A piece of paper

Five days later, Director Dong went to Xiaocao Village with the newly revised contract documents. He was accompanied by a notary invited from the yamen and Tuesday Dog who went to check the quality purchase paper. Xian Jin asked Li Sanshun why he didn't go. Li Sanshun was confident and confident, "You little girl, you made me sing a blush, I'm embarrassed to go again!"

Xian Jin laughed "hehehe", unexpectedly the old man noticed it.

Next time you use him as a gunman, you have to do it more covertly.

The signing of the contract documents went smoothly, as Xian Jin expected, because the old man Li Sanshun turned on the keyboard man mode in his ancestral hall and successfully realized PUA, which made Xiaocao Village deeply feel that as long as he could sell it, he would have an extra income besides farming Just thank God.

Therefore, the document was not finished reading, and the old village chief Cao signed it in a "scratch" manner. On the second day, Tuesday Dog dragged two carts of purchased rice paper into the warehouse at night.

The contract stipulates that Chen Ji will guarantee at least [-] knives of paper to Xiaocao Village every month, and the wages will be settled monthly. If there is any change in the required output in the current month, it must be notified three days in advance. Basically, three points float - this is the constraint on Chen Ji.

At the same time, it is also agreed that the paper produced by Xiaocao Village cannot be supplied to any paper shop except Chenji. If the paper has quality problems, it will be returned and replaced. If more than ten sheets of paper are returned for a hundred dollars, the monthly wages will be directly deducted by ten. Ideas—this is the constraint on Xiaocao Village.

Both parties have rights, as well as obligations, which seems fair at first glance.

Fair enough actually.

Xian Jin personally drafted this document, in addition to flexibly using the old man Li Sanshun to successfully drive down the price and ensure that the cost of his own purchases is controllable.

Regarding the other clauses, she did not move the slightest bit of crookedness, she stood completely on a fair footing, and followed the way her father drafted the clauses in her memory from beginning to end, all of which were clearly stipulated, no one could take advantage of it, and no one would suffer from being fooled .

In business, we talk about faith and righteousness.Those merchants who do not speak honesty may be able to make quick money, or they may be lucky enough to not overturn, but I am sorry for my conscience.Such conscientious merchants will always be punished. It's not that they don't report, it's that the time has not yet come.

Her nouveau riche father often scolds after drinking, "The rules of home decoration are corrupted by those bastards! First trick people into coming in with cheap clothes, and give you a very low price, and then during the decoration Raising the price bit by bit, you need to pay more for this brand, and there is no stock for that brand. It’s a shame!”

I have to say that when it comes to treating women who have lost their feet, her father may have a bit of subjective liking.

But as far as business is concerned, in general, he is still a scrupulous nouveau riche.

After reminiscing about the father in the previous life, the father in this life saw the girl who had finished playing Baduanjin, dressed in a nun's outfit, and had a nun's bun on her head when she was eating breakfast. Guan Tang Bao, and then said earnestly, "Sister Jin, you just walked over, I thought some cockroach became a genius and learned to walk on two legs."

Xian Jinjin was tired after finishing his morning exercises, and took a sip of wolfberry almond milk out of breath. He didn't understand what a cockroach was, so he turned to Zhang Mama with a questioning look.

Mama Zhang raised her hands, made a tentacles movement, followed by a crawling movement on the ground.

The expression is slightly wretched, and the action is extremely realistic.

Oh.

It's the cockroach—a name reserved for romantic antiquity.

In modern times, it has a familiar name - cockroach, also known as Stealing Oil Woman, also known as Xiaoqiang.

Xian Jin looked down at his dark coffee-colored jacket.

Think again, the brown, gray, and hemp-colored clothes in my own wardrobe...

It is indeed a bit like a meeting of cockroaches from all over the world.

I couldn't help scratching my head, and couldn't help explaining to myself, "This kind of color is resistant to dirt, even if it accidentally gets dirty, others won't be able to see it."

Chen Fu almost swallowed the steamed stuffed bun.

Ai Niang is the most elegant person he has ever seen, usually in the morning, noon, and evening, he has to change three clothes. The emerald green beanie must be matched with emeralds with a good water head, and the crimson jacket is best matched with delicate clothes. For the overhanging red velvet flowers, she is most convinced to wear moonlight clothes and a set of silver jewelry, just like the dewy, delicate and white flower buds in the yard.

Chen Fu looked at the vegetarian stuffed buns in front of him with a sad look, and was choked up halfway through eating, then picked up the milk and "gululu" and slid it down, and then let out a sigh of comfort for his daughter
Except for this face, there is nothing like Ai Niang in the whole body!
Chen Fu silently took back the stuffed eight-treasure dumpling filled with soup.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Chen Jianfang coming in from the outer courtyard with a normal expression, facing behind him with a normal expression, and sitting down with a normal expression, and lifted the wooden cover that was covering the heat.

Chen Fu looked around.

Oh, it’s not white buns anymore—under the lid are the same vegetarian stuffing eight-treasure soup dumplings, milk and cold tofu shreds, and rice oil and egg custard.

Chen Fu laughed, "Erlang doesn't eat white buns and cabbage anymore?"

Xian Jin glared at Chen Fu.

Why do you like picking things up so much?

People are not reluctant to eat a meal.

This also had an exclusive romantic name in ancient times, called "Bangtou", and modern people call it "Bangjing".

Chen Fu turned his head and pretended not to see it.

Chen Jianfang's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and he lowered his head.

A few days ago, his meals changed.

