The small gong goes "dong dong dong", the light in Huajiantang alternates between bright and dark, and it is difficult to distinguish the velvet flowers and fresh flowers in the deliberately created dark environment.
"Bai Ze!"
Aunt Zhong's voice suddenly rose: "Carved Silk Bai Ze! The Bai Ze beast has a tiger head, red hair and horns. It is a good king and is born to assist him. It is a good opportunity for a good minister! In order to make this carved silk Bai Ze rice paper, Chen Ji specially invited the retired painter Zhang Guizong to come out of seclusion and write. He discarded 300 scrolls to get this paper! The bidding price is 500 coins!"
Bai Ze! Good minister! The virtuous king appears!
Among the crowd of people raising signs, Xiong Youyou finally raised her sign, "...Five taels of silver!"
After three moments of silence, a middle-aged man who had been sitting in the back row and had not moved raised his sign with a laugh, "Eight taels."
Xiong Youyou didn't look back. Instead, she put the sign away and gently waved at Aunt Zhong, indicating that she gave up.
"Eight taels of silver per time!"
"Eight taels of silver twice!"
When Aunt Zhong was about to bring the hammer down.
——"Ten taels!"
Xianjin turned his head and looked at the first row.
This is Zhen Sanlang, a salt merchant at Longchuanxi Wharf in Xuancheng Prefecture.
Zhen Sanlang raised his brows and looked proudly at the middle-aged man from another place in the back row.
"Twenty taels." The middle-aged man had a fair face and no beard. He looked calm and friendly, and spoke standard Mandarin, but one could tell at the first sound that he was not from Xuancheng Prefecture.
Zhen Sanlang was almost mad at me. He was competing with him for money! He didn't even look at what kind of business his family was doing!
"Thirty taels!" Zhen Sanlang said with great pride.
The middle-aged man was silent.
Aunt Zhong cast her burning eyes towards the last row, obviously waiting for the middle-aged man to make a bid.
The middle-aged man remained calm and did not respond.
"Thirty taels per time!"
"Thirty-two times!"
"Thirty-two or three times!"
"Bang!" The gavel fell and the game was settled!
Aunt Zhong loudly congratulated Zhen Sanlang, "Congratulations, Mr. Zhen San! You have finally got Bai Ze!"
Xianjin disappeared from the darkness, lowered his head and whispered to Suo'er: "... go and find out who that middle-aged man is and where he lives now. If you find out, just send him a piece of paper with flowers and birds engraved on it."
After paying the bill, Zhen Sanlang, overwhelmed with joy, realized that he had given out fifty taels of silver in just one visit to the paper shop today...
He gave out two months' worth of monthly allowance...
It’s only the beginning of the month! How is he going to get through the next two months? He has no savings!
What's more, why did he buy so much paper?
He can even only write Three Character Classic!
Even in the circle of the second generation of dandies in Xuancheng Prefecture, this level of cultural attainment is considered quite shocking.
Zhen Sanlang returned home trembling with fear, thinking that he would be severely beaten by his old man.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the main hall, the old man hugged his head and kissed him four or five times, shouting excitedly, "It is true that stupid people are blessed! Stupid people are blessed!"
Then he threw him a hundred taels of silver and swallowed the Kesi Bai Ze Xuan paper that he had bought at a huge price.
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