A piece of paper

For a time, paper was not expensive in Luoyang, but in Xuancheng.

Not only are newly produced engraved silk rice papers expensive, but other jade plates, pink paper, gold-sprinkled rice paper, and higher-grade rice papers have all increased in price. Even the red tracing books and handbooks produced by Chen Ji a long time ago have followed suit. One wave.

In just two months, Xuancheng Prefecture’s rice paper achieved a new breakthrough in the ten-year price stability period.

Government offices, paper banks, banks, and paper-making upstream and downstream industries have enjoyed a good year with a lot of money in their pockets, and they are all very happy to see the results.

However, paper is expensive and labor is cheap. People who need to use rice paper to do work and rely on paper to write and draw are naturally affected.

If you are in other places, the situation may not be so difficult. If the price of rice paper rises, then buy other papers. Cheap and convenient bamboo paper, rough workmanship, and quickly integrated mulberry paper are all available. Even if you are short of money, there is a paper Suitable for you - but this is Xuancheng, and other paper has no way to survive here. For example, the dozens of stacks of bamboo paper that Chen Laoliu made in Jingxian workshop at random times, if it were not cut by Xianjin, processed and sold, It's probably still sitting in the warehouse eating ashes.

People who need paper are not only limited to wealthy families, squire and landlords, but also ordinary people like Mr. Huahe who rely on these two pieces of paper and craftsmanship.

As soon as the young man spoke the words, the owner of the small rice paper workshop who was watching the excitement was the first to object, "Oh, yeah! You don't make sense! If you can't afford paper, find your own reasons! If you can't afford it, don't buy it. La! What are you blaming Boss He for?"

No, it's not like that.

Xianjin took a deep breath and suddenly felt that she was guilty - she seemed to have sold a necessity to a price that ordinary people could not afford.

Like sanitary napkins in later generations.

The technology used is getting better and better, and the materials used are getting more advanced and novel. At the same time, the prices are getting more and more expensive, and there are more and more categories, such as night pants, liquid, hypoallergenic, huge length, and ultra-thin.
Manufacturers are working hard to update and iterate products, but no one is making the most common and affordable products anymore.

What should women do who cannot afford big-brand sanitary napkins in supermarkets?
Online shopping only.

Purchase at retail in one, two or three sheets.

There is no brand, no quality assurance, and some are even three-no products.
Who can blame this?

Enterprises seek profits, and the quality should be worthy of the price, rather than being inflated;
Manufacturers seek innovation, meet better expectations with better products, and bring customers a better product experience;
Everyone is right.

Is it the poor person who is wrong?

This conclusion is too vicious.

Xianjin raised her chin slightly, her throat feeling astringent and sore: She sold rice paper and red tracing books required by government schools, private schools, free schools, and academies in 24 villages in Jiu Town, Jingxian County at the cost price without charging any profit. I forget that there are still many ordinary people who need to use paper, and some of them even have certain requirements for the quality of paper due to certain needs.
Two years ago, she was able to do her best to help Du Junning and other poor scholars. Why is she like this now?
The young man scratched his neck stubbornly and yelled, "No, no, I don't blame Boss He!"

Someone in the crowd complained about showing off his wealth, "Then why are you picking on your master and blocking someone's door so early in the morning?"

The young man pursed his lips and cried, "I, we, want to, Grandpa, return the paper in my arms, give, give, get money for Grandpa to see a doctor."

But because the old man hugged the cowhide package so tightly that he couldn't easily pull it out, he had no choice but to carry it with him.

Xian Jin sighed softly and waved his hand, "No matter what the situation is, go in first and then talk later."

He looked up at the sky.

The sky was gloomy all over, like a layer of cloth covering up the sun, and like many layers of transparent glue sticking to the sky.

It's going to snow.

"There is a charcoal fire burning inside. The doctor will be here soon. Once your grandfather's hands and feet are warmer, it will be easier to pull out the cowhide package. Once the paper is counted and the amount of paper is appropriate, I will refund you as much as you need." Xian Jin pursed his lips, his voice Gentle, "Look, does this work?"

The leading young man hesitantly turned around to ask his companions for their opinions.His companion responded with an equally hesitant nod.

Xianjin stepped aside.

Among the onlookers was the shopkeeper of Baiweitang, who had always been close to Chen Fu. He shouted loudly, "Only shopkeeper He can talk to you! You see, if it were Bai Yan who ignored you, he wouldn't even peel off your skin if he didn't pull it off." It’s a good idea!”

Bai Yan is the master of Bai Ji.

Xianjin lowered his head and thanked everyone for their support, but turned his eyes in shame.

Suo'er had already served hot tea and cakes to these four or five young men.

The hot tea was steaming with smoke, and the young people had no longer been forced to hold up the arrogance and accusations outside the store. Against the backdrop of the smooth and smooth green bricks and the strong and deep solid wood square table, the leading young man uneasily hid his feet under his feet. The corner of the chair and stool - his cloth shoes have already opened, and the open upper looks like a funny frog, looking shabby and out of place on the blue bricks with the same length and width.

On Tuesday, the dog carried the old man to the lounge chair next to the charcoal brazier.

The old man drank a large bowl of sugar and salt water, and was roasted by the warm charcoal fire, and his complexion gradually became rosy.

It turned out to be hypoglycemia, but luckily it was hypoglycemia.

Are you hungry?
Who can bear to eat three steamed buns in ten days and drink well water when thirsty?
Xian Jin, who was born under the red flag and grew up in a well-off society, has never experienced the dilemma of not having enough to eat. But now that he has seen it with his own eyes, Xian Jin feels sour and bitter. He lowers his voice and asks the visitor, "You guys?" Are they all the apprentices of this Grandpa Zhang?"

The young man at the head stammered, "Yes, yes, we are all disciples of Grandpa Zhang. Our family, family, family are all in the mountains. Grandpa doesn't need money to teach, teach, teach us to draw and make money. During the New Year, we all I went home, and when I returned to the village the day before yesterday, I found that my grandpa was shaking all the time."

The remaining young people all looked ashamed.

Xian Jin pursed his lips, "Why didn't you come over yesterday to refund the money?"

The young man shook his head, "No, no, I didn't expect it. Today, we dragged the pallet truck into the city, and Master Bai, who was queuing up at the city gate, reminded us."

Master Bai?
"Bai Ji's master?" Xian Jin asked.

The young man nodded, "Yes, we are heading towards that city, to the east of the city."

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Xianjin pursed his lips tightly, and handed dozens of coins from his arms to the young man, "Your master is not doing well recently, and it costs money to see a doctor and take medicine - take some money to take care of the food and drink of your brothers these days."

The young man waved his hands and backed away, "No, no! We, we, have hands and feet and can find jobs."

It’s not like the future generations. Nowadays, one has to either farm or study. Working is not that easy.

Many able-bodied people cannot find a job, not to mention a few deaf-mute people.

Xian Jin tactfully persuaded.

The young man was shocked, "You, you, you, how do you know them, the deaf and dumb!"

Xianjin said helplessly, "You have to stammer to come forward to negotiate. The situation of others will only be worse."

Some readers say that I am a child with procrastination.

Happy to be called kid