Bi's umbrella shop has been open in the alley of the north of the city for many years, and the ancestors have been doing this for several generations, and in the early years, when there were not many umbrella shops on Beijing Street, the Bi family's business was still very good, and occasionally received orders from rich and noble families.

But with the opening of five or six umbrella shops on the street in recent years, his family's business has deteriorated day by day.

After all, the umbrella is not a consumable, and after you buy it, you can use it for many years without deliberately breaking it.

The customer base is already small, and with the fierce competition, it is no wonder that business can still be as prosperous as before.

"Bang-"

Bi Fuqi pushed open the courtyard door, puffed out his cheeks, held the schoolbag belt in his hand, and stepped in angrily.

"Daddy! I don't want to read! I can't read it anyway!"

"What can you do without reading?" Bi Changshun sat under the big camphor tree in the corner of the courtyard, holding an oil-paper umbrella slowly, and when he heard the words, he looked up and glared at his son angrily.

"I can follow you to tie an umbrella!" Bi Fuqi moved a small bench, sat next to his father, snatched the umbrella that his father had tied halfway, and tied it up neatly, "Look, I can do all this!"

"You stinky boy! I can't bear to scold you, you're still scolding, aren't you?" Bi Chang didn't fight anywhere, picked up the bench and wanted to beat his son, "Why are you letting you study? It's not that you're getting ahead! Do you think it's easy to open an umbrella? Look at the shop in front of you, has anyone come to buy an umbrella? Your mother saw that she was dozing off when she looked at the shop."

"Then don't just count on me! Can't you let your little brother go to school? I'm not reading material!" Bi Fu angrily retorted while hiding, "You don't know how my classmates laugh at me, anyway, I won't be able to read this book for a day!"

"You! You're an unfilial son!"

Bi Changshun was so angry that his beard flew up, in vain he saved money and scraped together enough for this kid to study, but he didn't expect him to gain fame and become an official in the court, but at least he knew a little knowledge, and there would be many ways out in the future, in case his own umbrella couldn't be rolled out, he would go to another shop as an accountant, or go to a private school to be a teacher, so as not to make life difficult. As a result, this unfilial son is good, he said that if he doesn't read it, he won't read it, and he is really angry!

Zhao Wulang pushed open the door of the courtyard of the Bi family, and saw the father and son running around the courtyard one by one, chasing the other, and was stunned: "Brother Bi, am I not at the right time?"

"Yikes! Old Five! Let you see the joke! Come in and sit! When did you come back? Didn't you say that you went to work in Zhuangzi outside the noble city? It's done so soon?"

"Not yet!"

Zhao Wulang made a long story short, saying that the noble family needs to customize a batch of oil paper, the amount is very large, but the current oil paper does not meet the requirements, I hope to be thinner, a little more transparent, if it can transmit light, it would be better!

"Oh! You need to be tough, don't poke and touch it and it will break." Zhao Wulang finally added, "Brother Bi, if you can figure out such oil paper, you can rest assured that the order is placed! The nobles need more than you think! Let's put it this way, this order is worth ten years of your family's business."

「……」

Zhao Wulang rarely returned to the city, so he naturally wanted to go home to see.

After sending him out, Bi Changshun squatted under the camphor tree and smoked dry cigarettes, thinking about how to make the oil paper that the nobleman wanted.

One order is worth ten years!

How to make people not impressed?

But the existing oil paper is already the best oil paper that Bi Jiazu has figured out, how can it be changed?

"Daddy......" Bi Fu Qi Qi Ai came over, "You just promise me! I'm not going to the academy anymore......

"Stinky boy!" Bi Changshun held a pipe and made a gesture to hit him, "I don't want to study, I don't want to take the imperial examination, right? Yes! You also heard the words of the fifth uncle next door to you, and you have the ability to make the oil paper he wants, you can't fall in love with this!"

"That's what you said! I'm going to go!"

Bi Fu hurriedly went back to the house and put his schoolbag, and then rushed into the room where his father made oiled paper, and stumbled.

The Bi family has a set of tools for making their own oil paper, which also saves a lot of costs for the Bi family umbrella shop.

Bi Fuqi didn't come out until the time of the lamp, and the dinner was brought in by the child's mother.

Bi Changshun: "......"

This stinky boy!

Why didn't I see him work so hard when I was studying?

If you are willing to put this research energy into studying, why worry about not gaining fame in the exam!

Bi Fuqi soaked in the oil paper room for three days, and during these three days, the academy had to go as usual, otherwise his father would not agree to him enter the oil paper room again, and only allowed him to go into the oil paper room after returning from school.

As a result, during the day, I spent my days in the academy like a year, and my mind was full of oiled paper, oiled paper, oiled paper, which was thin, transparent, and a little tough!

Even the ridicule and sarcasm of the classmates did not have time to pay attention.

As soon as I started school, I put my schoolbag around my neck and ran home like a fly.

"Hey! Bi Fuqi, what are you doing running so fast? Is your house out of water?"

"Bi Fuqi's family is in the water! Bi Fuqi's umbrella shop is gone!"

Before he put it aside, Bi Fuqi was so angry that he turned his head and threw stones at them, and replied, "Phew! Your family is just out of the water!"

Then several people began a war of words.

But he is weak, and he can't do anything if he scolds, because the academy has rules - if a gentleman doesn't use his mouth, he can only go home sulking.

But he didn't have time to deal with those obnoxious naïve ghosts today.

This made his group of classmates look at each other:

"This kid has changed?"

"I don't know!"

"It's not fun!"

At that time, Bi Fu ran home in one go, dropped his schoolbag and plunged into the oiled paper room.

I swore that I must make the oil paper that Uncle Zhao wanted!

Let his father impress him, and then agree that he will not go to school.

"I'm really, really not reading material, why can't my father figure it out!"

Bi Fuqi grabbed a handful of cotton into the experimental bucket while tinkering with it, and stirred it carefully. Suddenly, a white bead rolled out of the cotton bag, and it fell into the test bucket with a whirl.

Bi Fuqi looked at it: Oops! This is the pest removal in a cotton bag!

"It's over, it's over! Messed up,! How can I be so clumsy! Not only did they waste a camphor, but they also ruined a bucket of cotton water that was finally mixed well......

He hurriedly tried to get the camphor out, but the test bucket was very deep, and there was a fire at the bottom, and after the camphor fell, it sank to the bottom of the bucket.

He didn't scoop it up for a long time with the scoop, but the cotton water became more and more muddy and viscous......

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Just when the smoke wafted out from the chimneys of every house, Bi Fu rushed out of the oiled paper room with an excited face, and shouted at Bi Changshun, who was fetching water and washing his face in the yard:

"Daddy, come and see! I, I, I seem to have made the oil paper that Uncle Fifth wanted!"

"Bang-"

Bi Changshun was startled, and accidentally knocked over the wooden basin full of water on the laundry table, pouring a cold on his body......