Originally, Mrs. Zuo Shilang of the household department did not have any grudges with the princess of Zhenguo, but since the Jinyuanzheng business was seized, there was no source of income for the business, and the income in the house was suddenly stretched.

But the money needed there still has to be provided on time, which makes it even worse. Recently, she and her husband have almost turned gray for money.

Nowadays, there are many industries in Fuchu, but there are not many good profits. This Songzhu Zhai specializes in pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the original sales were not bad.

She and her husband also hoped to sell more goods and make more money. But I didn't expect to open such a Xiao Ji paper village next to it, just opened today, and all the guests ran to grab the paper, and they didn't have half a guest in Songzhu Zhai.

If this continues, they will not last a few days and will go out of business.

If there is really a father, what kind of child does Xiao Pingyuan have since he became the right attendant of the household department, and he has been against her husband in the household department every day, and now the princess of Zhenguo has come to grab business with her again.

If she doesn't give the other party a little color, she will really be bullied by their left servant Langfu.

Mrs. Zuo Shilang said to the shopkeeper, "Immediately send these papers to the household department and hand them over to the master, and tell him that they were bought from the newly opened paper village of the princess of Zhenguo." ”

As soon as the shopkeeper heard it, he immediately understood what Mrs. meant, this is to let the master find a way to go to the right servant of the household in front of the emperor.

The princess of Zhenguo opened a shop and competed with the people for profit, not to mention, although the price of the paper sold was low, but the quality was worrying, she couldn't write and paint at all, and she didn't know where she came in with a clear conscience.

Xiao Ji Paper Village, the little guy just put a batch of paper on the counter, and immediately snatched it away.

The slow hand was immediately unhappy, "This brother, you can't snatch this whole knife away, so give me a little bit." ”

"It's like, we've been waiting for a long time, why did you take it all."

"Hey, I can't give this to you, there are a lot of people in my house, and this knife is not enough."

The guy who was loading the goods, seeing the noisy and noisy guests, almost got into a fight, reached out and touched the sweat on his forehead, and quickly persuaded, "No need to rob, no need to rob, there are all ......"

"Hey, little brother, since there is still the goods, then hurry up and take it out, this batch is not enough to divide ......"

If you are afraid that you won't be able to grab it, you will take out the silver ticket in your arms and hand it to the guy, "Little brother, I will give the silver ticket first, and the next knife must be given to me." ”

When the other man saw it, he immediately took out a silver ticket from his purse, slapped it on the counter with a snap, and shouted loudly, "Little brother, this is five hundred taels, and the next batch of goods will ......be all for me."

The other guests were even more anxious when they saw it, for fear that the paper would be bought, so they took out the silver tickets from their arms, padded their heels and handed them to the guys, shouting in their mouths, give them the next batch of goods first.

The young man in the shop was so loud that his head was buzzing, and he was almost dazzled by the pile of silver tickets handed in front of him. These guys knew that they would sell well after seeing the paper made by the princess, but they still underestimated the purchasing power of the people of Kyoto, and they didn't expect it to be so popular.

Yu Xijiu and a few colleagues hurried to the village, and finally arrived at Xiao Ji Paper Village.

Several people were almost dumbfounded when they saw the situation at the door.

The shop was crowded, many people were squeezed to the point that their shoes fell off, their hats were crooked, and their clothes were messy, but no one paid attention to them, and they all held up the silver tickets in their hands and shouted to sell paper.

At the door of the paper village, there is a steady stream of people who rushed over after hearing the news, for fear that if they take a step slowly, the paper will be sold out. I don't think it's going to be slow, and it's even going to run.

Yu Xijiu and his colleagues glanced at each other, and immediately turned around and squeezed into the store.

"Dangdangdang......"

Everyone was scrambling, and suddenly they were startled by a deafening gong sound.

They all turned their heads to look at the door of the paper village, only to see a gray-shirted man standing at the door, a gong in his left hand and a mallet in his right hand.

Behind the gray-shirted man stood several men in school uniforms.

Seeing that the scene was quiet, the gray-shirted man struck the gong in his hand again, attracting everyone's attention.

"Hey, listen to me, don't grab this paper anymore, you've all been deceived. The owner of this Xiao Ji Paper Village is too dark, and he doesn't know where the conscience comes from, and this paper can't be used for writing at all, let alone painting. ”

The scholars standing behind the gray-shirted man unfolded the paper in their hands one after another and held it up for everyone to see, "You all see, although this paper looks good, it can't be written at all." As soon as the pen is dropped, the ink on it will be blurred, and as long as there is a drop of ink, it will become this black mass. ”

Another scholar also held up the paper in his hand with righteous indignation and said, "That is, I originally wanted to make a painting, but as soon as I put down the pen, it turned into a ball of ink, and I couldn't draw at all." In order to make money, the conscience of the owner of this paper village was eaten by dogs. ”

The customers who were rushing to buy in the store, after hearing the words of a few people outside, glared at them with mentally retarded eyes, and immediately turned around and handed the silver ticket in his hand to the guy, "Little brother, give me this knife paper." ”

"Hey, you're a step slower, this knife paper is my ......"

A colleague turned his head and saw Yu Saijiu holding a pile of paper in his arms, and immediately shouted, "Yu Saijiu, everyone is looking at the excitement, you actually snatched such a paper ...... silently"

Yu Sai Liquor is full of pride, what is there to see about the excitement, of course, it is important to grab the paper. The people outside the door apparently didn't even know what the paper was for, and they came to make trouble.

Looking at it like that, it is estimated that it was taken advantage of, Yu Saijiu shook his head, and now the young man, I am afraid that this brain will not work.

The gray-shirted man and scholar at the door of the paper village frowned when they looked at the crowd in the store that was rushing again.

These people are stupid, they all said that the paper of this paper village cannot be used for writing and painting at all, why do these people continue to rush to buy it?

A few men squeezed out of the store with the paper they had finally snapped up, and when they saw the men in green shirts and the scholars with confused faces, they kindly reminded them, "You are mistaken, this paper is not used for writing and drawing at all." ”

The man in green shirt and the scholars watched the men walking away with a large pile of paper, confused, this paper is not for writing and painting, what is it for?

On the Jinluan Palace, the emperor had just finished discussing things with the hundred officials and was about to announce his retirement from the court.

Seeing this, the left attendant of the household department took a step forward, "Your Majesty, the minister wants to participate in the right attendant of the household department, Lord Xiao, who has no way to teach his daughter, and the princess of Zhenguo opened a shop to compete with the people, but the paper sold is of inferior quality." The paper sold by Siu Kee Paper Village could not be used for writing or drawing at all. ”

Xiao Pingyuan, who was standing on the side, glanced at the paper held high in Zou Changyuan's hand expressionlessly, but he didn't say a word.

The emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair, lowered his eyes and glanced at the paper in Zuo Shilang's hand, and said in his heart, no wonder he looked a little familiar just now, isn't this the toilet paper that Xiao Aiqing sent someone to send him into the palace yesterday?

Not to mention, he used this toilet paper quite well, and it was sent to his heart.

(End of chapter)