The toy is very old and worn.
But Gu Lingzhi held on tightly.
The little girl stared at him and continued, "Your mother was a maid who was killed by that wicked woman. Don't think she's your mother anymore. Mothers are always good to their children. If she's not, she's not your real mother. So don't have any ideas about her."
After Xiao Ya finished speaking, she saw Gu Lingzhi lower his head and remain silent.
Ignore her.
I also felt a little uncomfortable.
but……
"Do you want to burn some incense for your mother? I've heard that if someone becomes a ghost and no one burns incense for them, they'll be bullied in the underworld."
"..." Gu Lingzhi raised his head and his gaze fell on the little girl.
"Come here, I don't need your help."
"Fine, I won't do it then!" the little girl said angrily.
This is the first time she's ever been so kind to someone.
Even Changsheng-gege (Brother Changsheng) would only coax her as usual.
She told this man the truth, but he didn't appreciate it.
That's terrible. I'll never talk to him again.
Xiao Ya pushed open the door and ran out, only to see Su Jiaoniang standing outside.
The little girl paused, lowered her head, and obediently walked towards Su Jiaoniang's side: "Mother!"
"Alright, don't be sad. He needs to calm down and reflect on his actions. He shouldn't just listen to what others say. Give him some time!" Su Jiaoniang said, taking Xiaoya's hand and walking towards the garden.
Early winter is approaching.
The leaves on the leaves of the Regent's Palace trees have almost all fallen.
The cold wind was howling.
He looked down at the little girl pouting.
The child is still sad.
Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "Will Mother take you out for a walk?"
"OK!"
The little girl immediately became happy.
The sadness I felt earlier vanished.
So easy to coax!
Su Jiaoniang sighed and walked outside.
The little girl stopped and turned to look at Su Jiaoniang: "Mother, let's go out and sell pencils. Let's set up a small stall and sell each pencil for one coin!" Three coins can buy a steamed bun, and one coin can probably only buy a small vegetable dumpling.
“One coin, okay.” Su Jiaoniang nodded, without expressing any other thoughts about the price.
Compared to calligraphy brushes of this era, the price was much cheaper.
The little girl was full of enthusiasm.
Su Jiaoniang accompanied her as they walked towards the bustling street.
The little girl took the sharpened pen and began to draw on the paper.
A simple landscape painting appears on the paper.
Sketching emphasizes structure, space, and perspective.
Xiao Ya was too young, and Su Jiaoniang originally thought that Xiao Ya couldn't draw anything too outstanding.
Sketching, if you don't have a good foundation, can produce very strange results. But the picture Xiaoya drew on the paper was so similar to the real scene before her!
"Mother, is it pretty?"
The little girl looked up at Su Jiaoniang.
Su Jiaoniang nodded.
It looks great!
The foundation is already quite good.
"Pen for sale! Pen for sale! Pens that can be used to put landscapes on paper! One pen each!" the little girl shouted.
A man who sells letters at a nearby stall walked over.
He looked at the picture the little girl had drawn with surprise in his eyes.
"So lifelike, so incredibly lifelike!" exclaimed one of the scholars.
The little girl pointed to the pen in her hand and asked, "Brother, do you want to buy a pen? It only costs one coin. With this pen, you can draw too?"
"..." Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched.
Is the problem with the pen?
Mingming's most important hand.
Su Jiaoniang did not correct Xiaoya's statement.
There are many ways to use a pencil.
You definitely won't regret buying it.
Even if you don't want to use it for writing, you can use it to tie your hair up; a wooden hairpin like that can't be bought for a single penny.
"Give me a pen!"
"I'll have one too!"
"I want one too! I want one too!"
"..."
The little girl sold a lot of pencils in no time.
She explained how to use a pencil.
A few words were written on the paper, and passersby who bought pens were in high spirits, with some even writing and drawing on their palms. However, the pencil marks were not very noticeable.
"We have to write on paper!" the little girl said.
Those who bought the pen quickly learned how to use it.
This thing is so convenient!
If it's inconvenient to carry a complete set of writing implements when traveling, you can bring just one pen and bind the paper into a booklet.
It can be taken out anytime to copy notes.
...
The pencils that Xiaoya displayed sold out very quickly.
She looked at Su Jiaoniang and said, "Mother, business is so easy!"
"Easy to do?" Su Jiaoniang smiled faintly and began to calculate the accounts with Xiaoya.
"The ink sticks you use to make pencil leads cost about two taels of silver. The paper you use to hold the pencils together doesn't cost much, maybe one qian of silver. Add the glue and labor costs, and let's make our physical labor cheaper, zero!"
These pencils cost two taels and one mace to make, and you've only earned less than three mace, meaning you've lost more than one tael of silver!
After Qin Jiaojiao finished speaking, the spirited little girl paused.
He looked at Su Jiaoniang.
After a long pause, he said, "Too cheap?"
"Not cheap!" Pencils are not, and should not be, expensive items.
Moreover, the quality of the pencils produced was inferior to that of later generations.
The pen refill's toughness and thickness are not standardized.
"Mother, if a pencil costs three coins, would anyone buy it?"
The little girl asked.
"Yes, but people only buy when they need it, unlike today where just people who are there to watch also come and buy one." The price of one coin is not expensive, and most people would grit their teeth and buy it.
But it costs three coins.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
