A piece of paper

Chapter 22
On the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month, the light comes from the east, the sun rises slightly, and the red lanterns with rabbit paper-cuts are placed on the emblem-style blue bricks where the wind passes by. Four or five people carry their hands on their shoulders by the Tianhuang River. After a long framed painting and a special oil-paper umbrella, a five-meter-long and three-meter-wide shed was erected in a short time, and a dozen elm boxes stood tall and short in the shed.

The shed is by the Tianhuang River, less than a hundred meters away, is the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.

The scholars who came in the morning light couldn't help but stop when they passed by the shed.

"Chen Ji. Blind bag?"

A tall mast was erected in front of the shed, and a roll of paper was hung on the mast as a cover, and a well-crafted and engraved name on the road was erected obliquely in front of the wooden table. ".

Chen Ji knew it.

Chen Ji Paper Shop is quite famous.

The scroll on the cover also understands.

It was Chen Ji Paper Shop who set up a stall here to sell paper.

Five or six scholars stood in front of the shed, talking about the term "blind bag".

"Those who speak the text are Taoist, blind, and have no eyes. I personally think that this name is quite Taoist. Those who have a dead heart forget, and those who have a dead eye are blind. A leaf that obstructs the eyes is empty and empty."

"What Brother Zhang said is true! I Zeng said that the five colors make people blind, and the five tones make people deaf. The name of the store, tsk, the more you think about it, the more powerful you are."

"Yes, yes, the book atmosphere in the market is fading now, and it's rare to see a good store. I'm so relieved!"

Before compiling a scripture, "Brother Zhang" carried a school cloth bag in his hand and asked in a personable manner, "Dare to ask the store, what is a blind bag?"

Xian Jin raised his head from behind the wooden shelf, and smiled with eight white teeth, "I don't know what we bought, you pay, and I'll give you a leather bag with ten sheets of paper of different colors in it—blind It means you can't see what you buy!"

"Brother Zhang":
That's pretty blind indeed.

The name of this store is indeed quite white.

"Since I can't see what I bought, why should I buy it?" The brother "Lao Ziyun" next to "Brother Zhang" frowned and asked.

You don't know the trendy game of "blind box" at first glance!
Don't you see, in a different time and space thousands of years later, a group of middle-aged patients with so much money that they can't afford to burn in order to get together a set of figure krypton krypton krypton krypton krypton krypton tried to control the sent money by chopping their hands, and at the same time heroically charged in every cut The front line of the leek battlefield.
Xian Jin laughed, "Wonderful sound to the diameter, the avenue to the simplicity, the vicissitudes of life, all things like a dog, you know the road ahead? You know the road is in the clouds? In the fog? In the rain? In the mountains? If you know everything, isn't it boring?"

Behind him, Tuesday Dog secretly asked Director Dong, "What does He Accountant mean?"

Director Dong was expressionless, "It means—don't worry about it so much, just buy it."

Tuesday Dog nodded in admiration, "No wonder he is an accountant."

Sales are so cultured.

Guanshi Dong recalled that the book library in Chen's house had been turned upside down yesterday, and gave Xian Jin a hard look.

She was able to speak the words she had just memorized so smoothly
Jingxian Workshop is full of hope for development!
Brother "Lao Ziyun" thought about Xian Jin's words carefully, and felt that what he said was very reasonable, he nodded slightly and said, "I can't see that you, as a woman, also study."

Looking curiously at the wooden cabinet behind Xian Jin again, dozens of kraft paper bags were densely stacked in a cabinet, all of the same thickness and size, "Ten sheets of paper for a bag?"

Xian Jin maintained his eight-toothed smile, "Yes! The papers in the bags are all different, some are jade plates, some are tribute, and some are bamboo paper."

Xian Jin looked around and lowered his voice, "Some kraft paper bags also contained Sizhangxuan and Huizhou Chengxintang paper!"

Sizhangxuan!
Several "brothers" looked at each other excitedly!
They know it!
Sizhangxuan!

One knife five, 60 taels of silver!
The head of the mountain has a picture of "Bamboo and Rain on the Vernal Equinox" which was painted with Sizhangxuan!Tsk!That dense!That toughness!That warm touch—although they haven't touched it before, no one can stop them from imagining it!

