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Chapter 26 won't open
As soon as Xian Jin finished encouraging Bo'er, the other end was hastily called away.
The clear and stupid eyes that were lit up were left alone, extremely determined.

Zhang Wenbo held the two color lists he already had in his hands, his expression brightened, "...bring me another thirty bags!"

He has gathered two color lists!
Do you just give up and fall short?
Do not!
no way!

The son of the landlord's family, never give up!
If it is an anime, Zhang Wenbo's back is already ignited with raging fire!The sleeping soul of Zhong Er blows the horn of awakening!Strange desire to win and lose to seize the high ground of thinking!
This Bo'er came here for seven or eight days in a row, and he didn't greet Xian Jin. He gave the money with his left hand, and took the kraft paper bag with his right hand. He paid the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other.

Xian Jin asked Guanshi Dong in a low voice, "Brother Zhang, what is his background?"

Don't get bald!

Steward Dong buried his head and said, "The eldest son of a big landlord in Qingling Town, Huai'an Prefecture, his family has two to three thousand acres of fertile land, six or seven hilltops, and is also engaged in the tea business in Huai'an Prefecture, don't worry."

There is more hair, and it can be squeezed.

Xian Jin felt relieved, and squeezed hard with peace of mind.

There are not many scholars who burn themselves and brighten up Chen Ji like Boer, but there are quite a few who make big money.

Some beneficiary fathers bought twenty or thirty kraft paper bags.

The fathers of the donors are of different ages, the youngest is seven or eight years old, and the oldest is fourteen or five years old. They are different in height, short, fat and thin. The only thing in common is that they have a strong family background and there is still huge room for improvement in their studies.

Cough, after all, which schoolmaster has the time to play cards!
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Before the first lunar month, during the twelfth lunar month, the New Year’s holiday is approaching, and the students were already restless, but now a new gadget has been born, and the topics discussed by the big guys in the Qingcheng Mountain Academy during class breaks, lunch breaks, and lunch breaks are inseparable from Chen Ji’s kraft paper The bag and the rice paper with different shapes and exquisite workmanship inside.

Qiao Fangzhi, the head of the mountain, held a pot of silver needle tea buds. In the courtyard, he listened to the second scholar discussing the difference between coral paper and tribute. He couldn't help but feel relieved. Xiqi. The students of our mountain college finally cleared up their minds, and they have academic business on their minds!"

Qiao Hui following behind:
He didn't know how to express it so as not to hurt the old father's heart.

Shit love paper, talk about studies!
Obviously, he was caught by a fairly clever calculation!
In essence, it is an addiction to gamble!

My father!

Your students are sinking!

Qiao Hui was bored, snorted softly, and explained Chen Ji's tricks of setting up a stall at the door and setting up "blind bags" and "color collection lists", "...the design is quite exquisite, the students First seduced by the lottery, and then provoked to win, there are several students who are now making up the five-color list, Zhang Wenbo from Huai'an Prefecture, Sun Shun from Chuzhou Prefecture, and Wu Dalang from Jiangxi Province, these few are clenching tightly, as if they are determined to win."

Qiao Fangzhi held the teacup in a daze for a moment, chewing on this matter in his mind, and Fang burst out laughing.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

"In ancient times, there was Fan Li, a merchant sage, who was very rich in Dingtao, and scattered his wealth in three places; in Qin Dynasty, there was Lu Buwei, who lived in rare goods, bought low and sold high. It is a small town's luck to have such a merchant in Xiaoxiaojing County, who has an exquisite mind and is good at making money!"

At the end of Qiao Fang's words, his eyes were full of sighs.

What is living money?

In the market, money that is in constant circulation is called living money.

In short, money that can be spent is called living money.

On the contrary, most of the money that is tightly held in the hands of a very small number of people is called dead money.

Wherever the economy is prosperous and the market is prosperous, there is more living money and less dead money. Only in this way can a hundred schools of thought contend, live and work in peace and contentment, and the style of study prevail.

Where there is no money to support, there is a piece of barren land. No matter how good the seeds are planted, they can only bear barren fruits.

