A piece of paper

Chen Jianfang's feet faltered, barely stopping in front of the threshold of the Chen family's old house.

The threshold for a merchant's house is not high, just a little bit.

Nothing can stop it.

This is the way this world is, even if the family has a pagoda, a night pearl, and a merchant who sits on half of the city, the threshold is not allowed to be higher than three inches. Outside the white jade splendor of the superior.

Chen Jianfang lowered his head and stepped lightly on the threshold.

The threshold of the old house is slightly peeled off, and the old wood grain is exposed under the red paint.

He thought for a long time, then raised his head and saw the little girl's eyes were pure and clear like a fishless spring in a mountain stream, so he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Me?"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze away and stepped on the low threshold.

"When I was young, Erlang, who was in the private school with me, went back to cut firewood to carry the burden after reading the Analects; when I was in the government school, my classmates had two white buns a day, half of which was dried in the morning, one with pickles at noon, and half of the bun was soaked in salt at night. The water is swollen, and the stomach is full of salt water and white buns, so I won’t wake up hungry at night.”

Chen Jianfang's voice was ethereal, like a green pine blown by the wind outside the distant mountains.

Xian Jin followed suit step by step.

"What about me? Although I don't have silk clothes on my body, the clothes are comfortable and clean. I have three meals and two meals, fruits and vegetables. I don't need to run around for money, let alone worry about food and clothing."

Chen Jianfang smiled and shrugged his shoulders lightly, "There is only one thing that is expected of me, reading a good book."

Therefore, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he couldn't read well like his third uncle—it would overturn his 17-year cognition stacked day by day, moment by moment, and moment by moment.

The two turned side by side around the corner of the old house.

Shuixi Street is on the right, and Qingchengshan Courtyard is on the left.

But Chen Jianfang's words were clearly not finished yet.

Xian Jin slowed down, waiting for his next words.

But after waiting for a long time, no more words came.

Looking over with golden side eyes, Chen Jianfang lowered his eyes, his long and curled eyelashes reflected on the lying silkworms on his lower eyelids, his angular profile and straight nose bridge gave him a surprising sense of frailty .

Um.
It is frailty.

It is the sense of fragility that many Huadan, Xiaosheng, and military strategists must contend for in the previous life.

Now that I see this native-born old-fashioned scholar, I know the feeling of frailty. It is not just a mole on the corner of the eye, smearing blush on the tip of the nose, or wearing a dark brown large-diameter color contact lens. It simply exists.
This thing is born.

It is the atmosphere soaked in the bookish atmosphere of the old times for more than ten years, standing on the criss-crossed green brick streets, with a corner of Ruishi eaves flying above the head;

It is a scholar carrying a cloth bag with whitening and brushed hair, the cloth bag reveals the embellishment of soft brushes and small red ears;

It is the shadow of the long eyelashes of the scholar,

It is also an inescapable burden hidden on the shoulders of the eldest son of the big family.

All of these add up to form the weak sense of fragmentation.

Xian Jin blinked and swallowed his saliva, not knowing how to feel, let alone how to answer.

At the crossroads, there is a hustle and bustle of people, and the morning food and drink occupy half of the long street. The aroma of soy milk, the sweetness of water-milled glutinous rice balls, the clearness of vegetable porridge, the excitement of oily fruits, and the greasy smell of sugar and oil cakes are mixed together to form a complex human atmosphere. .

Xian Jin was suddenly hit by the fireworks in this world, as if waking up from a dream, he pointed to the west in a panic, "I, I, I should go to the store."

Chen Jianfang nodded slightly to Xian Jin, "Go, see you tonight."

See you tonight.

Didn't see you at night.

Xian Jin worked overtime.

On Tuesday, the dog came back from dragging two mule carts of paper from Xiaocao Village. The muscular man was big-chested, brainless and brutal. When he moved from the Xiaocao Village warehouse to the cart, he did not classify them into categories; when he moved them from the mule cart to the Chenji warehouse , More than 200 knives of paper, just piled up in the warehouse like this.

A jade tablet of ten cents a piece, next to a Lanting silkworm paper of twenty cents a piece; The edges and corners are covered on the four zhang Xuan.

Just like Li Ka-shing's neighbors are beggars.

The beggar stretched out his hairy leg and put it on Li Ka-shing's face.

Truly realize the equality of all beings.

Xian Jin couldn't understand Tuesday Dog's great ideal, and brutally strangled his great ideal in the cradle, ".Brother Dog, can you straighten out the knife and paper according to the price a little bit, close to the window and door, vulnerable to wind Place some cheap and high-quality paper in the best place, and place valuable paper in our store in a hidden, light-proof place.”

On Tuesday, the dog scratched his head, his sleeves were about to be ruptured by the protruding muscles, he laughed and said, "That's how we used to put it."

