Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

She was still such a fat village girl, almost instantly Longyan Danmo became interested in Qian Duoduo, a village girl who went to Mobaozhai.

He was really curious, does this village girl really know how to write?

"So what if you can? So what if you don't? Does the young master think that the guests who appear in Mobaozhai must be able to write?" Qian Duoduo's face became slightly unhappy. Could it be that he couldn't buy for others?

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm just a little curious. In Tianlong Kingdom, even women from wealthy families may not enter this shop that sells paper, ink, pens and inkstones." Long Yan Danmo said, pointing to Rouge on the opposite side. In the gouache shop, Qian Duoduo raised his head, only to see Yingying, Yanyan and swallows coming like clouds.

On the contrary, this Mo Baozhai is nothing but himself and this strange handsome man.

Qian Duoduo had a slight sarcasm on his face: "Master, I think I should be like them!"

"No, no, no... that's not what I mean, I'm just curious, why is the girl different?" Long Yan Danmo said apologetically.

The expression on Qian Duoduo's face softened a little, he looked at the Langhao brush in his hand and said: "I just bought a pen for my younger brother, you can tell me why this Langhao brush is not made of wolf hair, right? "

A trace of disappointment flashed across Long Yan Danmo's face, as expected, he had thought too much, in this era when women are virtuous without talent, do you really expect a woman to be different from others?

"Hehe, this wolf hair brush is actually not the wolf of the wolf in the forest, but the wolf of the weasel, so the hair on the wolf hair brush is actually made of a weasel's tail!"

As Long Yan Danmo said, he picked up a Langhao brush in his hand: "But there are no real Langhao brushes in this store. Most of the pens here are made of hairs from other animals. The Langhao pen is very precious, even I only once bought one at a huge price!"

"Oh...so that's it, I really learned a lot!" Qian Duoduo nodded, picked out a Langhao brush that he thought was good, then picked out a good inkstone, went to the shelf where the paper was placed, and picked up a stack. After the bundled paper, he walked to the shopkeeper.

"Shopkeeper, how much are these?"

Behind him, Long Yan Danmo stopped talking to him after Qian Duoduo got the answer, but bought his own things on his own.

He felt bored, so he turned around and walked to the shelf to look at it by himself.

The shopkeeper glanced at the things in Qian Duoduo's hands, and the abacus in his hands suddenly started to type.

While typing, he muttered: "A Langhao brush, ten Wen, inkstone one yuan, fifteen Wen, black ink, twenty Wen, white paper, a dozen four taels of silver, a total of four taels and 45 Wen!"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he looked up at Qian Duoduo: "Girl, what else do you need?"

Qian Duoduo froze in place, staring blankly at the small bundle of papers in his hand, I'm afraid, this small bundle, less than two hundred sheets, actually cost four taels of silver.

"Shopkeeper, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? This kind of poor paper that even wipes your ass costs four taels of silver. Why don't you grab the money?" Qian Duoduo looked at the shopkeeper in surprise. Paper is expensive, but I didn't expect it to be so expensive, it's like stealing money.

"Girl, this paper came from Qi Fengguo. We haven't researched how to make it in our own country, so it will be very expensive when we buy it back."

As the shopkeeper said, he felt angry in his heart. He just felt that this girl must not be here to buy paper today, but to humiliate them, literati and inkmen. It is too much to use paper that everyone cherishes so much to wipe their asses.

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