I rushed in, but after I rushed in, I was dumbfounded.
Who can tell them.
What is this place?
It was like entering an elegant Pansi Cave - the shop had a large courtyard with tall and straight pines and cypresses planted on both sides. A narrow ditch was dug on the ground in the courtyard, with clear water flowing in the ditch, with duckweed and water lilies floating on the water. On three sides of the courtyard were houses with flying eaves and pointed corners, with "Feng", "Ya" and "Song" inscribed on them respectively. The vermilion lacquered mahogany beams stood dignified and solemn, and the glazed tiles reflected the sunlight, giving off a flamboyant light.
A scholar swallowed his saliva and said, "...My family's ancestral hall is not even as grand as this one." After thinking for a moment, he was afraid that others would think he was from a mediocre family, so he added, "My family is the richest landlord in the Jiangnan area!"
The scholar next to him rolled his eyes and silently moved aside: Where did this quack come from...
In the capital city, don't say you are rich, don't say you are talented, and don't say you have connections - don't you see, this little-known merchant has the inscription on the wall written by Master Qiao, the blue bricks under his feet are sprinkled with gold foil, and even the water lilies in the water are more gorgeous than those in other places?
The scholar who rolled his eyes was named Fang and came from a high-class family. His uncle was the governor of Jiangxi Province and his father was a doctor in one of the six ministries. He was also a son of a powerful family who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. Standing in this courtyard, he was silent for a moment, then walked into the "Feng" residence.
The house is divided into three large rooms. On one wall are hung three unfolded blank scrolls in sequence, with a small square of gold-plated copper under each piece of paper.
Scholar Fang went forward to take a closer look. On the copper plate, there were a few lines of words inscribed in delicate hairpin-shaped small regular script: "Pink peach mica paper with a human face and peach blossoms complementing each other: the craftsman integrated mother-of-pearl inlay techniques into paper art, using pink peach blossoms from the west slope facing the sun for 300 miles, first dried the flowers, separated the petals and stamens to retain the fragrance, and sandwiched them between cooked rice paper - from Yunji Paper Industry in Xuancheng Prefecture, South Zhili. Price: 88 taels per knife."
Scholar Fang looked up at the mounted scroll corresponding to the copper plate. The paper was sparkling with light, and thin dried peach blossoms were pressed in the long and narrow strip of paper. The pink color was even more beautiful under the shining light.
Of course, the price of eighty-eight taels per sword is also very attractive.
Scholar Fang stayed here for quite a while, and heard a soft and shiny female voice beside him: "This kind of Xuan paper is the best product of Xuancheng Yunji. Because of the extremely high requirements for the shape, color, meaning and appearance of peach blossoms, only two hundred dollars are produced each year. Once they are sold, we have to wait until the middle of next spring."
Scholar Fang looked up and saw a girl in a plain pink satin skirt walking towards him from somewhere.
Her face is not outstanding and her facial features are somewhat dull, but she has a calm temperament and a beautiful and poetic voice.
Like telling a story.
The girl pursed her lips and smiled: "This letter has another benefit."
The girl bent down slightly, and with her scallion-like hands she took out a cowhide envelope from the compartment of the pearwood chest of drawers below the mounted scroll.
The girl took out a small piece of paper from the brown envelope. This piece of paper was different from the display paper framed on the wall. This piece of paper was made into a square shape the size of a palm.
The girl handed the piece of paper to Mr. Fang and said with a smile, "Smell it, it has a scent of spring."
Scholar Fang took the paper, rubbed the warmth of the paper with his fingertips, and the tip of his pen was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.
The girl bent down and pulled open the first drawer of the pearwood chest of drawers, took out a slightly larger piece of paper, and took out a sheep-hair brush, ink stick, and inkstone from the upper right corner of the table. While talking to Fang Shusheng, she slowly ground the ink in a gentle and clear voice: "Peach mica paper is a kind of cooked rice paper. The paper surface is locked with alum and glue. The ability to absorb ink is weak, so it is an excellent choice for inscriptions, writing, copying poems, and painting fine brushwork..."
After grinding the ink stick, the girl handed the brush to Fang Shusheng with both hands: "You can try it."
Mr. Fang picked up his writing brush and put ink on the paper.
Very pretty color.
The locked paper surface makes the clarity and luster of the ink visible.
Fang Shusheng put down his brush: "I..."
He felt a little ashamed to say no. With such an attitude and the quality of the paper... it was really hard to justify not buying it, but at the price of 88 taels per piece... if he bought it, he might not be able to leave his house today...
Scholar Fang thought for a moment and said, "I don't usually paint fine brushwork or write regular script..." He was a little embarrassed and said, "I won't take the exam for the scholar until next year..."
The smile on the girl's face did not fade at all: "Nothing, wait until you pass the imperial examination, then you can come back to buy mica paper, and then the capital will be vying for your calligraphy."
The girl turned around and introduced the mounted paper next to her to Fang Shusheng with a smile: "This is waxed gold-flowered ribbed paper, produced by Liuji Paper Shop in Xuancheng Prefecture. It is said that the craftsman who made this paper is an 80-year-old craftsman, whose technique is sophisticated, simple and elegant."
As she spoke, the girl bent down and took out a sample paper that was bigger than her palm from the drawer: "You can also try this paper - it is also a good choice for copying articles and submitting them to teachers."
Scholar Fang glanced at the copper sheet with wax-embellished gold-patterned paper.
Oh my god.
Ninety-eight taels per knife.
What kind of article is worth copying on this kind of paper...
Fang Shusheng swallowed his saliva. He wanted to try it, but he felt embarrassed if he tried it and then didn't buy it.
The girl seemed to see through his embarrassment, and smiled beautifully, lowering her voice: "You can try it, I also want to see the beauty of ink on ribbed paper - I don't usually have this opportunity."
Scholar Fang looked at the girl gratefully, picked up the sample paper with care, and unlike before, he wrote the word "Xuan" solemnly on the paper.
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