Ole, Aole, Aole——
Xianjin wanted to stick with this name for three main reasons: first, it made her feel the imprint of future generations; second, she was too lazy to think of it; and third... her cultural level was not high enough, and it had taken her a decade of effort to come up with the two words "Fubai".
Perhaps, after waiting for another sixty years, she could come up with two more words...
Xianjin tried to get away with it like an ostrich, but everyone from those who had three bars, such as Zhao Dezheng and Aunt Zhong, to Brother Zheng and Zheng Er who had two bars, to Qi Qiqi who had one bar and blindly supported Aunt Zhong, to Deputy Director of Internal Affairs Wang Sansuo who followed another administrative sequence and although he had no bars but always considered himself to have three bars, all expressed strong opposition.
There are three people supporting her: Li Sanshun, Zhou Ergou and Zhang's mother.
Xianjin took a look and realized that this almost caught all the illiterate people in the team!
Let’s ask these three well-known illiterates why they agree.
Li Sanshun: "It sounds very warm, and you won't be cold in winter."
Tuesday Dog: "I listen to my master."
Zhang's mother: "What? Let's do this! Please move aside first, I will pickle the sour bamboo shoots for you. Do you want to have sour bamboo shoots and tofu in sauce tonight?"
Xianjin:...
It feels like if she doesn’t change her name, she’ll soon be in the same boat as the Illiterate Team.
In order to choose a name, Xianjin spent three consecutive days in the library, flipping through many books and taking out all the scrolls that were hidden in the bottom of the box. When he saw the volume of "On Learning" that Qiao Baoyuan had thrown in furtively, he unfolded it and read it.
After reading the whole article, I found Qiao Baoyuan's comments to be very vigorous, with sharp words and cunning and varied style, making him appear very cultured.
Xianjin stared at one of the sentences, tilted his head, blinked, and nodded in his heart.
Okay, just copy this sentence.
Ten days later, the workshop was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, and firecrackers were set off at the gate. Under the gaze of the neighbors, Mrs. Qu pulled off the red velvet covering the plaque, revealing two large characters written by Mr. Sun and engraved by Mr. Shang:
——“noisy”.
"Wow--"
The neighbors watching on the street all sighed in awe.
"What does this mean, Jin Jie'er?" Chen Fu's boss, the owner of Baiweitang, crossed three streets to help Jin Jie'er, "Kou...men..."
Xianjin:?
Even if you only recognize half of the character, it is more appropriate to pronounce it as "Xuanzhen" than "Koumen".
What's more, which store would name itself "stingy"?
Xianjin lowered his voice and used an unfathomable bubbling voice, "Let the noise surround us, and we are free whether we are busy or idle - noise means noisy, and the whole sentence means that no matter how noisy and busy the surroundings are, whether we are busy or idle, we are free."
"Fubai" means elegance, so elegance that no one can touch it.
“Noisy” means lively and bustling, everyone comes in happily and leaves satisfied.
But no matter it is the sound of mountains and rivers, the fine arts, or the hustle and bustle, or the common people, we are all free, free to breathe, free to write and draw, free to express what we think in our hearts and what we think in our minds.
The shopkeeper of Baiweitang was stunned after hearing this. After a long while, he gave Xianjin a thumbs up in amazement, "What a talent! Chen Fu, that boy, will die with peace of mind if he has a smart and capable girl like you!"
Chen Fu:? I know you like to use idioms, but please don’t use them yet.
Xianjin smiled and said, "Okay, okay - it's mainly because Qiao Baoyuan summarized it well."
It was open for business and many people were coming and going at the door, but no one went in.
I don't dare to go in.
"Fubai" has pearls and jade in front of it, but it kills people without paying for their lives.
When this store opens, if the prices are extremely high, it would be inappropriate for everyone to go in and have a look around without spending some money. But the thought of spending so much money makes me feel too painful!
Those who are more lively would stick their heads out to look inside.
There were probably several rooms connected together inside. It was spacious and empty, with no one in it. In the middle of the room were seven or eight rows of shelves facing each other, with various varieties of rice paper stacked on the shelves.
There are probably more than a dozen varieties.
Cooked rice paper is suitable for painting landscapes, raw rice paper is suitable for writing, and four-foot rice paper is used by scholars to copy manuscripts...
The two eyes on the head narrowed, trying to see what was written on the small sticks stuck on the shelf below each type of paper.
Can't see clearly.
The head shrank back.
Seeing this, the people nearby hurriedly pushed and shoved, "Mr. Zhou, what's in there!?"
Mr. Zhou made a "tsk" sound, his eyes rolling around, "What else could it be? Paper!"
The person next to him asked again, "Is Shopkeeper He in there?!"
Mr. Zhou sneered, "Manager He's eyes are made of silver. Fubai makes a lot of money, and the shops in the east of the city are very popular. Manager He is so picky that he would be interested in this place where a poor scholar has settled down?"
There was undisguised contempt in his voice.
The Dengxuan Workshop was located in front of the gate of the Xuancheng Prefecture's Education Commissioner. People who came and went were all scholars who had not yet achieved success, mostly students and scholars who were still studying. Although they were exempt from taxes and were respected, their lives were not as decent as everyone imagined.
He Xianjin, the shopkeeper who single-handedly broke the decades-long stable situation of Xuan paper, has become the number one public enemy of all cash-strapped scholars in Xuancheng Prefecture and even in the neighboring prefectures in the past three months.
I hate him so much that I grit my teeth whenever I talk about He Xianjin.
...but I really want to...
It is said that the Xuan paper from the Carved Shan Hai Jing series can be sold at a sky-high price of fifty strings of cash per piece in the ghost market. Even so, the amount of paper circulating for sale is very limited. In fact, in conjunction with Xiao Fu Airong's new book "How to Identify Floating White Carved Xuan Paper", a new stall has emerged in the ghost market - Jianbai.
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