Ningrong Back Street.

Zhao Guoji followed Jia Huan into a store that specializes in selling four treasures of the study. The owner of the store came over quickly and looked at Jia Huan and Zhao Guoji. He knew that the one who could make the decision should be Jia Huan.

"Oh, this young master, I want to buy something. We have everything here, whether it is Hui inkstone, Hu pen, or Xuan paper.

You can just watch whatever you like, say what you like, I will give you a discount for you, keep it safe and use it comfortably and buy it in a affordable way!”

The store owner should have been immersed in the business industry for many years. He has good eyesight and speaks very skillfully and pleasantly.

Jia Huan nodded, not caring, after all, he had never seen anything before he was reborn? So he said, "I'll buy some rice paper and see if you have any other books to pass the time!"

When I heard that I just bought some rice paper and a book, the store owner's enthusiasm dissipated a lot. After all, the profits of these two things were not very large.

However, after all, he is an old man who has been in the mall for a long time. His smile remained low and he said flatteringly: "Your master, please take a look at it yourself. If you like it, tell the villain if you like it!"

Seeing his behavior, Jia Huan was amused and crying. It is common for businessmen to pursue profits, but he didn't expect that he was the one.

But he didn't care. He just walked to the place where the storybook was specially placed, picked it up and looked at it. It was basically something like "The West Chamber", "Journey to the West", etc., so old that he couldn't be old anymore, without any new ideas. After reading it casually, Jia Huan put it down.

Then he said to Zhao Guoji: "Buy two-bit rice paper, and then we will go back after packaging it. It's not interesting!"

"Okay Third Master!"

Zhao Guoji followed suit and quickly asked the shop owner to wrap two pieces of rice paper.

Two-cut rice paper, one-cut is 75 pieces, and two-cut one-cut totals 150 pieces, which is basically enough.

The store owner made up the bill and originally cost one or two cents of silver. In the end, the store owner smiled and only collected one or two cents of silver. He said that he could continue to offer discounts next time.

After taking the rice paper, Zhao Guoji followed Jia Huan out, and soon returned to the corner gate of Rongguo Mansion. He took the rice paper from Zhao Guoji. Jia Huan smiled and said, "Let's do it today. Ten days later, you can wait for me here at the same time."

"Oh, Master Third, walk slowly!"

After passing through the corner gate, Jia Huan looked at the busy servant while walking, ignoring him, and of course no one paid attention to him.

Have fun and leisure!

After a while, he returned to his yard.

"Ah, why did Master Third come back so early?"

Xiao Jixiang was playing in the yard. After seeing Jia Huan carrying his schoolbag and rice paper, he quickly stepped forward to take Jia Huan's schoolbag and asked in surprise.

In the past, Jia Huan would not come back after noon. Today, he came back so early. Xiao Jixiang wondered if it was the third master who skipped school?

Looking at Xiao Jixiang with his brows frowned, Jia Huan saw through her thoughts and smiled and said, "San Master did not skip school. It was because the teacher in the school saw that San Master had already learned elementary school, so he gave San Master a month off.

Xiao Jixiang, you can help Master San take the schoolbag in first, and then come and help Master San cut paper together.”

When Xiao Jixiang heard Jia Huan say this, she was instantly happy. As long as the third master was motivated and not skipping school, she would be very happy.

So he jumped and took his schoolbag into the room, ran back quickly, and brought a sharp knife and other tools for cutting paper.

Seeing her like this, Jia Huan was also happy. After cleaning the stone table, the two began to cut paper.

It doesn't matter if this is done. After cutting all the rice paper, it is already past twelve o'clock noon.

Just after finishing packing, Xiaoque came to say that Aunt Zhao asked Jia Huan to go over for dinner.

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan nodded, and then asked Xiao Jixiang to get a basin of clear water. After cleaning his hands, he took Xiao Jixiang to the yard where Aunt Zhao lived for dinner.

Of course, Aunt Zhao was inevitably scolded at the dinner table, after all, this has become a common thing.

At this time, after Xiao Jixiang told Jia Huan about being praised in school and having a month off, Aunt Zhao was overjoyed, her face turned into a smile, and she was so unhappy that she wanted to tell Jia Zheng the news immediately.

Looking at Aunt Zhao who was dancing with her hands, Jia Huan was speechless and could only smile bitterly. Perhaps in Aunt Zhao's opinion, if you can compare Jia Baoyu, you will have the opportunity to inherit the wealth of the Jia family in the Jia family.

After dinner, Jia Huan took Xiao Jixiang back to the yard and began his plan to make money.

When he was just reading the scripts in the store, he found that those scripts had been circulating for many years and were basically known to everyone.

So I thought about writing a novel, or copying a novel, and more importantly, I could practice writing.

For Jia Huan, if it is hard pen calligraphy, it is OK, but even if the brush is remembered by the predecessor, it cannot be written as much as possible.

After all, Jia Huan is only less than eight years old at this moment, and even if his calligraphy is well written, it will not be much better.

In the future, whether he is an official or an imperial examination, a businessman, or a businessman, or a scramble or a scrambler, or a rich and idle person, he is very important for a good handwriting.

In this era, there is a saying that words are like the person.

Many literati directly and arbitrarily judge a person's personality based on other people's words.

Although it is nonsense, in this era, people are very fond of this method.

On the side of the table, Xiao Jixiang was imitating the way he was in the opera and was about to give Jia Huan a red sleeve, grinding ink seriously, and a very interesting light flashed in his big eyes.

Seeing this, Jia Huan didn't care about her. The little girl must be too bored to play alone, so she came like this.

I took the pen and dipped it in ink, and now I tried writing it on a piece of paper. Although it was not particularly good-looking, it was pretty good.

So he arranged the rice paper he bought and picked up his pen to write the five big words "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Then I started writing the first chapter, the wind and snow changed, and the Qiantang River was vast and the river water was endless day and night, bypassing Niujia Village, Lin'an Prefecture, Liangzhe West Road, and flowed east into the sea. There were dozens of black-brown trees on the riverside, and the leaves were as red as fire. It was August. The weeds in front of and behind the village had just started to turn yellow, with a slight setting sun...

In this way, one brush after another fell on the rice paper, and one piece of rice paper was filled with rice paper. Each piece of rice paper was marked with Arabic numerals and placed neatly in a brocade box on the table.

Xiao Jixiang didn't feel bored either because her big eyes kept staring at Jia Huan, thinking to himself: "How come the Third Master has become better? Oh, I can't see enough!"

Jia Huan ignored him because he seemed to have novels after novel in his mind, whether it was martial arts novels or fantasy novels, as if the novels he had read were slowly emerging word by word.

The more he wrote, the more he felt easy, and the more he wrote, the more fluent he felt. The ink was written one inkstone after another. At dusk, a ray of setting sun passed through the window, and Xu Hui sprinkled on the desk.

Jia Huan stopped, looked at Xiao Jixiang who was dozing off, and then looked at the messy manuscript paper placed in the quilt on the table, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

If there was no sadness on his wrist, he would probably write until the evening.

He put away the pen and inkstone, sorted out the written manuscript paper, and put it into the brocade box, then he woke Xiao Jixiang up with a smile.

At this time, the little girl was wet with her sleeves. When she woke up, she looked at Jia Huan and looked at her with a smile. The little girl was a little embarrassed. She quickly wiped the saliva at the corner of her mouth, grinned, and screamed very cutely: "San Master, have you finished writing?"

"Well, after writing, let's wash your hands and go to your aunt's place to have dinner together!"
Chapter completed!