A piece of paper

"How many pieces of paper have been broken?"

"Ten knives"

"How much money did he pay you?" Magistrate Xiong pointed out a point in Bai Dalang's words, "Didn't he take the money check on the counter?"

"I took two silver notes. One silver note is 100 taels," Mr. Bai said hesitantly.

Magistrate Xiong smiled and continued to ask, "How much do you sell a piece of paper for?"

Mr. Bai shrank his neck and said, "Three taels of silver."

Magistrate Xiong pursed his lips and moved his beard all over the mountains and plains, expressing the central idea that he didn't quite understand.

Bai Dalang rushed out and said, "That's because we sell it cheaply! If you put it in Chen Ji's 'Fubai' shop, it only costs 30 to [-] taels, how can you get it!?"

Mr. Bai hurriedly bumped into his eldest son who was not thinking well!
It's okay for Bai Ji to copy Chen Ji's goods.

Chen Ji didn’t dare to say that this engraved rice paper with pictures can only be sold by his family, and others can’t make it and sell it, right?

Now that Baiji is made, Baiji can be sold.

Isn't it against the law? !
Makes sense? !
But this is true, but the truth behind it is like the shit on the street that is sprinkled with sugar. From a distance, it looks like a pure white snow ball. If you have to pick it up with a stick, doesn't it make people see that it is actually a piece of shit? ? !
Once the facts are revealed, how can they still act like perfect victims?

Mr. Bai hurriedly made amends, "The money is a trivial matter, but he rushed into Baiji with a dagger and really shocked the customers in the shop! This is a big deal!"

The father and son realized that they had spoken clearly. They knelt down and lowered their heads. They saw the bright green bricks in the hall.

Not to mention, in this late autumn and early winter day, it is really cold after kneeling for a long time.

Mr. Bai waited for a long time but did not hear what Magistrate Xiong said. He moved his knees uneasily and had several thoughts in his mind: The only niece in Mr. Xiong's family is said to be very close to Mr. Chen Ji's shopkeeper He. , Cui Heng, the magistrate of Jingxian County who was married, was on good terms with Erlang of Chen's family. A few days ago, the Xiong family girls even held a banquet and invited Hengji and Chen Ji, but did not invite Baiji's girl.
Furthermore, next year, the Chen family's second son, Fang Erlang, will be paying filial piety. The filial piety period will be held in August and the autumn examination will be held in October. If he passes the exam, wouldn't Master Xiong value the Chen family more?

They came to make a fuss today to set the tone.

If Lord Xiong never mentions the Bai family's copying of the Chen family's designs and goods samples, but only takes them lightly, then it will be easier for them to do business in the future, right?
This is also using Master Xiong’s attitude to seal the Chen family’s mouth!

Magistrate Xiong remained silent.

The pressure from the top leader of the fourth rank made the Bai family father and son break into cold sweats.

Just when Bai Dalang couldn't bear it anymore, Magistrate Xiong finally spoke.

"I have a few of Chen Ji's rice paper with carved silk and pictures on it. They look good and very elegant. It's a pity to have ink on them. They are suitable for collection and heirlooms."

Magistrate Xiong spoke as if chatting, but the Bai family was frightened: This evaluation is very high, heirloom!collect!
Magistrate Xiong waved his hand, as if to brush off what he just said, "It's useless even if you go to the Yamen to beat drums and complain, he didn't hurt anyone, and he didn't hurt any money. He also paid for the paper he chopped. Money is considered compensation—here, which law do you want me to use to punish him?"

Magistrate Xiong leaned over and took out a well-thumbed book from the small cabinet beside the table and handed it to Mr. Bai. "Read it yourself. Which law do you want to use to punish him? I will listen to you."

How dare Mr. Bai answer it? He trembled and shook his head, "No, no, ordinary people don't have this ability."

Magistrate Xiong smiled and clasped the "Law of the Great Wei" with his backhand, "How about you go find Master Cheng of Shuntian Prefecture? He is well-informed and has lived in Shuntian Prefecture for a long time. He must know that you are His father-in-law is dead, and there is nothing he won’t do without his help.”

Bai Dalang put his hands on the ground: Is it his imagination?Why did he feel that Magistrate Xiong was speaking sarcastically?Mr. Bai lowered his head and said hurriedly, "No, no, no! Zhao'er is just an aunt. Common people don't have such great blessings, so they dare to be the father-in-law of the Prime Minister of Shuntian Mansion!"

Magistrate Xiong's smile faded and he took back the "Laws of the Wei Dynasty". He saw the two father and son kneeling together and never shouted. His voice was cold and solemn, "I am an official of the imperial court. If guilty, he will be punished. If not guilty, he will be released. According to the Follow the laws and regulations, and never dare to bend the law for personal gain. No matter whether you have a daughter as a wife or a concubine, I only know the law and have no understanding of human feelings."

Bai Dalang trembled.

Mr. Bai bit his lip and did not dare to speak for a long time.

Magistrate Xiong changed the topic, and his tone changed from serious to casual, "But that brat Saburo has always been a rough guy. He grew up crawling around on the pier, fighting naked with bandits in the water, Boss Bai, do you expect him?" How much do you know? How much etiquette do you know? He bought the good things with the money he earned with his life on the edge of the knife, but you sold them at a low price. How can he not be angry? "

Mr. Bai lowered his head with a livid face.

Boss Sanlang Bai
There are differences in terms of titles!

Mr. Bai gritted his back teeth, "Then, let him do it?!"

Magistrate Xiong smiled and leaned on the Taishi chair, "What should I do? Boss Bai, please tell me."

Of course he was punished severely!
Tell him not to do it again!

Otherwise, how could their Bai family sell cut silk rice paper with pictures!

Bai Dalang opened his mouth and tried to blurt out, but Master Bai grabbed him.

Governor Xiong has already shown his attitude!

It’s just that this attitude is not conducive to their family!
Mr. Bai lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly.

In the flower room next to the main room, a gentle and quiet silhouette is cast on the window lattice.

Magistrate Xiong sped up the progress, "Since you can't tell me, then this matter will be reduced to a big deal and a trivial matter. Naturally, I will also beat the Zhen family's place. Boss Bai can rest assured that they are among the best in Xuancheng Prefecture." As a merchant, I will not be partial, and there is no need to be partial."

Mr. Bai responded repeatedly and took his son out.

As soon as he left the government office, Bai Dalang asked anxiously, "Dad, what do you mean by Mr. Xiong? Can we still sell our engraved silk brochures?"

"Sell! Sell it!" Mr. Bai straightened his arched back and looked back at the big word "bear" on the lantern hanging on the eaves. "Master Xiong made it clear that he doesn't care - our store can withstand the scrutiny of How many times have you been called to your home?! Zhen Sanlang has such a cruel face that the long-gown scholar in the shop is trembling with fear. If this happens again, who will come to buy paper!?"

Bai Dalang stamped his feet, "Then let the Chen family make this big money!?"

Mr. Bai swept his wide sleeves behind him and sneered, "If we don't do it, someone will eventually do it. They will stop us from doing it. When the rice paper with paintings becomes popular among the people, everyone will figure out what the craft is, and dozens of small workshops will work together." Let's see who the Zhen family will beat! Let's see if Mr. Xiong can protect him!"

In the hall of Magistrate Xiong.

The silhouette outside the window lattice enters the inner hall.

Mrs. Xiong, Mrs. Zhou, handed over a cup of warm tea made from Luo Han Guo, "You rarely support businessmen."

Thinking of Chen Ji's neat and clean little girl, Zhou couldn't help but smile, "But Shopkeeper He is really lovable."