At that time, shop doors were usually made of six to eight long thick wooden boards, assembled using mortise and tenon structures.
At this time, the "white" wooden board had just been removed halfway.
There was a commotion at the door, and soon it was filled with people who were eager to watch the fun - after all, an old man was lying on a stretcher, struggling to death, and his family members were looking for a young girl by name...
This kind of posture is rare. Half of them appear in front of pharmacies and clinics, and the other half often appear in front of the workplaces of the fallen people...
Xianjin first calmed down his Qi and held the third long wooden board with both hands. He said "Hey Yo", took down the wooden board alone, and put it on the open ground with a "thump". Only then did he look up and ask, "It's me. What do you want from me?"
The leading young man shuddered unconsciously:... Cui Yingying uprooted a weeping willow tree? Du Liniang fought against Lu Zhishen?
This little girl has skinny arms and legs, how come she is so strong...
The young man swallowed hard, his love for his master overcoming his fear of the muscular woman, and he stammered to introduce himself, "I... I, we are from Zhanghe Village, Xiaxi Town next door... This, this, this, this, this is me, I, I, I..."
I looked for a long time, but there was no response.
The onlookers burst into laughter.
The uneven laughter made the boy's face turn red, and he could no longer express himself.
Xian Jin bowed to the onlookers and said with a smile, "Everyone, wait a minute before laughing. Please listen to what this young man has to say."
The young man swallowed his saliva again, and seeing that the shopkeeper He was looking at him gently, as if encouraging him, he felt a surge of anger in his chest and shouted, "This is my master! He is the famous crane painter in Zhanghe Village!"
Xianjin nodded.
She knew Zhang Hecun.
Everyone in the village raises cranes.
In the past ten years or so, the wealthy and powerful in the capital have liked to raise cranes in their own gardens, as if they felt a sense of accomplishment by keeping immortal things in their own homes. But now the situation has evolved into a serious one where whoever does not have a crane in his family will not be prominent.
This severity is mainly aimed at cranes.
After all, it is a beautiful bird. Its top feathers have been clipped off and it has been imprisoned in the wild. The situation is very serious.
Where there is demand, there is supply, and where there is supply, there is business. In recent years, the trend of raising and selling cranes has become popular in Xiaxixi Town, Huizhou. As for this old gentleman, he is naturally the master of the crane picture album. If the powerful and wealthy want to buy one, you can't rent a mule cart, drag a crane to the wealthy and wealthy's mansion, and sell it on the spot, right?
They must have asked someone to draw a brochure, just like online shopping in later generations, where the seller's show was accompanied by a brief introduction. For example, this crane had white feathers and long legs, and a clear voice, and was priced at five taels. Some of the discounted ones had introductions that did not have the authority of a crane - this crane was blessed to be able to eat, but loved to howl at night, had short legs and a big belly, so it was sold at a 70% discount to the right person.
You ask why Xianjin knows it so clearly?
Maybe it’s because she has a rich second-generation father who has a wide range of interests and hobbies.
At the beginning of last year, Chen Fu wanted to raise a pair of cranes and attempted to convince Xianjin with the advertising slogan "A line of egrets fly into the blue sky, and monkeys on both sides of the river cry incessantly."
When a line of poetry mentioned egrets and even monkeys, but the target crane did not appear, Xianjin felt that he had sufficient reasons to reject his cheap father's unreasonable request.
The old man on the ground twitched twice, his cloudy eyes opened, and then closed again.
Xianjin pursed his lips and said, "No matter who it is, if they fall down in front of Fubai, Chenji can't just ignore it. Aunt Zhang, please call a doctor. Master Sanshun and Gouye will carry this old man into the store. Suo'er will go to the kitchen and make a bowl of sugar and salt water for the old man to drink."
Four or five young men stepped forward in unison, staring at Xianjin warily.
The stammering young man in the lead mustered up his courage and shouted, "Grandpa, no, no, we won't go into the store, we'll go inside the store!"
Aunt Zhang had already run out with the silver in her pocket.
Suo'er also brought a bowl of sugar and salt water over and whispered to Xianjin, "It's warm, you can drink it now."
Xianjin nodded, took two steps, squatted down beside the old man's stretcher, held the old man's neck with one hand, and gently and skillfully handed the edge of the bowl to the old man's lips.
The leading young man rushed over to stop them.
Xianjin glanced at him, "If you don't want your grandfather to be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life, just stop me."
As soon as the edge of the bowl was handed over, the old man began to drink from it eagerly with his eyes squinting, trembling.
Xianjin couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Tremor, palpitations, coma, pale complexion...are all manifestations of hypoglycemia.
As long as I can still drink sugar and salt water, the situation is pretty good.
Xianjin patiently took care of the old man while he finished a bowl of sugar and salt water. After handing the empty bowl to Suo'er, his eyes fell on the package that the old man was holding tightly with his other hand. After seeing the seal and words on the package clearly, Xianjin was stunned - this cowhide package bag belonged to Chen Ji, and the bright red mark of the scroll and small seal on it also showed that it was Chen Ji's seal.
The leading young man thought Xianjin was going to take something from the old man's arms, and he was horrified. He opened his hands, strode forward, and shouted with a big tongue, "No, no, don't take it! That, that, that is grandpa's, grandpa's treasure!"
Xianjin was stunned for a moment, then slowly stood up.
He held Chen Ji's things with great care and lay down at the door of Chen Ji, and no one was allowed to carry the old man in?
Xianjin was a little confused.
The sky gradually brightened and more and more people gathered around.
People nowadays lack fun in life, and when they see something exciting, they can't wait to call their friends to watch the whole thing.
People crowded together, forming a small circle.
Xianjin was a little afraid that as more and more people gathered around, the air would become thinner and thinner, which would be bad for the old man. He took a deep breath and waved his hands, "Please make way! Please make way! The old man can't breathe! Please make way!"
Then he turned around and tried to persuade the leading young man, "Whether you bought too expensive or not enough, let's go inside and talk about it. If you don't believe me, you can report to the government and explain it clearly. It's better than leaving your grandfather here to get cold on the ground."
The young man's eyes were red and wet. "No, I don't dare to enter the store! If I enter the store, I have to spend a lot of money! Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa only ate three steamed buns in ten days during the New Year to buy paper. He was hungry, so he just drank cold water..."
Xianjin was stunned.
The young man wiped his tears and tried to make his words smooth and coherent. "Grandpa had to use rice paper to paint cranes. Only then did people ask him to paint... Since last year, last December, Xuan paper has become more and more expensive. Not only Chen, Chen Ji, but other paper shops are also becoming more and more expensive."
Xianjin pursed his lips, as if waking up from a dream.
In the twelfth month of last year, Chen Ji launched "Fubai". Most of the popular Xuan paper produced in Xiaocao Village was shipped to Jingxian for sale. In order to ensure the quality of "Fubai", Chen Ji in Xuancheng Prefecture removed almost all affordable Xuan paper from the shelves and stopped selling it.
The ancients had never experienced differentiated competition. Especially when seeing Chen Ji making a fortune, all the rice paper in the city followed Chen Ji and raised the price by at least one third.
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