Lin Jinyue was a little angry.
But there are so many idiots, she doesn't care.
Lin Jinyue took down the newly painted billboard and hung it in the most conspicuous place on the bar counter.
She refused to believe that pens priced at two coins each or three pens priced at five coins couldn't be sold!
A calligraphy brush lesson isn't cheap these days.
They're all made of wolf hair; even the cheapest mixed hair ones cost at least twenty coins.
And they won't last too long; if you write a lot, you'll have to replace them every two or three months.
For students from underprivileged families, this expense is somewhat expensive.
If Lin Jinyue's bamboo pen is properly protected, it should last for two or three years without any problems.
Lin Jinyue hung up the advertising board and sat back in her original seat. She had to listen to the storyteller finish this chapter today.
However, she was soon drawn to the conversation of a few students at the next table.
These people are actually cursing Yunheji Grocery Store!
"Tell me, what was the manager of Yunheji thinking, making a pen that can cheat like this!"
Lin Jinyue was completely puzzled.
What do you mean by her making a pen that can cheat?
Oh no, it's a perfectly good pen, why blame the pen if they don't use it properly?
The conversation among them continued:
"That damned Fang Yanjin made us have to retake the exam. I barely managed to get a B grade."
"What do you guys think? Should we go buy a few?"
"It seems...it doesn't seem like a bad idea. Anyway, things are in chaos in the capital, and the imperial examinations have been suspended for a long time. There's no point in us studying them."
"That's what I think too. If we learn to read, we can read storybooks, right?"
"Come on, let's buy them together, each of us should buy a few more, so that Dad and the teacher don't find out and break them."
Someone else suggested, "Have them make the pen tips a little finer, so we don't have to sharpen them ourselves when we get back. We have a lot of people and we've ordered a lot, so they'll definitely be willing to do it."
The boys discussed it and were all eager to try.
They completely forgot that just a moment ago, they were indignantly cursing Fang Yanjin.
The group took the snacks from the table and left.
It's obvious that they went to Yunheji General Store to order pens.
Lin Jinyue, standing to the side, was filled with questions.
Oh no, she made this to help students from poor families and to exploit the rich. How did it become someone else's cheating tool?
Lin Jinyue was speechless.
She definitely can't make those super fine pens!
affim!
When Lin Jinyue arrived at Yunheji General Store, she saw a lively scene at the entrance.
It was the same man who had been chasing and beating her son earlier, carrying hundreds of bamboo pens. It seemed he had bought up all the bamboo pens in her house.
Lin Jinyue also wanted to say, "God of Wealth, it would be best to buy more."
To everyone's surprise, the man grabbed a few teenagers and started cursing at them.
"You don't study properly, you're always thinking about these crooked ways. Don't you know you should study more while you're young?!"
"They say that if you don't pass the imperial examinations, you don't need to study anymore. Did your parents send you to school so that you could pass the exams and get official titles?"
"Don't you even know your own limitations? Even if you could pass the imperial examinations, what kind of results could you possibly achieve?"
Lin Jinyue clicked her tongue in amazement as she listened.
This person really speaks harshly, saying the most hurtful things.
The man continued, "You read storybooks every day to learn principles while you were studying. If you don't study hard, how will you grow up to be decent human beings?"
Hearing this, Lin Jinyue actually thought that what the uncle said made a lot of sense.
But the next moment, he threw all the bamboo pens on the ground and had his followers burn them all.
Lin Jinyue was a little angry.
Although the person paid money, the bamboo pen was really troublesome to sit on. Just because she charged less money doesn't mean that this thing didn't require much effort!
Lin Jinyue walked to the door and said with dissatisfaction, "What are you doing? If you don't want it, just don't buy it. Your son is full of crooked ideas. Instead of trying to guide him onto the right path, you're thinking of destroying this money?"
Fang Hebai frowned as he looked at the girl who barely reached his waist: "Are you from this shop?"
Lin Jinyue nodded.
Fang Hebai continued, "This pen was originally useless, but it has been used to devise crooked methods, so naturally it must be destroyed."
Lin Jinyue reiterated, "It's not a problem with the pen, it's a problem with your child."
Fang Hebai was so annoyed by these brats that he lost his patience and his tone wasn't very good: "Then tell me, what's the use of this pen?"
Lin Jinyue then said, "This pen is convenient for writing. You don't need to practice calligraphy for a long time to use it. It's more convenient for writing other notes besides formal examinations. The characters are smaller, it saves paper, is durable, and is cheap."
Fang Hebai frowned. "Yes, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages."
Lin Jinyue said, "If his intentions are not pure, even without this pen, he can think of other ways to cheat."
"But with this discount, my family will be able to make even cheaper hemp paper and ink in the future, so that students who are not well-off can also learn without worrying about the cost of writing materials."
"If paper and pens are inexpensive and easy to use, more people will learn to read and write in the future."
Fang Hebai fell silent.
Lin Jinyue looked at the pens on the ground; they were all in good condition.
She then said, "If you don't want it, I will return the money to you, but I still need to sell this one."
Fang Hebai shook his head: "I won't return these pens; they have other uses."
He then bowed deeply to Lin Jinyue, saying, "It was my oversight. I will make the best use of these pens."
Lin Jinyue felt that this uncle didn't seem to be too bad a person.
These pens should ideally be used for legitimate purposes, and they can also serve as a form of advertising for her brand of pens.
But the boys returned, grinning, and said to Lin Jinyue, "Little shopkeeper, we want to order a batch..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Jinyue said directly, "No customization."
*
Fang Hebai certainly didn't waste those pens.
He was a teacher at Bailu Academy and, more importantly, the head of the Fang family.
Although the Fang family is known for its scholarly tradition of farming, their businesses are comparable to those of ordinary wealthy merchants.
Fang Hebai is not short of money, but he has been having a problem lately. Since the imperial examinations are no longer available, the students are either unwilling to study because they are indulging in pleasure, or they don't have the energy or time to spend on it because they are poor.
Putting aside everything else, even if he reduced or waived tuition fees for the poor students at the academy, the cost of writing materials would still be considerable each month.
But Lin Jinyue said that in the future, they will produce cheaper jute paper and even cheaper ink.
Wouldn't that allow students from poor families to persevere for a longer period of time?
Even if you learn arithmetic and literacy, you can still work as an accountant.
Fang Hebai then distributed the bamboo pens to the students in the academy.
Unexpectedly, bamboo pens were much easier to use than calligraphy brushes. Since they figured they wouldn't be able to take the imperial examinations anytime soon, they might as well use bamboo pens to write.
In just a few days, the bamboo pen craze swept through the country.
The bamboo pens we make every day are not enough to sell.
So, someone else came to Shawan County to look for Lin Jinyue.
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