Xianjin: "."

Of course she remembered, that's how it was done before.

The last time she came to this warehouse, the door was locked tightly, and there was a window open on the side!
A few days ago, I had to wrestle with Master Chen Liu and that pork head, and at the same time fill in the debts on the books. Under the jurisdiction, it is like a piece of loose sand, like a group of idle soldiers. There are no rules for the entry and exit of shops and workshops. It is all arranged according to the preferences of the boss. Just swallow money, the one in charge. The one in charge is the worst, and don't care about anything.

A group of people, each with its own characteristics.

Master Li Sanshun will not talk about it, he will deny it first when encountering things, and he has the hardest mouth in his body. He has all the problems of middle-aged and elderly men, and he has a little more stubbornness and simplicity that the boss admires most.

Then there is Brother Dog on Tuesday, a simple muscular man who can point to where to shoot, but if he is allowed to carry the gun by himself, he probably can give himself a kick.

The few brothers surnamed Zheng who followed the dog on Tuesday, like the pendants on the legs of the dog on Tuesday, did not have much sense of existence.

The only person who can make Xianjin feel that he is fighting side by side is Dong Guanshi, who has few hairs.

There is also Zhang Ma who has been trying to stir-fry dishes in her mouth.

Little Wang Sansuo, with thin arms and legs, can't write or read, doesn't have combat power for the time being, and can smoothly eat a thin face into fat melon seeds. Amitabha is the only one who shows gold, and God has mercy on him.

This team ah, the whole body problem oh.

When the sun was sinking from the west and the sky was slightly drunk, Xian Jin put the account book and the balance of the day's list into the counter, and when he was about to go out, he saw the light on outside the warehouse in the backyard of the shop.

Xian Jin went to look, but there was no light in the warehouse, and he could only use the light from the porch to see flying dust.

On Tuesday, the dog had a knife of paper on his back, a knife of paper under his arm, and a thin booklet in his hand. He leaned against the window sill, but he didn't dare to open the window, so he could only squint his eyes with the ray of light coming in through the window sill. look.

Xian Jin poked his head, "Brother Dog, what are you doing?"

The dog was startled on Tuesday, "...I'm laying papers in front of the booklet."

While talking, he raised the brochure in his hand, "Didn't you tell me to arrange the papers according to the price? I'm so stupid, I only know what each kind of paper is, but I can't remember the price of each kind of paper. I arranged it every day. Five times, it seems that the big guys have something to do, I can't always take up people's time to delay the construction period, so I asked Master Li to help me write it down, so I won't forget it now."

Xian Jin walked in and glanced at the booklet.

It's written succinctly.

"Jie" means "Jia Gong", and "Mao" means "raw edge".
Xian Jin pointed to a painting in the shape of a "fish" and asked Tuesday Dog, "What is this?"

"fish!"

On Tuesday, the dog smiled, and his eight teeth were shining brightly. "Yu Ban! Master Li is the most literate person here, but he can't write some characters, so he can only draw pictures."

really.

There are also many kinds of paintings below, such as the "mountain" representing the coral paper, the "heart" representing the Chengxin paper, and the "moon" representing the moon shadow paper.
Xian Jin returned the booklet to the Dog on Tuesday, and said, "...let's lay it out properly."

Then he turned his head and wanted to leave.

Mama Zhang said that tonight she would eat a pot of spicy black bean soup. She would put her favorite deep-fried tofu puffs and white radish slices, and she would also steam a pot of rice with wild vegetables and potatoes. She told her to go home on time for dinner early in the morning.

It sounds exciting.

Xian Jin walked to the door and murmured behind him, "...this is crooked... crooked what? The crooked moon...month...month is"

Xian Jin's footsteps stopped at the door.

The two forces in the mind fought frantically.

Goodbye, my rice with wild vegetables and potatoes.

Goodbye, my spicy black bean soup pot.

Goodbye, my fried tofu puffs.

Xian Jin finally let go of his fist, turned around, and walked towards the dog on Tuesday as if resigned to his fate, with a weak voice, "...that is moon shadow paper, moon shadow paper worth eight cents a piece."

"Forget it, let me help you."

This group of people has a whole body problem.

But there is one thing in common, which is also the biggest benefit, pure-hearted, obedient and persuasive.

This is hard to come by.

After breakfast on the second day, Xian Jin lowered his head and kicked the threshold of the old house with his toe. At the 120th and eighth kick, the frail scholar appeared in her field of vision.

Xian Jin raised his head and looked at Chen Jianfang with burning eyes.

Chen Jianfang chuckled, ".I thought you went to the shop early in the morning."

After crossing the threshold, he slowed down, "Last night, Mama Zhang muttered for a long time, saying that the spicy black bean pot was made just for you, but you were not here."