"Brother Zhang" eyes were burning, followed Xian Jin's tone, and lowered his voice, "Then how much do you sell for a bag?"

Xian Jin raised his left hand, and opened a woodblock block that had been made to the light.

"A bag of 120 essays"

120 texts!

Not less!
A bucket of rice is only eighty cents!
But this price, compared with the price of paper, is actually nothing.

A piece of Sanxing paper is worth [-] Wen, Xinguan Paper is [-] Wen each, and Takeshita Paper is [-] Wen each
A bag of ten sheets of paper, as long as a piece of valuable jade plate or even more valuable Chengxin is opened, even, even a piece of four zhangxuan is opened directly!

Then the 120 Wen is not worth mentioning!
The value has been multiplied by ten times, no, it has been multiplied by a hundred times!

"Brother Zhang"'s eyes became brighter, and he was about to take out the money, but was elbowed by the "Xin Shi Wei" brother beside him.

"What if you put all the bamboo paper in your bag? A piece of bamboo paper costs only a few renminbi, and ten sheets cost only 120 renminbi. If you sell me [-] renminbi, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"

Xian Jin glanced at Brother "Xin Shi Wei", the jacket with white cuffs, his bloodshot cheeks from the cold, and his obviously thin figure standing next to "Brother Zhang", this is not the target audience of "Blind Box" .

but.
Everyone is a customer and can be a customer.

Don't bully the young and poor, this sentence is also applicable to businessmen.

Everyone is likely to fail, and by the same token, everyone has a chance to make a fortune.

Xian Jin still showed his eight teeth, "I assure you, in the five hundred kraft paper bags you can see, there must be no less than one hundred sheets of paper, vellum and equivalent paper, and no less than fifty Sheets of coral paper, sprinkled gold, peach blossom paper and equivalent paper, no less than thirty sheets of Erzhangxuan"

As the sun grew brighter, more and more students from Qingcheng Mountain Academy gathered in front of the shed.

On Tuesday, the dog will release the woodcut editions in turn.

Crowds in twos and threes were attracted by the word "blind bag" and gathered around to look at the words on the wooden board.

Xian Jin's voice amplified, "I don't dare to say what is in the bag you bought, but I can assure you that what I said is true - if you think about it this way, maybe you are lucky, the first kraft paper bag you bought contains What about a four zhang Xuan?"

The crowd of onlookers increased.

Xian Jin's eyes mostly fell on "Brother Zhang" who was wearing a fine silk shirt, and encouraged him, "A bag of 120 Wen is just your daily food allowance. It's all on this paper, when you come to high school, we, Chen Ji, will definitely spend a lot of money to buy back the four feet in your hand, frame them and keep them!"

Everyone's eyes fell on "Brother Zhang".

"Brother Zhang" was a little flustered.

The thin "Xin Shi Wei" bumped "Brother Zhang"'s elbow again, and said again, "Even if you really put the good paper in, if you hide it and don't give it to us, we won't be able to get it?"

Xian Jin raised his right hand, took out a large wooden box from under the shelf, shook the wooden box with both hands, and there was a "shushing" sound inside.

"Five hundred bags, five hundred numbers! 120 coins, one draw! Whatever number you draw, what bag will I give you!"

Xian Jin smiled brightly, "Do you think there is still room for tricks in this way?"

The more people there are, the louder Xianjin's voice is.

The girl's voice was clear and clear, just like the light of the morning sun.

"When we do business, what we are most afraid of is that we can't afford it! The New Year's Eve is approaching, and we need a good paper to write congratulations, make prints, and write good poems! Since Chen Ji dares to use four feet to do business, he is not afraid of losing. rise!"

"As long as you buy enough, the chances of getting Sizhangxuan will be higher!"

"120 texts" Xian Jin laughed, and the slender and light eyebrows in the usual days were instantly diluted by warmth and brilliance, "If you can't buy it, you can't lose money, you can't buy it, you can't be fooled, the real value of the product, no one can deceive you!"

　The prices refer to "Menghualu" and Su Shunqin's unlucky story of selling waste paper and being relegated.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)