A piece of paper

Xian Jin's mind was spinning quickly, and he tightly held the coral peach paper left by Song Ji in his hand, looking at this paper as high as a hill, it was like seeing a small golden mountain.

more than!

More than just a handbook!
There's still so much to do!

Like a paper fan!For example, the previous "beauty lamp"!For example, paper used for incense and Tibetan incense!Another example is the girls' lipstick paper!Another example is bookmarks, illustrations, and stationery.
think further and further
Xian Jin shook his head, took the initiative to dismiss his piercing eyes, and decided to proceed from reality, first grasping what he could grasp tightly!
Three cobblers, no, three little girls are better than Zhang's mother.Xian Jin took two little maids to slowly clear out this mountain of gold, oh no, this mountain of peach paper.

Xian Jin benefited from a daily section of Baduanjin and Taijiquan. He looks lean but powerful, and walks vigorously holding a knife of paper;

Xian Jin was a little surprised by Koi Huahua's agile movements and not afraid of getting dirty.

The day in June is indeed a little hot, and when I act, I even feel a sense of dryness in the heat.

The oil lamp was hung on the edge of the wall, flickering, and Qiao Baozhu walked past the bright spot in front of the oil lamp with a stack of peach notes half a person's height in his arms. Xian Jin could clearly see the sweat on the little girl's forehead and the peach pink skirt Put stained ashes.

"If you're tired, go out and have tea."

Xian Jin said distressedly.

This girl is white and tender and has no neck, so she doesn't look like someone who does this kind of rough work.

Xian Jin half pushed open the door of the warehouse, just in time to see that the good ventilation in the yard was due to the wooden window lattices that were opened all over the storefront. The hydrangeas, green wild orchids, and beige bellflowers are undulating and look beautiful.

The most amazing thing is that there are several old bamboo reclining chairs, low hanging swings and water features with several large tanks just under the chin in the yard.

Small fish, water hyacinth and lobelia were raised in the thick porcelain filled with water. Now it is early summer, lobelia is small and cute, and the flower buds are closed together like a little girl's snow-white palms. It looks better than Chen Ji's yard. It is more comfortable and comfortable to go up.

Xian Jin nodded secretly.

Although Song Baixi's mind is not bright, he is not serious in his work, and he is insincere, but he has an advantage - his aesthetics are still on the line, such as this blingbling coral peach paper, such as this quiet and comfortable small courtyard.
Xian Jin nuzzled, "Go and sit there, let the wind blow, and let off some heat."

Koi Huahua wiped the sweat off her forehead and muttered, "I don't"

But his eyes followed Xian Jin's, his tone froze, obviously moved by the quiet and cool atmosphere in the yard, "...I want to help you."

Ok.

She is indeed a little tired - she is already chubby, and she is trying to compete for face in front of the beautiful sister
The koi Huahua rubbed her eyes, wiped away the sweat with her fat and dirty paws, and the dust formed a black ball on her face.

Xian Jin laughed, then looked at Suo'er, the little girl stared at the swing in the yard, then laughed, her tone seemed to be coaxing a child, "Suo'er go to the front to boil a pot of water, and look for melon slices or For tea, clean the teacups and cups before using them again! If you’re hungry, there’s a small wonton shop on the left when you go out, pack two portions and share them—you and Baozhu should go and have a rest!”

Suo'er cheered, and carrying the teapot, rushed towards the swing first.

Without hesitation, Qiao Baozhu stuffed the stack of papers in Xian Jin's arms, picked up the hem of her skirt, and ran like a happy, white, neckless bear.

Xian Jin looked at the paper in his arms, "."

Did you agree to help her?

So far we know: her attraction is greater than the pie at the door, and less attractive than the swing in the yard.

The three cobblers fell apart. Xian Jin cleaned up the warehouse in the afternoon, cleaned out the unusable paper, and put the damp paper next to the carbon cylinder to see if it could be saved. He also cleaned up the dust visible to the naked eye in the store.