Changed from white steamed buns, cabbage, and dried radish to a full-fledged vegetarian meal, and didn't even avoid eggs and milk. He sent Xiaoshan to ask, and Zhang Ma, who was in charge of the old house's internal affairs, came to plead guilty in fear. It is said that shopkeeper He is also keeping hot and filial piety now, and he has to do both left and right, so it is better to make an extra serving, and he also said that studying is a waste of brain, and eating only steamed buns and green vegetables and radishes is afraid that something will happen to people.

The servant will not change the recipe without authorization.

Most likely it was the shopkeeper He's meaning.

Mama Zhang also said that if the rules were violated, she would change them right away.

But he was stopped by a ghost.

Grandma always advocated hard work like an ascetic monk, and she often encouraged him by saying that when the sky is about to send a great task to a man, he must first suffer from his will, his muscles and bones, his body and skin, and his body. More and more incentives.

It makes people feel like a stick in their throat, but they can't spit it out quickly.

Now in Jingxian County, he feels that he finally has a free world.

He doesn't pay much attention to his appetite, even eating white buns and cabbage for several days, he has no resistance, but when he eats the carefully prepared vegetarian feast, he finally feels a bit of joy in being alive.

It's not for pleasure, but how to try to make yourself more comfortable within the limits allowed by the rules and the bottom line-this knowledge is fascinating.

As for the shopkeeper He, it can be said that his skills are perfect.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head and took a sip of milk, then smiled when he raised his head again, "Eat nothing can change my memory of my deceased father, even if my deceased father is alive in heaven, I don't want to see my son suffer himself, uncle, don't you think so? "

Chen Fu wanted to carry it again, but Xian Jin kicked his calf under the table, and when he looked up, he met his stepdaughter's staring warning eyes, so he couldn't bear to give up.

Xian Jin understood it.

Chen Fu is the most hated male and female supporting role in Zhai Douwen: as a male supporting role, he spoils his concubine and is not good enough to be a martial artist, and he is too lazy to work. He really picks things up everywhere, and he has the spirit of watching the excitement without fanning the flames.

It belongs to the dragon set that can't survive three chapters.

Therefore, Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang came out of the main hall together after breakfast, Chen Jianfang went to Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard, Xian Jin went to Shuixi Street, they were counted as going the same way.

Before they parted ways, Xian Jin sincerely supported his honor, "The third master is such an absurd character. After all these years, everyone has heard and heard about it, seen it and seen it, and the old lady has scolded and scolded her." , Beating and hitting, the dog still can't stop eating shit."

How could Chen Fu get rid of his arguing.

Xian Jin thought that this metaphor was very subtle.

Chen Jianfang was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and there were pens, ink, papers and inkstones in it. Hearing what Xian Jin said, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled upwards, "It's okay, third uncle and third uncle have also been rubbed in their studies, listen My father said that the third uncle was severely scolded by his grandmother when he was young, and in more than ten years, he has gradually changed into what he is today."

Sure enough, not every picker is born with it.

Xianjin listened attentively to the growth history of "carrying essence".

Chen Jianfang saw the little girl's sideways face, stretching out her ears, like a very well-behaved donkey, and laughed lightly, talking softly.

"The third uncle was enlightened at the age of four, and he could memorize the enlightenment books such as Baijia, Sanzijing, and the Analects of Confucius. At that time, he was well-known in ten miles and eight towns. Later, my grandmother sent my third uncle to a school. Every time the school took an exam, my grandmother taught me the truth. I am very concerned, if the third uncle does not get the first place in the exam, he will be fined to kneel in the ancestral hall and copy books, often for one night."

In Chen Jianfang's words and deeds, there was an aura that Xian Jin had never seen among the people around him.

Xian Jin also felt quiet.

Chen Jianfang went on to say, "This punishment, the heavier the punishment, the more frequent the punishment, the worse the third uncle's test of classics and righteousness. Jumping, the grandmother wants to hit, and the third uncle wants to run away. Then the grandmother bit the bullet and sent the third uncle to the exam, presumably to try his luck. In business, she might as well not have three sons, two sons are enough'."

"That night, the third uncle was so drunk that he burned all the books and the paper scores he had learned when he was a child. He never went to school anymore and spent all day at home and on the street."

Chen Jianfang lowered his eyes, as if thinking about a suitable word.

Xian Jin made a timely rescue, "You fool."

Chen Jianfang glanced at Xianjin, then smiled, "You can also say that."

Closer to home.

"The more the grandmother showed a sad look, the more the third uncle's behavior went too far. Later, he got married and had a change of sex, and lived a peaceful life with the third aunt honestly for a few years, and then later." Chen Jianfang said vaguely, "After that, you will know."

Afterwards, didn't she just meet her empress, dry firewood met raging fire, dandy met true love, and things got out of hand.

Xian Jin nodded, expressing his understanding.

In general, this is a story about how Shun Mao was driven crazy by his introverted mother.

In Xian Jin's view, Chen Fu is a man of great wisdom and foolishness, extremely selfish, the white of all blacks.If he is white, in modern times, he will definitely find someone of the same color as him in the vast sea of ​​people, but unfortunately he lives in ancient times when all ten fingers are required to be the same.

Therefore, either self-enclosed, internal friction, or completely let go, stable madness, fortunately Chen Fu chose the latter.

Instead of consuming yourself, it is better to drive others crazy.

Xian Jin raised his chin, nodded in approval, glanced at Chen Jianfang's warm, upright, restrained and quiet face from the corner of his eye, and asked mysteriously, "What about you?"

Under the pressure of your family and elders, you don't seem to be crazy yet?
For the two-in-one, the number of words is a little bit short, everyone forgive me, I have been changing planes today, so I didn't have time to sit down and write.

From tomorrow, be a little fairy with a manuscript!