The storyteller knocked on the wood and said, "The Shark Gang actually came to treat others in the way of others." An elder has a yellow-level middle-grade spirit stone, and a disciple has a yellow-level lower-grade spirit stone, hey, you come to redeem it, it is only for one day, and it will not wait for it to be outdated."

"Hahaha, I'm laughing to death."

"It's a pleasure."

"Didn't this Scorpion Sect lift a stone to shoot itself in the foot."

"Has the Scorpion Sect redeemed people?".

"That's of course, otherwise how can you drop it, obediently take the money to ransom people, or this Scorpion Sect Inner Sect Elder came in person!"

.......。

Mr. Storyteller: "I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next (pat the wake-up wood) decomposition." After saying that, he went to the back hall.

The audience listened with relish and interest, and secretly said in their hearts that this shark gang is also powerful, and they really dare to go against this Scorpion Sect, which is good, to extinguish the arrogance of this extremely arrogant Scorpion Sect.

The disciples of this Scorpion Sect are all bullying people and bullying the people, they have long been unaccustomed to it, and now that someone is angry for them, they suddenly feel comfortable, happy, and applaud.

Ru Cheng was also fun to listen to, and looked at the excitement with a smile, for fear that he would miss some popular news.

Lin Jie's face was expressionless, he took a sip of tea, and there was no fluctuation in his heart, this shark gang is so strong, which proves that its strength is absolutely good, either the leader of this shark gang is arrogant and stupid, or he is fearless, and he does not take the Scorpion Sect in his eyes at all.

But Lin Jie believes in the latter.

"Okay, this tea has been tasted, the book has been listened to, it's time to get down to business."

Lin Jie drank all the tea in the cup and interrupted Ru Cheng, who was listening to the gossip.

Ru Cheng turned around unsatisfied, took a sip of tea, and kept up with Lin Jie's footsteps.

Lin Jie stepped up the steps and came to the back hall.

In the back hall, as soon as Geng Shen changed into civilian clothes, he saw two young men walking towards him. I was a little surprised in my heart, I didn't seem to know them, so I hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I don't know what the two sons are doing when they come to the cold house."

Lin Jie smiled and replied: "Listen to Mr. Listen to Mr. Tell the story, I only feel that Mr. is only eight buckets high, rich in five cars, and he talks about the sound and color, and he is fascinated by this seat, and Mr. is really talented."

Geng Zhen was suspicious in his heart, looking at the appearance and temperament of these two people, they didn't seem to be slapping beards and horses, such and such a look, I thought I had a request, but the old man was a first-order civilian reckless, how could he help?

He was puzzled and said modestly: "The little old man only learns a word and a half, and he is not a knowledgeable person.

"Mr. is modest, I don't know Mr. your surname." Lin Jie's eyes were burning, and his voice was easy-going.

"Don't have your surname Geng, and a single name has a "trial" character."

Geng Xun only felt that the person in front of him was as gentle as jade, and he felt like a spring breeze.

"It turned out to be Mr. Geng, I can't hide it, the kid is here, and he does have something to ask for."

Geng Xun didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to invite the two of them to sit down, handed the peaches on the table to the two of them, and said, "If the son has any important matters, please tell me."

Lin Jie was sitting precariously, looking indifferent, and said, "The kid has something, I want to ask Mr. to help take a look."

Saying that, Lin Jie poked Ru Cheng, who was eating peaches on the side, Ru Cheng understood, hurriedly stuffed the peaches in his mouth, opened his clothes, took out rice paper from his arms and handed it to Lin Jie.

Lin Jie presented the rice paper to Geng Zhen, who took it carefully.

"What is this?".

"Childe, can the old man get started and take a closer look."

"Mr. Casual".

Geng Xun looked at the thing in his hand, only to feel that this thing was as thin as a silkworm coat and as smooth as jade, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what kind of treasure was this, how could he never see it.

Lin Jie looked at Geng Xian's brows, sometimes inhaling and exclaiming, sometimes beating his chest, looking like a cute little old man, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and smile.

After a while, Geng Xun put the rice paper on the table, sighed, and said: "Childe is really sorry, the little old man looks left and right, and he can't see what kind of name this thing is, he can't tell why, I'm really ashamed, and I still hope that Gongzi Haihan." ”

"It's okay" Lin Jie waved his hand, and said indifferently, as if he had already understood everything.

To be honest, Geng Xun couldn't see what this was, it was really reasonable, after all, this rice paper had just come out in this world, if he could see the clues, Lin Jie would feel strange.

"Sir, you might as well take pen and ink and give it a try."

Lin Jie took a bite of the peach and said with a light smile.

"Pen and ink? Childe means that this thing can be written! ”

Geng Xun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in surprise.

