"Shopkeeper Sun, my son-in-law has something to explain." Ah Jing said and looked at a lot of guests who swept away their eyes.

"Oh, come with me!" After Sun Dafu finished speaking, he gave a punch to the waiting guests, "Everyone, the old man will be absent for a while, and a new door will be arranged to come out immediately." ”

"Little Sun, you go get busy first." This is Ning Lao's shopkeeper.

"Boss Sun, please!" It's one of the other shopkeepers.

"Hmph...", these are the old butlers with their nostrils facing up.

Then Ah Jing and another guard held the hemp bag and followed Sun Dafu to another place.

entered Sun Dafu's room, this room was specially arranged by Sun Dafu, and he usually kept it for himself to rest.

"I don't know who your son-in-law is?" Sun Dafu has been guessing the identity of the mysterious son, and now that he sees these two guards, he feels that the background of the mysterious young man is not simple.

"No need to ask." Ah Jing looked at Sun Dafu, "My son-in-law asked me to tell you that each door is at least two taels of silver, and the more sold is yours." ”

"Isn't it a bit expensive?" Sun Dafu has always been skeptical about what Ye Xiaochen said to him, but perhaps because of the experience of natural residence, he is skeptical.

"That's your business, what I sent today is ninety-seven door pairs, a total of one hundred and ninety-four taels of silver, and my son-in-law will come to pick it up when he uses it." Ah Jing didn't respond, he just said according to the instructions of the second young master, Ye Xiaochen.

"Also, my son-in-law will remind you, first, when selling the door pair, only the upper link is displayed, and the customer decides to pay the money first when he buys it, and then hand over the whole door pair to him; Second, if there are two or more people competing for the same pair, then let several people bid, the upper limit is ten taels of silver, and whoever gets ten taels first is whoever. Ah Jing looked at Sun Dafu, who was listening with wide eyes, and continued: "Finally, if someone doesn't choose the Ruyi door pair, or the chime for sale, you can tell the customers who didn't buy it that there will be a new batch of door pairs for sale tomorrow afternoon, do you hear clearly?" ”

"Uh...... Hear me clearly. "Sun Dafu is stupid, is there a mistake, there will be people scrambling?

"Okay, the two of us still need to go back to the house to resume their lives, and say goodbye!" Ah Jing and the other guard put the two bags of marijuana in the room and turned to leave the natural residence. Sun Dafu, who was left in a daze, didn't know what he was thinking.

The two guards who walked out of the natural residence, "Brother Jing, where are we going?" Don't go home? "Well, let's go to Moxiang Pavilion first and buy some paper for the second young master!" "Ah Jing's expression is strange, for the words that the second young master taught him, he just said that it is a fantasy, that red paper that costs only a few pennies, just write a few words casually, it can be worth two taels of silver?

When did Kyoto paper prices become so expensive?

Natural residence, as Sun Dafu walked out of the room, the eyes of the guests who were waiting to buy the new door all gathered on him.

"You've been waiting for a long time, take me to arrange one or two, and you can buy a new door." Sun Dafu looked at everyone with joy, and his heart was also relaxed.

"I think you have already guessed that the two people who came just now are the house slaves of the inkman I am looking for in my natural residence, and they came to deliver the door." Sun Dafu is also an old man, and he will not let go of what he can use.

Sure enough, many of the people sitting there had their faces slightly gloomy. Sun Dafu's words are nothing more than telling everyone here, first, I naturally have my own resources and relationships, and I can continue to produce door pairs. The second is that the ink artist who can send two guards must not be rootless, if anyone has other thoughts, they must also weigh it.

"Little Sun, could it be that your natural residence is from the handwriting of this family!" It was the old shopkeeper Ning who spoke.

Sun Dafu smiled, neither admitting it, but also not denying it, often this makes people reverie.

Sure enough, many bosses were already bright-eyed and impatient.

"Then Shopkeeper Sun, when can we start?"

"Don't worry, you've been waiting for so long, do you still care about this meeting, please don't be impatient, it'll be fine right away!" Sun Dafu was full of smiles.

"Xiaohu, Xiaolin, come with me to help!" Sun Dafu shouted to his nephew and another new recruit.

It was about half a cup of tea, the door of the room reserved by Sun Dafu was wide open, Sun Dafu walked out of it, and there was still shock in his eyes, he finally understood why the mysterious son was so confident!

At this time, in the hall on the first floor, there were not only those who were already waiting, but also many people who followed, including shop owners, disciples of small families, and some famous Confucian scholars in Kyoto, and of course, many guests staying in the hotel and diners who came to eat.

"Everyone, please, don't crowd, there are a lot of them, come in batches!" Sun Dafu looked at the sudden number of people.

The butlers, whose nostrils were facing the sky, walked into the room in a group, followed by the shopkeepers of the big merchants.

I saw that the beds, tables, and chairs in the room were full of doors. On the ground, the two innkeepers were still opening the doors one by one.

This is the world of red and black, this is the sea of words and sentences, and the people who enter the door are attracted by the profound artistic conception and wonderful single sentence.

For a while, it was full of inhalation and exclamation, as the inhabitants of the Qiankun world, when had they seen this kind of unbridled and wanton brushwork, which was a precedent for creating a culture, different from the palindrome that became popular yesterday, and now the sentences of different lengths paint a picture of poignant, or bloody, or other pictures, and so on.

"Shopkeeper Sun, I want this one..."

"I want this..."

"I want this one from my heart..."

……

"This Yongwang Mansion is going to be..."

In an instant, the room turned into a grocery market, and the people outside heard the sound of the house and became even more curious, what was going on inside? But as the last old man spoke, the whole room was silent.

Yongwangfu also came to buy this new door, right?

The chattering guests instantly seemed to be choked by the neck, and there was no sound.

And what the old man of Nayongwangfu refers to is "ten thoughts, thinking about the monarch and thinking about the country." ”

Sun Dafu didn't dare to slack off, and quickly picked up the upper link and the lower link covered below and respectfully handed it to the old man.

"How much?" The old man didn't open it, but took it with his hand, and his voice was flat.

"Uh...... The little old man is dedicated to the palace! Sun Dafu squeezed out a few lines on his face.

"Huh!" The old man smiled disdainfully, reached out and took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve, about four or five taels, threw it to Sun Dafu, and then took the new door, turned around and left, even if it was very crowded, but people still consciously made way for the old man, including those who didn't know what was going on, because some emotions were contagious!

Sun Dafu looked at the silver in his hand blankly, this first door pair really sold so much!