She was such a fat village girl. Almost instantly, Long Yan Danmo became interested in Qian Duoduo, the village girl who came to Mo Baozhai.
He was really curious, did this village girl really know how to write?
"So what if it does? So what if it doesn't? Do you think the guests who appear at Mo Baozhai must be able to write?" Qian Duoduo looked slightly unhappy, couldn't he buy it for others?
"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm just a little curious. In this Tianlong Kingdom, even women from wealthy families may not enter this shop selling paper, ink, pens and inkstones." Long Yan Danmo said, pointing to Yanzhi opposite.
In the gouache shop, Qian Duoduo looked up and saw customers coming like a cloud.
On the contrary, this Mo Baozhai is nothing different except himself and this strange and beautiful man.
Qian Duoduo had a touch of sarcasm on his face: "Young master, I think I should be like them!"
"No, no, no...that's not what I meant, I'm just curious, why is the girl different?" Long Yan Danmo said apologetically.
The expression on Qian Duoduo's face softened a little, and he looked at the wolf hair pen in his hand and said: "I just bought a pen for my young brother at home. Sir, can you tell me now why this wolf hair pen is not made of wolf hair?"
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A trace of disappointment flashed across Long Yan Danmo's face. Sure enough, he had thought too much. In this era where a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, do she really expect any woman to be different from others?
"Haha, this wolf brush is actually not the wolf of the wolf in the forest, but the wolf of the weasel, so the hair on this wolf brush is actually made from a piece of hair from the weasel's tail!"
Long Yan Danmo said, picking up a wolf brush in his hand: "But there are no real wolf brushes in this shop. Most of the pens here are mixed with the hair of other animals. If it is a real wolf brush,
The Langhao pens are very expensive, even I only spent a lot of money to buy one!"
"Oh...I see, I really learned a lot!" Qian Duoduo nodded, picked a langhao pen that he thought was good, then picked a good inkstone, walked to the shelf where the paper was placed, and picked up a stack of
After tying up the paper, I walked to the shopkeeper.
"Shopkeeper, how much do these cost?"
Behind him, Long Yan Danmo watched Qian Duoduo get the answer and stopped talking to him, but went to buy his own things.
He felt bored, so he turned around and walked to the shelf to look at it by himself.
The shopkeeper glanced at the things in Qian Duoduo's hand, and the abacus in his hand suddenly started to crackle.
While typing, he muttered: "A Langhao pen costs ten cents, an inkstone costs fifteen cents, black ink costs twenty cents, and white paper costs four taels and a dozen cents. A total of four taels and forty-five cents!"
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After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he looked up at Qian Duoduo: "Girl, what else do you need?"
Qian Duoduo was stunned on the spot, looking at the small bundle of papers in his hand. I was stunned. This small bundle actually cost four taels of silver for not even two hundred sheets.
"Shopkeeper, are you sure you didn't make a mistake in your calculation? This kind of poor paper that can't even wipe your butt costs four taels of silver. Why don't you go and grab the money?" Qian Duoduo looked at the shopkeeper in surprise. She knew this country.
Paper is expensive, but I didn't expect it to be so expensive. It's like stealing money.
"Girl, this paper came from Qifeng Country. We haven't researched how to do it in our own country, so it was very expensive when we bought it back."
As the shopkeeper said this, he felt angry in his heart. He felt that this girl was definitely not here to buy paper today. She was here to humiliate the literati like them. It was too much to wipe their butts with the paper that everyone cherished so much.
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