"Yes".

Geng Xun hurriedly got up, took the pen and ink on the next table full of bamboo slips, and held the pen in his right hand, his face was stunned, but he couldn't put down the pen for a long time.

Lin Jie was a little puzzled and said, "Why don't you put pen to paper, sir?" ”。

Geng Xun was a little entangled and said: "Childe, such a treasure as clean as jade, if it is an old decay, wouldn't it be a waste of this treasure in vain, forgive the old man for not being able to obey his fate, and ask the son to forgive his sins."

Geng Xun put down his pen and said that he was going to return the rice paper to Lin Jie.

Lin Jie raised his hand to stop his move, and said with a smile: "The ancients often said: 'Words are valuable because of people', and this thing is the same, if no one uses it, it is not lighter than a feather and worthless, so please ask Mr. to give advice." “

Hearing this, Geng Zhen couldn't help but be moved in his heart, to be honest, he really wanted to try whether this thing could be written, but he was light and didn't dare to trespass, so he didn't dare to wave, it can be seen that this son values his cloth so much, and if he refuses, it seems that he doesn't know how to lift.

looked up at the expectant eyes of the son in front of him, and then, he picked up his pen and bent his elbows, and said respectfully: "In this way, the old man is ugly."

As soon as he put down the pen, Geng Xian's whole body trembled, and his eyes were also horrified!

This thing is really magical, light but not slippery, the ink is absorbed as soon as it is pasted, and then slowly fades away, white contrasts, it looks more black ink, and the font is more three-dimensional and handsome!

Just finished writing a word tremblingly, Geng Zhen stopped writing, for fear of damaging such a peerless treasure.

"What does the gentleman think of this thing?" Lin Jie smiled lightly.

"This, this, this... Peerless! ”。 Geng Xian's heart was beating nonstop, and he said incoherently excitedly.

"If the boy tells the gentleman, I have a way to make this thing."

"What !!"

Geng Xun's unstable brush fell on the rice paper, and the ink penetrated, printing a black plum blossom, his eyes were extremely incredulous, and even the brush fell as if it was unknown.

"Haha, don't be excited, sir, what the kid asks for is the propaganda work of this rice paper."

"This treasure is called 'rice paper'!" Geng Xun thought thoughtfully, and deeply engraved this name in his mind.

"I believe that Mr. has already understood the characteristics of this rice paper, this rice paper is tough and moist, light but not slippery, white and dense, pure texture, rubbed and folded without damage, and more valuable is that it does not rot for thousands of years, and does not moth!"

"This...". Geng Xun was speechless in shock, and the whole person was stunned.

After a long time, he slowly woke up from the shock, and looked at Lin Jie with a torch in his eyes.

"Childe, how much is the price of this treasure."

"It only costs five cents".

"Five cents!".

Geng Zhen has never been so shocked in his life, the word shock, he has already said numb, he feels that he may not be able to be 'shocked' for the rest of his life.

"The boy hopes that Mr. can spread the name of this rice paper and benefit more poor people!"

Lin Jie's words were sonorous and powerful, and Geng Xun only felt that he was suffocating his breath and that there was fire in his heart!

Immediately, he knelt down on the spot. "Childe, it is a great honor for the old man to be able to hand over this matter to the old man, and the old man thanks you for your great kindness for those literati and scholars!"

Lin Jie hurriedly helped Geng Shen up, there is a difference between the young and the old, although he has lived for tens of thousands of years, but he is from the earth, learning the teachings of the sages, how can he lose my Chinese tradition, this is not right.

Geng Xian's face was stunned, and he said: "Childe, as a lowly storyteller, I know a lot of classmates and friends, some of them are the same as me, they are also storytellers and eat, and most of the others are depressed, but the old man raised his arms and told them this rice paper treasure, I believe that within three days, this Qingyang Town will be a household name and everyone will know it." “

Lin Jie nodded, indeed, there is no convenient transportation in this place, and it is indeed not easy to spread rice paper, so he found this storyteller, the teahouse, and the wine shop are the places where the crowd gathers the most, and the fish and dragons are mixed, as long as the channel of the storyteller can be dredged, the intensity of public opinion propaganda will be greatly increased, one to ten, ten to hundred, one hundred to thousand, so if it goes on, then I am afraid that in three days, the name of this rice paper will be known to everyone!

"Childe, but this treasure of light rice paper is a favorite thing of the literati, and it is extremely difficult to compile a story, and most of the people who listen to the book are monks, I'm afraid they don't like to listen to it."

Geng Xun thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt that although this rice paper was good, it was a chicken rib for the monk, and it was vaguely inappropriate.

Lin Jie smiled mysteriously, took the brush, and wrote six big characters on the paper.

"Hype, love letters, ass".