Xian Jin hurriedly followed, and said with a smile, "The shop is busy, so I can't come back."

Still looking for abuse, ask, "Is it delicious?"

Chen Jianfang smiled, "It's delicious. The third master ate it so much that he couldn't live without it. He said that if Mama Zhang made spicy peppers again, he would invite Xiaodaoxiang's young master to cook and take away Mama Zhang's job."

Xian Jin laughed.

Chen Fu is the most standard Huizhou stomach, salty, fresh and light, you should eat the original taste.

Xian Jin was originally from Sichuan in his previous life. In addition to eating bamboo shoots like pandas, he also loves spicy peppers.

Zhang Ma's taste is very flexible. Basically, whoever she likes has the same taste.

Mama Zhang's favorite recently is Xianjin, so she put more cornel, hot pepper, and chili peppers on the table, making Chen Fu miserable, and it is said that he would spend eight days in a hut.

Not bad though.

He also fell in love with the hut before, either in the hut, or on the way to the hut, and he didn't know where he got so many stocks.
Her father in the previous life was also like this, claiming that "squatting on the toilet is the last time a man enjoys solitude".
Xian Jin stretched his arms, flexed his muscles and wrists, and raised his chin pretending to be careless.

Chen Jianfang said sharply, "Is there something wrong?"

Immediately, Xian Jin hit the snake on the stick, and smiled very standard, "It's not a big deal, I just want to ask, how busy you are recently?"

Chen Jian swept away from the corner of his eye, and when he was almost at the corner of the East-West boundary, he deliberately dragged his feet, "It's not very busy, Qiao Shiben of Qingcheng Mountain Academy is also my old teacher. I live in a single dormitory, and my study time is more casual."

It is equivalent to finding a library with a better environment for self-study.

It's just that this library is also equipped with a national famous teacher.

Xian Jin nodded, the words were in his throat, and he was a little embarrassed to say them.

The corner is just around the corner.

Chen Jianfang simply stopped and said in a warm voice, "Is there something urgent?"

Xian Jin rubbed his hands, "That's right, the guys in the shop have never been trained in Mongolian, they can only recognize a few very simple characters, and they don't know the slightly more complicated characters."

"Chen Ji's business is quite special. It's a scholar's business. If they are all big bastards, we can't do this business, and this shop can't manage it."

Last night, Xian Jin played paper with the dog on Tuesday until very late.

When it was late, Chen Fu came to pick her up from the shop aggressively, saying that he thought she had "run away with the money".

After she went back, she thought for a long time.

To do business, there must be rules and regulations. No matter the shopkeeper, the boy, the CEO or the interns, they must follow the rules to get the right way.

The soldiers under her can't even recognize words, how can they act according to the rules?
Rely on the well-developed biceps of the dog on Tuesday, or rely on Li Sanshun's textbook-like stubbornness?

After thinking about it, she still wanted to teach the guys how to read.

Whether it is for the development of the shop in the future, or the career prospects of the guys themselves-literacy is much more valuable than being blind.

Well, the problem is coming.

Who will teach?
she?
She can write and read, but how does she teach it?She is separated from them by hundreds of years. Does she teach them "Ah Borthid" or "Episedi"?

Not to mention that she writes with a simple vernacular handwriting, and now everyone uses traditional Chinese characters. Wouldn't she be misleading her children by teaching it like this?

If there were night schools for adults in this era, she would definitely send this group of illiterates to eliminate illiteracy without hesitation.

But, no.

There are academies, but the master may not be willing to accept these five big and three rough men to study with a group of young children.Taking a step back, even if the husband is willing, the group of parents who have paid the tuition fees for Xiaoer Chuitiao will probably have objections.

Xian Jin had been thinking about this all night, thinking about it, and finally thinking about Chen Erlang Juren who had passed the provincial examination.

Anyway, he has nothing to do with mourning, if he is willing to teach, it must be a great thing!
Seeing that Chen Jianfang didn't respond for a long time, Xian Jin decided to take out his trump card, "Don't worry, we have Shuxiu for our master. I have inquired about the grandson of the Chen family. The first month before we get married is only two taels of silver. The five of us Student, I will give you three taels of silver a month, and you just teach the commonly used words, and you don’t need to teach them to speak well.”

The smile on Chen Jianfang's face became more and more obvious.

Xian Jin was still persuading, "Although the clerks in our shop are old, they are not stupid. If you want to fight, you can fight as soon as you want. You will be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of your life. It is a blessing in this life for you to have five sons at once. "

More and more outrageous.

Chen Jianfang made a gesture to ask her to stop, "I'll go."

Laughing, "I can go, but I can't teach too late, I have to go back to the old house for dinner - I will feel bad if I miss the spicy black bean soup pot."