Bo'er was very excited. He took two steps at a time and looked carefully. When he saw the three words "Liu Zhang Xuan", his facial features flew around and he excitedly grabbed the corner of the clothes of the person next to him. When he looked at the five color sheets together, his facial features were suppressed with an "ouch".
In just a quarter of an hour, Bo'er's facial features opened and closed, looking very busy.
"Six Zhang Xuan!"
Bo'er is like a screaming chicken.
"I haven't heard of Liu Zhang Xuan for a long, long time! Chen Ji is really generous this time!"
"If anyone really gets the Liuzhang Xuan, please remember to give it to me!"
"In recent years, the tribute from Anyang Prefecture has been Bazhang Xuan! Bazhang Xuan is used by saints, and Liuzhang Xuan is the most precious paper that scholars like us can use in our lifetime!"
"Can Anyang Prefecture still be called Bazhang Xuan?!"
"Don't look down on Anyang Prefecture! Although the paper-making company Fu Rong Hao in our place is not near Wuxi River and does not have Ganquan, it is also very diligent. In the past few years, it produced eight or six zhang of paper every year. Later, the old owner of Fu Rong Hao passed away and the inheritance was cut off!"
"You are bragging! Anyang Prefecture is poor, poor, poor!"
“You you you——”
The building was completely distorted into a regional attack.
Bo'er pushed through the crowd and squeezed in front of Xianjin. He took out two color sheets from his sleeve, compared them carefully, and murmured, "I have red and cyan in my hand. I only need to collect three colors to exchange, right?"
There was a familiarity in Bo'er's eyes, a simple stupidity that had not been beaten by society.
Xianjin nodded and smiled sincerely, "Let me tell you something in private - Brother Zhang, I am most optimistic that you will be the first to redeem the six-foot divination!"
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