Xianjin had just finished encouraging Boer when he was hurriedly called away by others. ?

Only the clear and stupid eyes that were illuminated remained, extremely firm.

Zhang Wenbo held the two existing color lists in his hands, his expression stern, "… bring me another thirty bags!"

He has collected two color lists!

Should we just give up now and fail at the last hurdle?

No!

no way!

The son of a landlord never gives up!

If this were an anime, Zhang Wenbo's back would have been ignited with a raging fire of battle! The dormant middle school soul would blow the horn of awakening! The strange desire to win or lose would seize the high ground of thinking!

This Bo'er came for seven or eight days in a row, and didn't say hello to Xianjin. He gave the money with his left hand and took the brown paper bag with his right hand. He handed over the money with one hand and the goods with the other, doing business in silence. It was obvious that he was holding back a rage.

Xianjin quietly asked Manager Dong, "...What is the origin of this Brother Zhang?"

Don't get ripped off!

Manager Dong lowered his head and said, "...He is the eldest son of a large landowner in Qingling Town, Huai'an Prefecture. His family has two to three thousand acres of fertile land and six or seven hills. He also does tea business in Huai'an Prefecture. Don't worry."

There are still a lot of hairs, and I can pull them out.

Xianjin felt relieved and focused on pulling out the berries.

There are not many scholars like Bo'er who burn themselves and light up Chen Ji, but there are quite a few who are generous.

Some wealthy sponsors would give out twenty or thirty brown paper bags at a time.

The sponsors are of different ages, the youngest is seven or eight years old, the oldest is fourteen or fifteen, and they are of different heights, weights and bodies. The only thing they have in common is that they come from wealthy families and...there is still huge room for improvement in their studies.

Ahem, after all, which academic master has time to play collecting cards?

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Before the first month of the lunar calendar and during the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, the New Year holiday is approaching and students are already unable to concentrate. Now, a new thing has come out of nowhere, and the topic of conversation during breaks, naps and lunches at Qingcheng Mountain Academy is always Chen's kraft paper bags and the finely crafted rice paper of various shapes inside.

Dean Qiao Fangzhi brought a pot of silver needle tea buds to the courtyard, listening to the two scholars discussing the difference between coral paper and tribute paper. He couldn't help but feel relieved, "Scholars discussing paper is like an old monk discussing Taoism, and even more like a general cherishing his instruments... Our students in the academy have finally figured it out and are now focusing on their studies!"

Qiao Hui who was following behind:...

He didn't know how to express it so as not to hurt his old father's feelings.

Bullshit love paper, talk about academics!

It was obvious that he was trapped by a pretty clever calculation!

In essence, it's just an addiction to gambling!

My dad!

Your students are sinking!

Qiao Hui was depressed and snorted softly, and told Chen Ji's trick of setting up a stall at the door and setting up the "blind bag" and "collection color list". "...The design is quite ingenious. The students were first tempted by the prize, and then aroused to compete for victory. Now there are several students who are collecting the five-color list. Zhang Wenbo from Huai'an Prefecture, Sun Shun from Chuzhou Prefecture, Wu Dalang from Jiangxi, these few are fighting hard, as if they are determined to win..."

Qiao Fangzhi held the teacup in his hand and stared at it for a moment, then pondered the matter over in his mind and then burst into laughter.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

"In ancient times, there was the merchant saint Fan Li, a wealthy man in Dingtao who distributed his wealth three times; there was Lü Buwei in Qin who was good at keeping rare goods and bought low and sold high... It is a blessing for a small town like Jing County to have such a merchant, who is smart and good at making money work!"

When Qiao Fangzhi finished speaking, his eyes were filled with sighs.

What is live money?

In the market, money that is constantly circulating is called live money.

In short, money that can be used is called active money.

On the contrary, the majority of money that is tightly held in the hands of a very small number of people is called dead money.

Wherever the economy is prosperous and the market is thriving, there is more active money and less dead money. Only in this way can there be a hundred schools of thought, people can live and work in peace and contentment, and a flourishing academic atmosphere.

Where there is no financial support, there is a wasteland. No matter how good the seeds are, they can only produce poor fruits.

Most of the reasons for the fall of the previous dynasties were that a small number of people were too rich, and they did not allow others to be rich, let alone richer than themselves. They suppressed and humiliated merchants, causing silver and fine goods to flow out, and the treasury became increasingly empty...

Qiao Fangzhi collected his thoughts and set the topic for next year's exam on the interpretation of classics in his mind - "Attract the people of the world, gather their goods, trade and return, and everyone gets what they deserve."

"Did you buy it?"

Qiao Fangzhi sipped his tea, pursed his lips, and his beard curled up. "My son, since he has seen through the secrets here, he must know that merchants are merchants, and profit is the most important thing. It is difficult for ordinary people to get good things from sellers. My son must not have wasted money. He must have watched coldly, arrogant in his heart, and secretly called the buyer a fool..."

"I bought it."

Qiao Hui twitched his lips and interrupted his father expressionlessly, "I bought a bag. That girl was really abominable. She tricked me into paying with just a few words."

What?

His son, who claimed to be extremely smart, was deceived and cheated!

After being stunned for a moment, Qiao Fangzhi twitched his beard and laughed out loud.

This laughter is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

Qiao Hui turned away.

Qiao Fangzhi's face flushed with laughter. Seeing that his eldest son looked really embarrassed, he secretly pinched his arm with his right hand and swallowed his laughter, "Then...what do you have in your bag?"

“I didn’t see it!”

Qiao Hui turned his head away and said, "From the probability point of view, it is just some jade tablets and ordinary papers for tribute..."

It doesn’t make much sense whether you open it or not.

Um...

Actually, the truth is, this bag witnessed the whole process of him being deceived and cheated by that girl...

What a shame!

As soon as he got home, he put the bag at the bottom of the box. There was no way he would open it, never in his entire life.

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