Xian Jin took a feather duster and climbed up to a high place to clean the cobwebs on the window sills, when he saw two tired girls in the yard, leaning on the rocking chairs and sleeping soundly, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, a thought flashed through his mind.

When Qiao Hui was ordered by his father to capture the younger sister and bring her home, she happened to see this strange scene——

The white fat young girl and the other skinny little girl, each holding a bowl of food with some leftover soup, lay down on the rocking chair leisurely with their eyes closed.

One girl was sleeping soundly and grinding her teeth, and the other girl was snoring with her mouth open.

"呵呵呵——" "Puff————"

The sounds are intertwined and intertwined, and they work together extremely well.

Qiao Hui's face darkened.

Looking inside, a long cockroach dressed in dark brown jumped down nimbly from the stool, with a feather duster in his left hand and a rag wiper in his right. He was so energetic that he couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, and he poked out half of his head when he saw him. , showing six teeth in a smile, "Why are you here!"

Qiao Hui was startled and took a small step back.

Oh shit.

I thought cockroaches could talk when they became spirits!
"Pick up the girl and go back to eat."

Qiao Hui stabilized his mind, spoke concisely, and then looked at the girl who had been asleep for no one knowing what year it was, and couldn't help but fell silent.

Xian Jin laughed, "Then you have to wait a while."

He leaned over, found a teacup without a gap, rinsed it three times with boiling water, washed his hands, soaked the melon slices and handed it to Qiao Hui, "Sit down and drink it, it's rare that this bag of melon slices is not damp. After we clean up this place, I'll buy you something to drink."

Qiao Hui took a sip, frowned, and didn't open it for a while. After finally swallowing the melon tea, he stretched out his hand and pushed the tea cup away with lingering fear.

Xian Jin became happy, "Didn't it be said that scholars pursue poverty and simplicity?"

Can't even drink cheap tea?
Qiao Hui is also happy, "How strange! Blessings are not enjoyed, but hardships? There are scholars who steal the light by stealing the light, and there are also those who are bright; Why set limits on your own frame?"

Xian Jin smiled, and while putting down his rolled up cuffs, he sprinkled Qiao Hui's leftover melon tea into the camellia set.

how to say?

Ever since she knew that Qiao Baoyuan was Qiao Hui, she seemed to have some kind of wonderful connection with him—it was like meeting friends through books, or like flying pigeons through the air.

Every time Qiao Shanchang showed her the articles signed and signed "Qiao Baoyuan", it gave her the illusion that he could see through Qiao Hui's arrogant and arrogant nature, and see his compassionate, generous, delicate and open-minded thoughts.

Xian Jin poured him another glass of boiled water - drink it if you want to drink it, otherwise don't drink it, Qiao Dajieyuan didn't just let it go.

Qiao Hui decided not to reveal her true preference for drinks, raised her head and drank all the water, turned her head to look around at the Song Ji paper shop, and raised her eyebrows, "There are rumors in the market that the female shopkeeper of Chen Ji is cruel and merciless." , first tricked the Song guy to draw his salary from the bottom of the pot, then forced the old steward to bed, and finally coerced and lured Song Tongsheng to abandon his wife and son, and run away with money."

Qiao Hui paused, "And the brothers and sisters from the mountain courtyard came to ask me if the shopkeeper of the Chen family is an eight-legged spider spirit who is good at making webs and setting up traps."

Xian Jin pursed his lips and smiled, "Then what do you say?"

Qiao Hui smiled, her eyebrows were sharp, and the young man was full of vigor, "I said, if she is an eight-legged spider spirit, you will be a ginseng fruit on a tree. It is rare to come to this world once, but you will be buried in the ground as soon as you hit the ground."

This... Isn't this a curse to die early?

After being taken aback for a moment, Xian Jin came to his senses, and immediately burst out laughing.

This cultured person curses people as high-level.

I really don't understand the cultural background of "Journey to the West".