father Zhen perked up and hurriedly stuffed a heavy sachet along the brown paper, "My surname is Zhen, my first name is Qian. I am a salt vendor at Longchuan River Pier. This sachet invites you to eat meat." Drink, eat and drink!”

The concierge was like a black hole. With two hands stretched out, it instantly swallowed up all the gifts within a radius of three meters from the concierge.

Seeing that the concierge had collected the things, Father Zhen bowed out with a flattering smile.

Zhen Sanlang glanced at the closed doorman and muttered, "How many doormen are worthy of being called adults?"

Zhen's father slapped Ni Zi on the back of his neck with a big slap, "The seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door! This prefect's concierge is very knowledgeable! Who can get a notification from the inner court! Who can send things to the light of day!" Whose things dare to collect! Whose things do not dare to collect! Who is diligent! Who is suddenly alienated! One porter can talk about half of the officialdom of Xuancheng Mansion! Do you think he is an adult!? "

Zhen Sanlang screamed, covering his helpless neck, like a free-range chicken whose wings were grabbed, "What if he swallows what we gave him?"

Father Zhen grabbed the chicken by the neck and said, "I traveled all over the country to help you study more, but you choose to ride a pig! The concierge wants a full meal, not a full meal! You feed the concierge first, and he also Can I eat it secretly?"

Zhen Sanlang shook his shoulders, "Can this thing we sent you reach Master Xiong?"

Father Zhen looked back at the tightly closed five-row door, tilted his beard, and said with a smile, "Miss Xiong has always been low-key and introverted, and usually doesn't express her likes. What does it mean when she takes action in public? Doesn't it mean that? Master Xiong, do you want it!? I understand this, but doesn’t the concierge understand? Does the concierge still dare to withhold that thing? "

After a pause, he hooked his neck and dragged his son away, "Whether we can get the air ticket to the Eastern Duanhe River or not, it depends on whether the brothers can drink wine and eat meat in the next three years! Let's go! Eat. Go eat the mutton and drink it! You stupid bitch still has some luck!"

Ten days later, flight tickets for the eastern section of Longchuan River will be issued.

Zhen Kee Salt's name was impressively added to the list.

Zhen's father was overjoyed and hugged Sanzi's dog's head with a friendly attitude, "Does the back of your neck still hurt after being beaten?"

Zhen Sanlang: Thank you, dad. The physical scars have long since healed, but the mental scars do not accept any compensation other than an increase in pocket money.

At the same time, the exhibition series of "Chen Ji" engraved silk classics of mountains and seas has ended.

After five days, ten to twenty engraved silk paintings of the Classic of Mountains and Seas were auctioned every day.

The candles in Huajian Tang, which was used as an auction site, were removed, the palace lanterns were taken back, the real flowers and the velvet flowers, the real flowers withered, but the velvet flowers were properly collected, so that they can be dazzling again next time.

"Fubai" resumes daily business.

On the first day, the shop was packed with customers, all coming for the famous Xuancheng-made rice paper with Chinese classics of mountains and seas on it.

"I want two knives of nine-tailed foxes carved on silk and painted on rice paper." The visitor was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old. Her arrogant appearance was worthy of the gilded ruffles with glazed wealth patterns looming between the skirts.

Xian Jin smiled and carefully read a few pages behind the counter with a sincere attitude, "I'm really sorry, it's out of stock."

The little girl was stunned, "Then I want deer fish." Xianjin turned a few more pages and said, "Sorry, we don't have any in stock either."

The little girl frowned and said, "Then the four-cornered Fu Zhu!"

Xian Jin didn't even bother to look through it, so he said directly, "It's also out of stock."

The little girl frowned and finally vented her emotions completely, "Why is there nothing in stock!? You don't want to sell it! What kind of tricks are you doing when you open the door for business!? I took a carriage for a day from Huai'an Mansion next door, My waist is almost broken! I don’t care! Find it for me! I want the nine-tailed fox! I want the deer and fish! I want the husband!"

What little girl doesn’t want these three mythical beasts from the Mountains and Seas?These three are the hottest IPs that Xian Jin has screened and screened and selected again and again!He's cute, cute, and extremely powerful!
Xian Jin smiled and said, "I'm sorry, we're doing it for free. The exhibits are only available once sold out. If you really want it, you can ask which households bought the rice paper and see if they can Are you willing to give up your love?"

Just one cut? !
Just make one cut? !
The little girl wanted it even more.

But it is not realistic to find someone to buy and sell.

Most of the people who can take photos of the exhibits are rich or noble, so how can they be willing to sell them casually? Even if they add money, it is probably very difficult!
The little girl stood in front of the chest of drawers, her head bowed and hesitating.

Seeing this, Xianjin added with a smile, "However, we still have some rice paper with carved silk and pictures that are not on display - the designs of onion deaf, soil mole, and stingray are also very well-behaved. Do you want to take a knife with you?"

One is like a sheep, one is like an ant, and the other is a fat fish. How can they compare to the exquisiteness of the nine-tailed fox?
The little girl hesitated, then thought for a moment and said, "These only have one pattern, one knife?"

Xianjin smiled and nodded, "Yes, a unique rice paper, given to the unique you."

gift?

They don’t spend any money! ?
The facial features of Tuesday Dog, who was acting as a facade, almost twitched.

The shopkeeper is really awesome.In broad daylight, the sky is clear and the sun is clear, so lies come out of your mouth.

He didn't envy her at all the money she earned.

The little girl was quite moved, she lowered her head and thought for a moment, "Then give me a knife of Wenyao fish."

Sometimes, after looking at the fat fish for a long time, it is still pretty and pretty - at least better than ants, right?

Xian Jin nodded, opened the book, licked the ink with a soft pen, and asked softly, "May I ask your surname? What is your family rank?"

"My surname is Shi." The little girl looked over and said, "I am the fourth member of my family."

Xianjin frowned and looked through it, then pursed his lips and asked doubtfully, "You haven't bought rice paper at Fubai's?"

Shi Siniang was stunned and shook her head, not knowing why, and said, "I, my home is in Huai'an Mansion."

Xianjin put down his soft brush with some regret and said with great respect, "I'm really sorry, the rice paper with engraved Shan Hai Jing series is precious and rare. We only provide it to customers who have been very consistent with the concept of 'floating white' in the past."

What do you mean?
Shi Siniang was completely confused.

What is a guest officer who is very consistent with the concept of "floating white"?

She fits it!

She is rich!

How does she not fit in? !

　May there be no hunger marketing in the world, Amen.

　　Who said "distribution" in the book review section yesterday?

　　Please consciously go to the V letter book club to receive red envelopes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)