A piece of paper

Chapter 52 Is Someone Buying It?
Oh, the spicy black bean soup pot that passed by.
The expressions on Xian Jin's face are very rich, there is a flash of regret, a dark hatred of regret, and a vow of "must eat it tonight"
Everyone has the same facial features, how can some people express so many meanings in an instant?
Chen Jianfang was amused.

Xian Jin cleared his throat, coughed, and put the spicy bean soup pot behind him, meditating that adults would not care about two meals of spicy bean soup pot, and brought the topic back to business, "Does the mountain courtyard have a lunch break at noon?"

Chen Jianfang nodded, "From noon to half past."

That is from [-] am to [-] pm.

Compare public breaks.

After Xian Jin pondered for a while, "... how about noon? There are few customers at noon, and the big guys can gather together. It takes only half a minute to walk from the mountain courtyard to the shop. You teach a dozen or so characters a day, and I will prepare a small one for you." In the middle of the day, spread the cotton wool, and you come to the shop to have lunch together, teach and learn, and then you can sleep for a while."

If you don't do business, Xianjin can still do logistics.

Look at how well she arranges the star of hope's work and rest, can eat and sleep at the same time, and can use the lunch break to earn extra money.

Chen Jianfang thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

Xian Jin began to think about other things, ". I still need to drag a few tables, ready the pen and ink, and have enough paper. I have to tell Zhang Ma to send your food to the shop and get some sun-dried quilts and quilts. "

The little girl babbled, brushing Chen Jianfang as a memo.

Chen Jianfang walked with his head down, and after a while, the two of them reached the dividing point between east and west. Chen Jianfang smiled and waved, and said, "See you at noon."

"See you at noon!"

Xian Jin was slightly overjoyed.

Chen Jianfang watched Xian Jin turn the corner of the street and walked into the shop before walking steadily towards the mountain courtyard.

He wondered if the little girl had discovered one thing——

According to her arrangement.

For ten days and ten days, they eat three meals a day, and they eat each meal together.

Xian Jin did what he said, and as soon as he entered the store, he called everyone to have a short meeting in the front hall, and stood according to the number of sleeves. A leg pendant stood in the middle of the pyramid, and the intern Wang Sansuo was alone at the bottom of the pyramid—he could only see the back of his head, which was dark in front, but couldn't see the glorious face of his shopkeeper.

Very plaintive, but to no avail.

Little Wang Sansuo stood on tiptoe silently, and caught half of the shopkeeper's nose through the gap between the biceps brachii of all the leg pendants.

He couldn't see his face, but his voice was still very clear.

Xian Jin announced loudly, "Starting today, at noon, everyone will rest for an extra half an hour!"

"Papa papa"——

The applause was warm and prolonged.

"Then let's make full use of this half hour!"

"I specially asked Mr. Erlang to teach you how to read! Recognize [-] characters a day! The next day you can dictate the mastery of the day before acceptance! If you make a mistake in a word, you will stay and work for an extra half an hour at night! If there is a typo, the wages will be deducted! Ten copper coins will be deducted!"

The applause stopped abruptly.

On Tuesday, the dog said angrily, "There is no such requirement for other paper products!"

Xian Jin said with a blank expression, "Then you go to the government and sue me!"

Steward Dong let out a "puchi", laughing out of a young girl's delicacy.

Xian Jin hated iron for being weak, "We have a room full of people, only Director Dong can read and write—Master Li, you are such a big master, you don't need to learn two more words, wait for you to make six feet Xuan, how do you write paper scores? How do you keep your name through the ages?"

Li Sanshun was instantly convinced by this reason, scratched his head, turned and walked inside.

Step out of the complaining arena for a while.

Xian Jin continued, "Brother Sangou and the brothers of the Zheng family, at the end of the year, we will hold a competition of knowledge on paper notation. The result of the competition will be directly linked to your sleeve. Just subtract a bar on the top, and the competition has both hands-on paperwork and written answers. Are you sure you don't want to learn characters?"

Leverage = silver, silver = happy life.

The three of the Zheng family and the puppy of the Zhou family were silent, looked at each other, turned around and walked in.

Only Dong Guanshi, Tuesday Dog and Suoer are left in the pyramid.

Director Dong, who had nothing to do with himself, put himself up high, smiling and cheering, "Sister Jin is really amazing, she actually invited Mr. Erlang. At noon, I will come out of my private room to add a dish for you and Mr. Erlang. It's a welcome."

Suo'er raised her hand high, "I! I! I can learn thirty characters a day!"

The Tuesday dog ​​who got involved: "." This is how the atmosphere is spoiled!
Xian Jin looked at Tuesday Dog with a full smile, folded his hands on his chest, and said earnestly, "Brother Dog, ask yourself, if I let you learn to write, is it for your own good or to harm you?"

Of course it's for their own good.
For an ordinary boss, who would hire a master to teach the guys?

Dogs know it all on Tuesday.

But he understands better that he may, should, may, probably be the stupidest one.
On Tuesday, the dog thought about it, took out half a bag of money from his pocket and put it on the counter, and then followed the pace of the large army to the workshop, with heavy steps and a lonely back.

Xian Jin laughed, "What are you doing!"

The dog waved his hand back on Tuesday, "Save it first, and deduct my typo!"

Xian Jin: "." Sincerity is the eternal nirvana?