Most of the reasons for the collapse of the previous dynasty were that a small number of people were too rich, and they did not allow other people to be rich, let alone allow other people to be richer than themselves. They did everything they could to suppress and humiliate merchants, resulting in the outflow of silver and top-notch goods, and the treasury was increasingly empty.
Qiao Fangzhi withdrew his thoughts, and set the exam questions for next year's classics and righteousness in his heart-"To the people of the world, gather the world's own goods, trade and return, and everyone gets what they want."

"have you bought it?"

Qiao Fangzhi took a sip of tea, pouting his mouth, with his beard upturned, "Since my son has seen through the mysteries of this place, he must know that merchants are merchants, and profit is the top priority—ordinary people are rare in the hands of sellers, so my son must not waste money." , must have looked on coldly, with a haughty heart, and secretly called the buyer a fool."

"I bought it."

Qiao Hui twitched the corners of her mouth, and cut off the old father's words expressionlessly, "I bought a bag, and that girl is really hateful, she tricked me into paying for it with just a few words."

what?
His son, who claimed to be an extremely smart man, was tricked into a foreign trick!
After Qiao Fangzhi was stunned for a moment, he twitched his beard and laughed loudly.

This laughter is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Qiao Hui turned her face away.

Qiao Fangzhi's face turned red from laughing. Seeing the embarrassment on the eldest son's face, he secretly pinched his arm with his right hand and swallowed his smile, "Then what's in your bag?"

"I did not see!"

Qiao Hui continued to turn his head away, "From the perspective of probability, it's just some ordinary paper with jade plates and tribute."

It doesn't make much sense whether you open it or not.

Um.
In fact, the truth is, this bag witnessed the whole process of being deceived and deceived by that girl
What a shame!
As soon as he got home, he pressed the bag to the bottom of the box. It was impossible to open it, and it was impossible to open it in his life.

Qiao Fangzhi shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal, smiled and handed the silver needle tea cup to the eldest son, "You have always been arrogant, although you have this capital - a seven-year-old scholar and a 13-year-old Juren, the journey is smooth. Afterwards, a girl who is outside the mountains and outside the mountains can use arithmetic to coax this group of scholars who are known as the smartest in Southern Zhili into spending money, not to mention tens of millions of people in the vast land."

Qiao Hui lowered his head and made mouth shapes.

"humble--"

"Containment—"

"Kind of money—"

Qiao Fangzhi saw that the eldest son refused to enter, so he slapped the back of his head with a smile, "You! You will always suffer a big loss! Jump into a big hole! Only then do you know what your father said is true!"

When Qiao Hui will suffer a big loss has not yet been determined.

Director Dong was trembling all the time, feeling that their stall would definitely suffer a big loss and be overturned!
In the past few days, thanks to the collection of color lists, the business of the stall has been very good. They packed [-] bags, and they were sold out in less than eight days, and even the business in the shop was booming.

He did a rough calculation last night, from the 28th of the twelfth lunar month to the 96th of the twelfth lunar month, the income from selling leather bags was [-] taels, and the shop sold knife paper with a daily turnover of more than [-] taels.

The income of the eighth day is almost equivalent to the four or five months' income of the workshop in Jing County.

The better the harvest, the more frightened he was.

There is no other reason.

On the woodblock version, there are lottery heads that can be redeemed by collecting all the five-color lists...they don't have any!

Liuzhangxuan, they have long been lost!
Not only them, but even the entire Jing County, I am afraid that there is no one who can do it!I'm afraid I can't find a Liuzhangxuan that is on sale!
All [-] bags were sold out, and there was always someone to collect the five-color list.

At that time, people will exchange the five-color list, what will they give?
Give a big smile? !

Director Dong was trembling and worried, "Let's put all sixty color lists into the bag?"

Xian Jin nodded calmly, "Of course we let it go, we are doing business, not cheating."

Director Dong scratched his head. He was 40 years old and was already bald. The hairs on his head became less and less anxious these days. "Then if someone comes to exchange, what shall we do?"

Xian Jin put down his abacus and thought for a while, "Currently, there will be no exchange."

"Why?" Director Dong asked.

Xian Jin turned the abacus upside down and calculated the ledger, "The person who gets the only moon-white slip will not open the bag for the time being."

By the time he opens the bag, the Chinese New Year will be over, right?
After the new year, the students returned to the mountain courtyard, and she also found Liuzhangxuan... right?

(End of this chapter)