In this way, Ming Fei took two small ones, together with Xiao Ya, under the protection of more than 20 plainclothes secret guards and unknown people hidden in the shadows, walking on the wide avenue of Jims City. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because Jims City is the only way for Qiangwu and Dazou to travel between the two countries, although it is not a frontier, it is a more lively existence than the frontier.

And this is still a transportation artery, and it is very convenient by water and land.

It is also the place where foreigners gather the most.

Here, Xiao Kuai's appearance is too common, so she boldly took the two little ones out to relax.

She didn't want Xiao Kuai to be locked in the room and sad alone.

Therefore, she brought Xiao Kuai out and let him see the outside world, so that he didn't have a chance to be sad.

Walking on the lively street, looking at the bustling crowd and enthusiastic vendors, Ming Fei asked: "Do you have anything you need?" We can buy it, some of the good things here can't even be bought in the capital." ”

Mingyue, who Xiaoya was holding, looked east and west, and her eyes were simply not enough.

"Mother, eat. Ming Yue looked at the stall in front of a small vendor and said.

The vendor is a roasted bird's egg, a string of five birds' eggs, the size of a bird's egg, like a quail egg.

The hawkers are very good at their work, and the eggs are roasted with a golden color and an enticing aroma.

Ming Fei smiled and said, "You can buy it, but you can only eat one, and the remaining four, my mother will help you solve it." ”

"Good. "She's only nine months old, let her eat more, she doesn't have such a big belly!

Ming Fei took out the broken silver and bought three strings, one for Xiaokuai, one for Xiaoya, and one for her and her daughter.

The vendor wrapped three strings of oiled paper and handed it to Ming Fei.

Ming Fei didn't let the baby eat immediately, she said: "Find a temporary place to rest and eat, you can't eat while walking." ”

There were no objections from a few people.

"Mother, pen. Mingyue pointed to a shop specializing in brushes, and she wanted to buy some pens and give them to Brother Kuai.

Although the Ming family also has a pen shop, it makes more sense to buy it in Jims City.

Ming Fei smiled, and several people switched to the pen store.

A dazzling variety of pens.

Here, there are only brushes that you can't think of, and there are no brushes that you don't have here.

Even if you don't have it here, you can make a reservation and make a special one.

Xiao Erji has eyesight, seeing Ming Fei's graceful temperament, as well as the two children beside her, each of whom is extremely extraordinary, he raised his smile and greeted warmly: "Objective, what pen do you need?" ”

Indeed, the first floor of the store is full of pens, and the second floor is no different.

Ming Fei understood what her daughter meant, and she said, "Buy a full set of pens for eight-year-old children." ”

Xiao Er heard that it was a full set, and hurriedly came to the spirit, and said: "The store is not only suitable for a full set of pens for eight or nine years old Miss Gongzi, but also eleven or twelve years old, thirteen or fourteen years old, fifteen or sixteen years old, adults and so on, everything is available, I don't know if Miss buys a set, or every age group buys a set?"

The corners of Ming Fei's mouth twitched, this little second is really a talent, and in just a few words, she hooked her desire to buy. ”

She smiled and asked, "If you sell a set, how much commission will you get for the reward?"

"Huh?" the little second brother didn't react.

Ming Fei said: "Even if you sell a set, how much profit will your owner give you?"

"One hundred wen per set. The second brother replied truthfully.

"What is the price of each set?" asked Ming Fei.

"Sixty-eight taels for each set from three to seven years old, eighty-two taels for each set from eight to thirteen years old, ninety-one taels for at least fourteen years of age, ninety-one taels for each set for seventeen years of age, and one hundred taels of silver for adulthood. ”

"Why is the price of the pen different for each age group?" asked Ming Fei.

"Miss Hui, the workmanship is different, the materials are different, and the price is naturally different. Xiao Er replied.

"Can't I buy a set of pens for an eight-year-old and use them until they're eighteen?" said Mingfei.

The corners of the little second brother's mouth twitched, and he said: "Back to Miss, if you write too much, the pen is very expensive, and some people's sons can use one or two sets a year! ”

Ming Fei made a joke, she really didn't know the amount of the original brush, so wasteful.

It is no wonder that some families have a large family and can only cultivate one scholar.

This is only the amount of pens, the table is so amazing, not counting ink, paper, inkstone, books and other consumables!

If you add all the expenses, the expenses are really staggering.

Ming Fei asked: "Little second brother, if the poor children of ordinary families want to buy a set of pens, is it also so much money?"

Xiao Er replied: "Miss doesn't know, the children of poor people's families don't buy sets, they buy by the stick, there are cheap pens in the store, and one can be bought for just over 100 yuan." ”

"Oh, I see. Ming Fei said.

ran fast and said: "Aunt Fei, I used to use pens, but I only bought one, a pen, I saved it, and it can be used for three months." ”

The second brother was surprised: "Little master, how did you survive three months? Cheap pens are the easiest to destroy, and ordinary children's children can be regarded as extremely frugal if they can use it for a month." ”

Running fast: "I usually write articles on the ground with branches several times before writing them on paper with a pen. ”

There was nothing to be ashamed of in this kind of thing, so he said it naturally.

Ming Fei only felt that this child was really a good child, he was not inferior because of poverty, it was so good, and the eldest mother taught it so well.

Mother, don't worry, I will also teach Xiao Kuai to prevent him from being crooked.

It's just that, unlike Ming Fei and Ming Yue's distress, the other guests in the hall who bought pens began to laugh and laugh as fast as they could.

The people who laughed at the fast runners were a group of sons and daughters in their eighties, nineties, and tens, each with luxurious and expensive clothes, and behind them, there were two followers.

It's the son of a group of local nobles.

Ming Fei and the others ignored the ridicule, she said without changing her face: "Little second brother, please take out the set of pens used by eight- and nine-year-old children, I need to see if it is suitable for my child." ”

"Okay!" The second brother hurriedly took out two sets of pens used by eight or nine years old from the counter and put them on the wooden counter.

Each set has twelve pens and comes in six types of pens of different sizes.

With this set of pens, you can complete both drawing and writing.

Ming Fei asked if she ran fast, "How is it?"

"No, Aunt Fei, let's not buy it, I still have two pens to use. "It's not embarrassing to spend Aunt Fei's money if you run fast, after all, he already owes Aunt Fei a lot.

Moreover, he has always used a pen of more than 100 articles, and I feel that there is not much difference from these, and he can also write, so there is no need to break the bank.

The little boy who entered the door on the side laughed loudly.

A fat child said: "Poor boy, if you don't buy it, get out, and the master still has to buy a pen." ”

"That is, what are you going to do if you don't buy it? You poor people, you should go over there and buy pens. Another child pointed to a pile of brushes piled up on a cabinet in the innermost corner of the store.

This location is the place where the children of the poor family choose the brush.