Before noon, Xian Jin was standing at the door waiting, and the high hanging Chen Ji signboard was fluttering in the wind on the top of her head. After a while, Chen Jianfang arrived as expected, and walked up from the white arch bridge to the stepping stone gate without any haste. Come, it's still an old bookbag, and there are still not many words, and it still smells like the breeze and the moon.

Xian Jin was afraid that scholars would not be used to eating with hardworking master craftsmen, so he deliberately placed a small wooden screen in the backyard.

Chen Jianfang smiled, ".Is it because I am afraid that I will be ugly and scare you brothers?"

Xian Jin's face was distorted by the teasing, "It's mainly because I'm afraid that I'll be nagging uncontrollably during the meal."

After being interrupted by this, the screen was also removed, and seven or eight people in the shop just sat around the round table to eat lunch. At first, the big guys still had scruples about Chen Jianfang's status as the star of hope, and they were very elegant and restrained during the meal.

Unexpectedly, with less than ten chopsticks, the dog took the lead in revealing his true colors on Tuesday, holding a bowl, soaking pickled cabbage, tofu and pork slices soup, and the soup, water, and rice huh-hu-la-la killed a big bowl.

Steward Dong was about to be frightened, so he glanced at his shopkeeper sitting next to Hope Star from the corner of his eye, and the other half of his heart went cold.

The shopkeeper of his own shop is eating hard, his movements are not ugly, but the frequency is extremely fast, in addition to the dishes in his eyes, it is the rice, the movements are neat, and the eating is crisp.

Others can't have two tigers in one mountain, but her old man only looks at the food - that's how eating in the shop is, and the door is still open for business.Who can sit down in a dignified manner, cook tea comfortably by the stove, and chew a piece of rice for ten or so times?

Especially here, there are only the shopkeeper and Xiao Suo'er, two girls.

The rest are all coolie masters, who need a whole bag of stupid effort to cut grass, scoop up paper, and stir water, and mess around in the pile of laborers. They are gentle, elegant, and gentle—all of them are useless.

If you want to be able to hold back this group of laborers, smartness is one aspect, and enough money is also another aspect. The most important thing is whether you can get along with each other in your daily relationship and whether you can get along with each other. This is what Ligong values ​​most. .

If you vote for temper, you can do it with one tael of silver a month!
If it is out of place, it is not good to give eight taels of silver a month!

Therefore, it is conceivable that Sister Jin, who can completely convince young and strong men, is smart, generous, and straightforward, what else does she have?
Steward Dong took a small look at Chen Jianfang, and was stunned——

This well-known son of the Chen family seems to be speeding up his meal silently?

After the meal, everyone poured a pot of strong tea, rested for a while, and got down to business.

Xian Jin deliberately tidied up a clean room in the backyard and came out. He set up six square tables neatly, with pens, ink, papers and inkstones on them, and even placed a white-glazed porcelain flower pot by the window lattice, with a few sprigs inserted obliquely inside. Green bamboo leaves.

Flowers were supposed to be arranged, but Xian Jin privately thought that Chen Jianfang had the temperament of bamboo.

Chen Jianfang used "Thousand-Character Essay" to get started. Xian Jin thought he would use the simpler "Three-Character Classic" or "Mengshu". Chen Jianfang shook his head, "Thousand-Character Essay, which is more practical."

That's right, they learn characters not for exams, but for daily use.

Thousand-character text is more suitable for life.

Such a grown-up person is not completely blind, and teaching from "one, two, three wooden figures" is time-consuming and laborious, and has little effect.

Xian Jin positioned this program as an advanced class for the illiterate.

On the first day, the teacher taught sixteen characters of "Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric. The sun and the moon are full, and the celestial constellations are listed." Xian Jin sat in the last row, thinking that Chen Jianfang's lectures were very good, and he started directly in vernacular Dry, such as "heaven, the sky of the lord of the sky", "earth, the land for farming", "Chen, the general term for things in the sky".
Drooling so much that Xian Jin had the illusion that she could talk even when she went up.

But when he saw that Chen Jianfang had written the sixteen characters in turn on the paper that Chen Jianfang had given to everyone, Xian Jin felt that the use of signature pens in later generations was really ruinous—the long brush with a brush was full of ink, and the end of the pen was block letters. About Yan Zhenqing is the one who is most familiar with, with harmony and severity, beginning and end echoing, patchwork, stretched structure, horizontal and vertical, and full of charm.

When Chen Jianfang was writing, Xian Jin's breathing became lighter.

Chen Jianfang asked each person to practice each character fifty times, "...you don't need to write well, you just need to be able to write and recognize."

There was a wailing in the hall.

On Tuesday, the dog has not yet mastered it, and continues to stand out, "Fifty times a word! Sixteen words are enough"

Stuck.

Arithmetic stopped him from complaining.

Xian Jin turned his face away in shame.

This team, a bunch of illiterates, bad at math
What a shame!

The homework was handed in on the second day. Each person handed in sixteen sheets of rough-edged paper stacked together. Whether the handwriting was good or not was up for debate. The big guys all wrote crookedly.

Xian Jin took the homework and frowned as he read it.Suddenly feeling blessed, he grabbed the raw paper and went to Li Sanshun, "Master Li!"

Li Sanshun was taken aback.

Xian Jin's eyes are as bright as silver.

"You said, let's find a printing workshop and print nothing else. Just print red, boxy matts on these rough-edged papers to help everyone practice calligraphy.

"Will anyone buy it?"

(End of this chapter)