Raiders of the system to quickly wear cold handsome man

Chapter 94
The two walked back and forth, and it seemed that after an hour of looking back and forth, Xi Bao lifted the fog to take a look.

"Boss Qian, where's the candy?" Xi Bao couldn't help asking the empty-handed Gong Qianqian.

"Eat," Gong Qianqian replied without any burden.

Xibao: Eat!up!what!Who says there's never enough to eat?who said it.

"Didn't you say you can't finish eating?" The department is still going to help you, damn it.

"Hey, hey, I didn't say anything just now."

Department treasure: ...

The two walked around for a long time, and Gong Qianqian bought a lot of walnuts from the dry goods store. This time, there was an extra Xi Fan, so naturally she didn't need to put it in the storage space.

On the way back, Gong Qianqian caught a glimpse of a large embroidery in the main hall of the cloth shop, Gong Qianqian patted his head, yes, there were no sketches or oil paintings in ancient times, I can take this to the small restaurant go.

In this way, not only can more customers be attracted, but it can also be sold for money.

Gong Qianqian himself likes Chinese traditional paintings very much, and he likes that kind of feeling, which gives people a light and refreshing feeling, full of pen and ink, fluttering and phoenix, fresh and elegant feeling.

There is no paper at home, so I need to buy it, "Sister, let's go buy writing paper now, okay?".

Before Gong Qianqian patted his forehead hard, Xi Fan didn't see it, only heard a slap, then looked for the source of the sound, slightly lowered his head to look at his little daughter-in-law's blushing forehead, frowned and was about to ask her what's wrong with her forehead, He heard his wife tell him that he wanted to buy paper.

Xi Fan didn't ask, and the daughter-in-law could buy whatever she wanted, "Okay, there is a Yunzhu Pavilion in front of you that has good brushes, inks, papers and inkstones."

Seeing that Xi Fan didn't object and didn't ask any more questions, Gong Qianqian didn't know what to feel for a while.

Ask, Gong Qianqian just said it smoothly.

If you don't ask, you always feel that it's cheap. The husband doesn't treat her as one of his own.

Alas, the favorability of 20.00% five is really useless.

"Okay then, let's go." Gong Qianqian put his hand on Xi Fan's, Xi Fan's heart trembled, and he tightened his handshake.

Gong Qianqian didn't feel any pain, so the two walked to Yunzhu Pavilion hand in hand.

Many people were watching them hand in hand along the way, and the rate of turning back is very high. Xi Fan has always been indifferent, no matter what others say, Gong Qianqian is from now, it is not uncommon for young couples to kiss on the street, let alone them It is the couple who received the wedding invitation.

Hand in hand, what a shame, okay, Gong Qianqian admits that this is ancient times, and it seems a bit bold to do so, but, what is young master Gong afraid of, is nothing more than a little brat.

"What do you two want?" The owner of Yunzhuge asked Xiang Gongqianqian.

Xi Fan didn't talk much all the time, Gong Qianqian said, "Boss, we want to see the writing paper."

"Oh, okay, both of you, please come with me." The boss of Yunzhu Pavilion made a gesture of invitation.

Gong Qianqian looked at the layout of the room as she walked. This is a bookstore that sells both books and pens, inks, papers and inkstones. Gong Qianqian doesn't know how many kinds of ancient Chinese paper there are, but there are only two kinds of fictional ancient times in which she lives.

One is rice paper, which is not easy for ink to penetrate, and the other is cotton paper, which is easy for ink to permeate, and the texture becomes better and more flexible.

Rice paper and ink are less permeable and naturally cheaper, and what Gong Qianqian is going to draw is a sketch, not an ink painting, so of course there is no need for that kind of soft paper, rice paper is just right.

Overhead ancient paper cannot be compared with that of the 21st century. The color is not pure white, but yellowish.

But these don't count.

"How does the boss sell this rice paper?" If you ask how Gong Qianqian knows it is rice paper, it's not because she touches the texture, but because the boss is careful and writes the names of everything on the side.

(End of this chapter)