The paper used for this test pen is the cheapest paper in this shop.

Having written it in his own hand, Yan Yu knew it in his heart.

"Thank you, shopkeeper. I'll save it. I'll practice more diligently in the future." She added, "This paper is whiter than the paper I made at home, but it looks a little different when it comes to writing."

"Young master, your family can also make paper?" The shopkeeper was quite surprised.

"I know how to make it, but the color doesn't look good. Dad said it's fine for my own use, but there are too many people writing in our house, so we don't have enough paper. I would like to ask the shopkeeper if you have any used paper here. Can you sell it to me cheaper?

"

The shopkeeper thought she was trying to sell her home-made paper, and thought that as long as it wasn't too bad and the price was right, it wouldn't hurt to buy some. Hearing her say that the color was not good, I was quite happy. In a border town like Huju, cheap goods are easy to sell, but

After listening to it, it turned out that I was not selling, but buying...

"This waste paper...should be dried before writing?" the shopkeeper asked hesitantly.

Some poor scholars will let it dry in the sun and write and use it over and over again until the thin ink marks are superimposed and become thicker.

No, even if the Yan family came here to escape famine, Yan Hushu was already on official duty, and they had collected money before...

"No, I need to make the paper again. Now, it looks like this." She took out a small book and showed the shopkeeper the unwritten pages at the back.

The shopkeeper understood that it was made by beating the pulp again, so no wonder the color was not good.

"There is some waste paper, but not much." The shopkeeper motioned to the waiter to find it. "If you want it, young master, just take it."

"No, I have to pay." Yan Yu insisted: "The shopkeeper can sell it to me cheaper, but the money must be collected. My family will not just buy it this time, but I have to trouble the shopkeeper to keep it for my family in the future."

"This... well, if that's the case, then I'll charge the young master five copper coins, how about that?"

"It's fine if the shopkeeper thinks it's okay. I brought the copper coins." Yan Yu put the five copper coins on the shopkeeper's cabinet and looked at him expectantly.

The shopkeeper smiled and asked the clerk to sort it out for her, fold it into a pile, and tie it up with fine hemp rope.

Yan Huaiwen turned around and saw the waiter running out happily carrying a pile of waste paper and calling him with a smile: "Uncle!"

His cold eyes immediately became gentle, he took the thing in her hand and said: "Get in the car and buy the oil paper you want."

Yan Yu climbed up quickly, and Yan Huaiwen briefly flipped through the waste paper she bought.

The two of them walked forward for a while, and then Yan Huaiwen said, "Xiao Er, how much did you spend on this piece of paper?"

"Five copper plates." Yan Yu replied crisply: "I have calculated that it is not expensive, and the paper in the bookstore is used for test pens. If you don't write a few words, the color of the paper can be lighter, and it will be better.

It looks much better.”

Yan Huaiwen was noncommittal about the price.

There was one thing he wanted to mention.

"Do you know what the purpose of keeping all this waste paper in the bookstore is?"

"They are also useful? Are they also making recycled paper?" Yan Yu asked with wide eyes.

"There is a poor family who cannot afford good paper, so they will cut up the waste paper and use the blank space. The written paper can also be used to paste the walls and windows."

Yan Yu:……

I thought that using recycled paper at home would be frugal enough, but I didn’t expect that there would be something even more frugal.

Yan Huaiwen: "Compared with others, the bookstore owner is more willing to sell waste paper to you."

He stopped near the grocery store and tied up the cart.

"Next time, you might as well discuss with the shopkeeper if you can exchange paper for paper."

Yan Yu jumped down by herself, "Uncle, you mean to replace these waste papers with paper made at home?"

"Yes. There are just a few pieces here and there. It's hard for shopkeepers to sell them, so most of them are sold to those scholars.

The depth of the color, whether it looks good or not, does not affect writing.

People who buy scrap paper are no different from us, they all want more places to write.

They benefit each other and are cheap for both sides."

Asking Yan Yu how much he wanted, Yan Huaiwen paid the money and got the oil paper.

The two were about to return to the bullock cart, but they didn't want to hear the noise in the distance.

There was the sound of horse hooves, someone stopped shouting loudly, and there were exclamations from street vendors.

Yan Huaiwen reacted very quickly, picked up Yan Yu, and walked quickly to the bullock cart.

Yan Yugang was about to stand on tiptoe to watch the excitement, but he didn't want to be teleported away by his uncle. When he woke up, he was already standing on the bullock cart.

Just right, the view is better.

