A piece of paper

Chapter 23
"Brother Zhang" has been strong all his life, and has never given up when it comes to spending money!

Not buying is not human!
If you don't buy it, you're a bastard!

If you don't buy it now, you won't be able to sleep at home!
Buy early and enjoy early, don't buy and enjoy!
"Pa——" "Brother Zhang" slapped out half of the money, "Give me four bags!"

By the way, I added a bold sentence, "There are [-] Wen left, don't look for them, I will send you to buy pastries!"

Change, twenty coins!

The change is twenty coins!
Xian Jin screamed in his heart!
Half money, 480 Wen; four bags, [-] Wen; change should be [-] Wen...

Xian Jin pursed his lips without saying a word, and glanced at Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard not far away.

The education level of this mountain courtyard is not good!

"Brother Zhang" gave the money and drew a number. On Tuesday, the dog took out four brown paper bags, and Xian Jin handed them to "Brother Zhang" respectfully, "Do you think you should open it now? Or go home and open it?"

"Open now!" The crowd booed while watching the excitement.

"Brother Zhang" rubbed his little hands, took the paper cutter handed over by Xian Jin, opened the first bag, and took out papers one by one!
bamboo paperbamboo paperbamboo paperbamboo paperbamboo paper
The first six sheets are all bamboo paper.

There are more and more people around the third floor and the third floor outside. Dozens of eyes are staring at "Brother Zhang" as he pulls out the paper. Someone who has something to do "hush" and laughs, "It's a loss! A piece of rough edges is only two or three pennies! Zhang Wenbo, Mr. Zhang spent 120 Wen to buy raw edges! Hahahaha! Your father knows, he will beat you to death as soon as he goes back!"

Zhang Wenbo blushed and stiffened his neck, "What are you talking about! My father beat me two or three times! He couldn't bear to beat me to death!"

Xianjin:.
This kind of retort is really weak.

Zhang Wenbo kept pulling out paper, nine of which were all bamboo paper.

Director Dong couldn't help but clenched the corner of Zhougou's clothes tightly.

The dog didn't know why on Tuesday, "...Isn't it full of raw edges? Aren't we making a net profit?"

Director Dong yelled, "Fuck you! The first ones to come out are all losers! We have five hundred bags, who else will buy them?! It's in your hands!"

Guanshi Dong's face turned pale with anxiety, and then looked at Xian Jin, the little girl's complexion was as usual, she was smiling, her thin lips curled up, she looked caring and harmless to humans and animals.

Really stable!
Director Dong sighed.

Zhang Wenbo blushed and took out the last piece of paper.

The last piece of paper is a light crimson paper sheet with a width of one palm.

Xian Jin let out a long breath in his heart, and exaggerated, "Look at what is written on it!"

Zhang Wenbo read aloud, "Sprinkle gold six feet to declare a piece!"

Xian Jin laughed, "Congratulations, congratulations! It's a very good piece of paper! This year's New Year's greetings and New Year's poems from your family, I have them!"

Raise your voice again, and face the crowd, "Because the size of the kraft paper bag is limited, good paper with a slightly larger width is put into the kraft paper bag in the form of paper slips of various colors. If you have issued a color card, please bring the numbered one. Kraft paper bags and color cards can be exchanged at Chenji Paper Shop on Shuixi Street!"

"Brother, if you are busy with business, our Chen Ji also provides door-to-door delivery service. You can ask someone to say hello, and our Chen Ji will deliver the paper to your house at any time-if you want to buy something together, you can also let us know in advance. Yes, we will be sure to prepare properly."

Taking advantage of his luck, Zhang Wenbo opened the remaining three bags.

Four bags, a total of 31 raw borders, three jade plates, three tributes, two Lanting silkworm paper and one most valuable gold-sprinkled six-foot Xuan.

Among the scholars, there are also those who came from the fields in the countryside, and they have never seen so many good papers.

Every time Zhang Wenbo opened a bag, there was a lot of "wow".

It's very ricey.

Zhang Wenbo showed enough limelight, gave "Xin Shiwei" a raw edge and a piece of Lanting silkworm paper, gave "Lao Tzu" brother a jade plate and a tribute, and spent half a penny to buy four bags, and asked Xian Jin again and again. Confirmation, ". Are you still here at noon?"

Xian Jin smiled and said, "Yes! We will be here whenever you want. The mountain courtyard is on holiday on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. We will keep it here until the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, but there are only [-] bags per day. You know, The business of this paper industry is different from other things. For other food and use, you buy it when you buy it; we buy this paper, and when you use it, you can see it for generations to come!"

Xuan paper has the reputation of "paper longevity for a thousand years".

Zhang Wenbo nodded happily, "I'll let the boy go home to get the money first—my father wants to know that I spent money on paper, maybe he can reward me with a few more coins!"

Xian Jin smiled more sincerely, and praised sincerely, "In the wind and rain, Chen Ji is waiting for you!"

At the outermost layer of the crowd, someone let out a low, muffled laugh.

"Bao Yuan, what are you laughing at?" The man next to the deep laugh asked with a smile.

The man called "Bao Yuan" has a broad forehead and a flat top, lacquered eyes, extremely thick eyebrows, a straight nose and a white face. He is tall and tall, with moderate bone and skeleton. He looks pleasing to the eye and very friendly.

It looks kind, but the words are slightly angular.

"I laugh at the cunning child at one point, at the dull student at the second, and am happy at the tricky one at the third."

Qiao Baoyuan, whose real name is Qiao Hui, held up the cloth bag in the mountain courtyard that was exactly the same as that of the cultural museum, his eyebrows were thick, but his expression was light, "Look, we Bo'er are so happy."

The scholar next to him also laughed, "I opened a six-foot Xuan, and there are several good papers, he should be happy. Not to mention anything else, Chen Ji's paper is good and expensive, and he hasn't even passed the provincial examination. , I haven’t used any good paper on weekdays.”

Qiao Hui shook his head, "This account cannot be calculated carefully."

Four bags, 480 Wen, one piece of raw edge five Wen, 31 sheets totaling 150 Wen, Jiagong and Yuban are the same grade of paper, counted as ten Wen, totaling sixty Wen, two pieces of Lanting silkworm paper totaling forty Wen, the most valuable six-foot sprinkling of gold, is counted as 280 wen, and the total is only more than [-] wen.

Zhang Wenbo took two hundred more papers and was happy to buy them.

The "blind bag" launched by Chen Ji does not sell paper, but the impulsive pleasure when buying, the anxiety when opening the bag, and the regret or ecstasy after opening the result.

In short, Blind Bags sells sensations and addictions.

The more you buy, the more you want to buy, and the more you drive, the more you want to drive.

I always think that the next bag I make can open better things.

When buying a "blind bag", you don't care about what is good paper at all, but the uncertainty you are pursuing.

This is no different from gambling.

The only difference is that this gives you the possibility of getting your money back.

Even, let you feel that you have made a lot of money.

Qiao Hui crossed her arms and looked at the obvious person in charge in the shed from a distance across the crowd—a young girl who didn't know her face.

Almond-like jaws, slender eyebrows and eyes, small light-colored lips, a very cold appearance, but revealing a vigorous and vigorous vitality.

There is a strange conflict and beauty.

"Didn't the Chen family send their third master back to Jing County?" The scholar next to him whispered, "How does this girl look like the head of the family?"

Qiao Hui looked away, picked up the book bag, and pulled back the scholar's headscarf, "Why can't the girl be the head of the house? You are so pedantic! Go away! The master is fierce, and you will be punished with three hundred scriptures, all written with rough borders." !"

(End of this chapter)