"But there is a school in the family? The paper you need to practice calligraphy is better than soft paper. Seeing that Song Lingxue was wearing a coarse cloth patch dress, she was clean and smiling, and he kindly reminded him that he thought Song Lingxue didn't understand, and he was afraid that she would buy the wrong one.

"Thank you, I'm using it to make shoes, and I want that thick, hard paper." Song Lingxue spoke again, but as soon as the words fell, she heard a soft sigh in front of her.

Song Lingxue followed the voice and saw that the middle-aged literati was frowning and looking at this side, and that sigh should have come from him.

Song Lingxue just glanced at it and looked back at the little one with a smile, Xiao Tong thought for a while and said: "There is Yunzhou mulberry paper, which is much thicker than ordinary paper, and the paper is also hard, but most of them are used to mark calligraphy and painting and make incense notes, which are more expensive, and cost one or two silver and a knife." ”

After the little boy finished speaking, he saw that Song Lingxue didn't say anything, and said: "There is also a kind of jute paper from Chongzhou, which has similar hardness and thickness, but the texture is a little rougher, this is cheap, and it only costs 300 wen for a knife." ”

After listening to this, Song Lingxue asked again: "Let me take a look." ”

Xiao Tong nodded, took her a few steps forward, picked up two pieces of paper on the long table, and handed them to Song Lingxue, both of which were copper coin thickness, and they were both hard to the touch, but one looked delicate, white and smooth to the touch, and the other was yellow and rough, and it looked a little brittle, she didn't fancy this kind of jute paper, or that kind of Yunzhou mulberry paper was a little better.

Song Lingxue looked at it and thought in her heart, at this time, a knife of paper is a hundred, and if you have one or two knives, one is ten yuan, which is noble.

"Can you sell it by the sheet?" Song Lingxue asked with a smile again, looking at the little boy who was very talkative.

Xiao Tong listened to Song Lingxue's words, looked back at the bookstore shopkeeper who was dozing off at the counter, and also smiled, and said, "How many do you want?" ”

Song Lingxue thought for a while, stretched out a hand, asked for five, and after speaking, she counted fifty yuan to the little boy very happily, although she was already in tears in her heart, no wonder it was said in the history books that Luoyang paper was expensive, not only Luoyang, it should be the ancient paper is expensive.

After Xiao Tong took the money, he counted five pieces of mulberry paper, carefully rolled them, tied them with a hemp rope on the outside, and handed them to Song Lingxue.

Song Lingxue thanked her, and when she was about to leave, she heard a sigh again, it was still the middle-aged literati, he had already turned his direction at the moment, and he was face to face with Song Lingxue, looking at her and sighing again.

Song Lingxue only felt inexplicable, and ignored it, but who knew that the person actually shook his head and began to compose a poem: "The most ignorant woman's heart, burning cranes and cooking pianos to spoil the scenery." After reading these two sentences, I tapped the book with my fingers and said a few "good, good, easy to get, wonderful sentences!" ”

Then he glanced at Song Lingxue again, and sighed again: "It's a pity, it's a pity, the sage Youyun vulgar woman doesn't know how to be elegant, and sure enough, she bought such an expensive piece of paper, just to practice this thing that many readers can't ask for." It's sad, it's ridiculous, it's just a tyrannical thing. ”

There was a slight hint of disdain in the tone of the last sentence, it seemed that she felt that she was a country woman who didn't understand anything, and she casually recited two limerick poems, and did not forget to praise herself a few words, and sarcastically mocked her, saying that she didn't understand that she didn't understand that it was a practice to use paper to make shoes, and she was also tyrannical!

Song Lingxue almost laughed angrily, who is this person, he is really a dog with a mouse and meddling in his affairs.

"I made two limerick poems, and I really thought I was an elegant scribe? There are also saints and clouds, did the saint tell you not to meddle with the dog and the mouse, I am happy with my own money, do you take care of it? ”

Song Lingxue couldn't help but reply a few words, thinking that the middle-aged uncle would jump to his feet in anger and come over to debate with her, who knew that before he could respond, the "ding dong" sound in his head was one after another, this uncle's bearing was too small, and in less than a moment, Song Lingxue had five hundred more grievances.

She was simply pleasantly surprised, and then glanced at her face full of incredulity, a constipated face that she didn't expect Song Lingxue to sneer at each other, and she also spoke out of her mouth.

Song Lingxue smiled proudly, didn't intend to let him go, and continued: "Why is the uncle speechless? You seem to be full of poetry and books, and you are full of wealth, how can you still say that I am a vulgar woman, could it be that you are actually a well-fed cow belly? ”

The little boy on the side was also a curious baby who assisted, and asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”

"It's a straw bale!" Song Lingxue sneered and said, as soon as her words fell, the little boy couldn't help laughing, the old man who was dozing off at the counter over there finally woke up, obviously hearing Song Lingxue's last sentence, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked like he wanted to laugh and hold back, and his old face was red.

The middle-aged literati was even more angry and blew his beard and glared, closed the book in his hand, and stretched out his hand to point at Song Lingxue, but he opened his mouth to "you" for a long time, and he didn't say that he was ugly.

"Ahem!" Although the bookstore owner missed the previous thing, he still roughly guessed something, first coughed a few times to resolve his embarrassment, then raised his eyes to look at Song Lingxue, and then kindly reminded: "Yang Xiu is the teacher of the town's school, this sister-in-law still doesn't want to have a quarrel with him." ”

It means that no matter what people say, they are also a showman, and it is better for you, a village woman, not to have a bad relationship with him, and he is still teaching in the school, aren't you afraid that there are children who are studying at home and will be disliked by Mr.

The bookstore owner is also kind-hearted, Song Lingxue naturally understands, but she is not really arrogant and unreasonable, it's just that the middle-aged uncle eats radishes and worries lightly, and is nosy, she is also a counterattack, it is he himself who is useless, and he is just a woman.

I didn't think about it, but if I think about it carefully, it seems that the school where the third son Shi Qing is located is the only school in the town, and I heard that there is a gentleman in the school, so it can't be this person, right?

Song Lingxue couldn't help pouting when she thought of this, being a teacher, just being a good scholar is not enough, if you are too pedantic and an old sauerkraut head, the students who teach will have a narrow vision, and it will be strange if you can become a big tool when the time comes!

No, it is better to quickly find a way to earn money and send the third child to study in the academy in the county, otherwise the child will be abolished sooner or later, no wonder Song Lingxue felt that the third son Yao Shiqing was a little dull through the memory of the original owner, and if he continued like this, he would sooner or later become a nerd who only knew how to study hard.

Song Lingxue was not in the mood to stay here any longer, so she rolled the paper under her arm, nodded goodbye to the bookstore owner, and then picked up her small bag and walked out of the bookstore.

Yang Xiucai, who was still angry over there, didn't know that he had been complained about being an old sauerkraut head, and he was about to lose a good student with excellent character and learning, he was thinking about how to quote the scriptures, and he was going to say that the ignorant village woman was speechless, hiding her face and crying, who knew that when she looked up, the store was already empty, except for the old man on the counter in the bookstore, he was the only one left, and even the claw boy who followed the joke just now was gone.