Yan Huaiwen pulled the cow and kept comforting it with his hands, fearing that his three treasures would be frightened.

Seeing that the cow was no different, he took a closer look.

But it was a government servant and his horse chasing a man.

The man had his hands tied in chains, his hair was unkempt, and his clothes were in rags. He was running away in a hurry, constantly using hawker stalls on the street to dodge.

The government servant behind him had a fierce look on his face and pursued him relentlessly. He unsheathed his long sword and kept slashing, no matter what, he didn't hit anyone, but he left the vendor's stall in pieces.

Yan Huaiwen frowned and said, "Servant, come down first and wait for me by the bullock cart. Don't run around."

Yan Yu got out of the car obediently and hugged the calf of his three treasures.

Give the uncle a look that says don't worry.

As the uncle was walking, he rolled up his robe with his right hand and put his hands on his back. He stopped him with his left hand without any warning. The fleeing man was about to dodge to one side when he raised his foot and kicked him on the wooden shackles, causing him to fall down.

On the ground.

handsome!

Yan Yu's eyes were shining with stars.

Lao Yan's kick was so swift that not only the person who was kicked down did not expect it, but she also did not expect it.

Seeing someone fall, the vendors around him quickly grabbed something to hold him up and prevent him from getting up.

The officer tightened the reins and the horse stopped.

He turned over and dismounted, and slapped the helping vendor rudely with the knife in his hand, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Yan Huaiwen's eyes darkened, and he waved his robe to stop him in front of him.

"Although Huju is not a capital city, there is a ban on riding horses in the streets except during wartime. This Beijing envoy, please respect yourself."

The yamen servant did not expect that this person was still discerning.

He raised the knife in his hand and said, "Who are you? How dare you stop me? This person is a wanted criminal. If you block him in front, what does it have to do with him? Are you a comrade?"

Yan Yu cursed in his heart, he was indeed from the capital, so he had a good reputation.

"This person is guilty of escaping with the yoke, and his crime will be increased to one degree.

However, the Beijing envoy has handed over official documents to me, Hu Ju, so I don’t have to worry about the pursuit." Yan Huaiwen remained motionless and was not intimidated by the sharp blade in his hand.

While he was talking, Huju's Yamen servant ran over.

He first controlled the criminal, and then greeted the two men who were facing each other vaguely.

"Pengtou, this is our newly appointed Yan Hushu.

Yan Hushu, this is Agent Peng who came to the capital to escort the criminal. Haha, we are old friends. We always meet once a year. We walked around and caught the prisoner. The brothers organized a table

, just waiting for you.

Tell me, you, Lao Peng, are just impatient. How can we let this man run away when he gets to Huju? Just shout at the top of your lungs, none of these old people on the street can get rid of him, so why do you have to chase him yourself..."

The Beijing official was dragged away, and the huddled government officials quickly turned around and winked at Yan Huaiwen, making small gestures of bowing.

Yan Huaiwen nodded to him, first thanked the hawker who helped, and then sent the hawker who was struck by the knife to the nearest medical center.

The hawker's face turned red with embarrassment and he kept saying: "No, no, I have rough skin and thick flesh. Nothing happened. I just had a pain. Now it doesn't hurt anymore. Why don't I go to a medical center? I really don't need it."

However, at Yan Huaiwen's insistence, he was still dragged away, forced to take off his clothes and showed it to the doctor, who also prescribed medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

After he was comforted and returned home, Yan Huaiwen said to the doctor seriously: "The money for the medicine just now will be recorded on Agent Li's head. I will ask him to come and settle the account."

As soon as Yan Yu led Sanbao to the door, he heard his uncle say this and was very curious: "Uncle, why should I remember it on Uncle Li? It was obviously the policeman from the capital who hurt someone, he should be let out."

Money is the right thing!”

"The handover of prisoners has been completed, and the responsibility of guarding has fallen on Huju. They were not strict enough and allowed people to escape, which disturbed the city and injured people. Shouldn't he take the medicine money?"

If you think about it that way, you really should get it.

…

"That one was your lord's household secretary just now? What's the origin of this arrogant and open-mouthed prohibition clause?" After a glass of wine, Agent Peng's anger gradually subsided and he asked the person next to him with squinting eyes.

"Oh, all scholars are like this. Don't take it to heart, Lao Peng. He's the one who just ran away. What's going on?" Li Tou muffled Yan Hushu's comment and filled up his wine glass.

Captain Peng quickly drank it all in one gulp and said something bad.

"You all know that the people under me are very disciplined. We are only greedy for money and never have other ideas.
To be continued...