A piece of paper

So, what kind of tribute paper does the court need?

It was night, Xian Jin touched his chin, propped his feet on the softly padded footrest, turned his pen with one hand, and habitually rubbed the red and blue dagger in his sleeve pocket with the fingertips of his other hand.

This is the homework that Xianjin left for his colleagues in the Chamber of Commerce - to gather the efforts of everyone and think carefully about what kind of tribute paper the court needs?

A few days ago, Magistrate Xiong called her to the Yamen alone and showed her a document, an edict issued by the Department of Internal Affairs. This year's tribute paper will be produced in Nanzhili or Fujian, and a tribute of one hundred yuan is required. knife.

Magistrate Xiong was very excited. It was rare to see him so full of joy and anger. His fat face was so excited that his flesh was trembling. He kept telling Xian Jin, "Be careful, go all out, and hit the mark!"

It seems that she is the hope of the whole village.

Xian Jin asked: "What are your requirements?"

Magistrate Xiong slapped the table, held his head high, and was full of pride. He waited for a long time before holding back three words, "Want good paper!"

Xianjin:.

Is it possible that even if you don’t tell us about this request, we will know about it?

Xian Jin frowned, "Are there any specific requirements? Or what is it used for? For example, copying scriptures? Then you need to go through the yellow wax before shaping; or if you are painting landscapes, then you are doing life propaganda, so that the hair of the paper can be preserved to the greatest extent. influenza."

Magistrate Xiong's back was still feeling hot, but his words were cold and cold, "I didn't tell you."

The golden brows were knitted into the character "Chuan", "Did you mention who uses the tribute paper? If it's a child who is practicing calligraphy, it should be made thick and thick; if it's an old man or an old woman, colored paper or sprinkled with gold will make it more colorful. ."

Magistrate Xiong shook his head like a rattle. If you look closely, the old man is a little cute, "I didn't mention it either."

Xianjin's brows twisted into the character "zhou".

The three more points show Jin's remaining patience.

Xian Jin wanted to ask again, but Magistrate Xiong said "tsk", "The thoughts of the superiors are as deep as the ocean and as high as the mountains. How can I explain it clearly to you?"

Xian Jin lowered his eyes and frowned.

This is true.

In her previous life, her nouveau riche father was barely a rich man. When talking to his secretary, it was all in the clouds. To revise a speech, it was called a trick: "I can't tell, tsk, I always feel like something is missing." ?" Or "Write a little deeper here, stand a little higher, and have a bigger layout, you know."

Know shit.

The secretary's eyes made her want to tear her father into pieces.

Now ask her to guess, this is a blind guess! She doesn’t even know who the audience is! ? Things in this palace are too far away from her!

In later generations, it is basically equivalent to the boss of a paper factory in a small 18th-tier city trying to guess whether he likes to use a fountain pen or a ballpoint pen! And you also have to guess which brand of pen someone likes to use.

This difficulty factor is too high, no less than accurately guessing a set of two-color balls.

As for Magistrate Xiong, whom she has high hopes for, he is like the owner of a paper factory in a small 18th-tier city asking for help from the boss of a small 18th-tier city, once again trying to guess which model of ballpoint pen someone likes.

This difficulty level is slightly smaller. There are twelve double-colored balls, and you have to get eleven of them right.

Compared with Xianjin, Xiong Zhifu's advantage lies in that one ball. This advantage is approximately equal to none.

Xianjin's right hand unconsciously turned the red and blue scimitar and dagger, recalling in his ears the last words of Magistrate Xiong, "The reason why tributes are tributes is that they are of high quality and beautiful. It's more about falling in love with someone in a superior position - is the Luozidai commonly used in the palace nowadays really much better than other eyebrow powders? No, no! Just because this thing is the product of the concubine Hua in the palace. Used all the time!”

"Think about it first, what kind of paper does the Forbidden Palace need now? What kind of paper does a woman with a strong and steady temperament like? What kind of paper does she want? Think again, a superior person who regains power in the midst of disputes, What’s the first priority?”

As the leader of a small city in the 18th tier, Zhifu Xiong also likes to be in the clouds. He thinks that what he said is completely true.

woman? The superior one?

The scimitar dagger rotated rapidly on the table, the tip and scabbard were in exactly the same position, and they rotated into a vague circle. Xianjin cut off the diameter of the circle while thinking, picked up the dagger with one hand, and opened the scabbard with his thumb. Under the dim butter lamp, the cold light must appear, and there was a blurred white shadow engraved on the blade near the scabbard.

Xian Jin squinted his eyes slightly and held the scabbard under the light to have a clear look.

It's a crane.

A crane.

A crane spreading its wings to fly north.

Crane?

In the past ten years, people in the capital like to raise cranes.

And why did that beautiful and sassy elder sister carve a crane on the blade?

Maybe you like it very much?

Xianjin lowered his eyes and restored the scabbard, then put the scimitar and dagger back into his sleeve pocket.

A night of thinking left Xianjin with two black circles under his eyes, but other than that, he gained nothing.

It would be nice if the guide was here——

Early in the morning, Xian Jin drank white porridge with pickles, blinked, and thought so.

It’s already May.

The wedding ceremony of the orbs and hairpins has passed, and the chubby pony has been secretly delivered to the hands of little fat Huahua. The willow branches have all fallen into bare branches. There are more and more birds and magpies on the lake, and even the webs of the water are even The aquatic products on the lake surface were stirred up into ripples.

The birds are here, but why hasn’t the guide arrived yet?

Xian Jin ate a bowl of white porridge, three fried dough sticks, two plain steamed buns, and a few pieces of sesame sauce tofu with a hint of melancholy.

"Boom, boom, boom—" "Boom, boom—"

Tuesday Dog's figure in a coat ran quickly through the corridor and stopped panting in front of Xian Jin who was about to go out. He gasped, "Mrs. Cui is waiting for you at the door! I heard that Chief Qiao Shan has arrived. Dingzhuang!"

Xianjin threw away his chopsticks, stood up suddenly, and said in a quick voice, "Go! Tell Baozhu to come over quickly!"

When we get to Dingzhuang, we will arrive tomorrow at most!

Youniang couldn't wait for Tuesday Dog's announcement. She followed in Tuesday Dog's footsteps and hurried into the inner hall, "We have arrived at Dingzhuang! It is said that the procedure started from the capital ten days ago! No one told me, maybe because I was afraid." Youniang said. After a meal, he said, "It happens that my father is having a birthday. I went to Xuancheng Mansion to pay my respects. My uncle sent me to tell you that when you arrive in Xuancheng at noon tomorrow, your uncle and Wang Xuezheng from Yingtian Mansion will greet you at the city gate. There are about twenty people there." A student will also go. You can take the orb with you and go to the government office early tomorrow morning. You can ride in a carriage with me."

As soon as You Niang finished speaking, she saw Little Fatty Baozhu Huahua running to the inner hall with a face full of anxiety and surprise.

"Sister Xianjin!"

Huahua hugged Xianjin, and the chubby little man tightly surrounded Xianjin with his short arms.

The little girl who had just turned 30 years old had her face covered with tears. She was speechless and could only call out intermittently: "Sister Xianjin—Sister Xianjin—"

Little Fatty Huahua's anxious and surprised mood lasted until noon of the second day.