A piece of paper

On Tuesday, the dog's anger sank to the dantian, and with a roar, Tieshan was shaken.

Xian Jin raised his eyes to see the shadow on the wall flicker, and then shyly walked out from the corner, a woman with bowed back and breasts in her chest.

The woman is plainly dressed.

No, it can no longer be considered simple.

is poor.

In the cold spring of February, this woman was wearing a linen jacket with patches of the same color as the clothes on the shoulders and cuffs. It was probably the first time she had come to a place like the paper industry. Back, "Am I Chen Ji? I. I'm looking for shopkeeper He He."

Xian Jin looked up and saw that there was a seven or eight-year-old child behind the woman. She was holding the child tightly with her right hand, trying to straighten her back as a mother, giving the child the last dignity.

On Tuesday, the dog was taken aback, hating that he was not a human being, why would he scare orphans and widows?

——It belongs to the point where when I think about it in the middle of the night, I will slap myself when I sit up.

Xian Jin glanced at Tuesday Dog disapprovingly, and replied loudly with a smile, "Yes!", wiped his hands neatly on the bib around his waist, and greeted him with a smile, "It's Chen Jizhixing, you Sit first!"

There is an open space in the shop, where a square table and four pear wood stools are placed. Next to the stools, there is a pot of lush green bamboo and a three-legged table. There are a few bright yellow winter jasmine flowers in the bottle - the store has a serious hospitality area.

The woman shyly followed the lock and walked in, looking at the table and stool, then at the bamboo and porcelain, she didn't dare to sit down for a moment, she just held the child tightly and stood leaning against the back of the chair.

Xian Jin stood with her, poured a pot of tea for her naturally, and handed it over with both hands, "It's late at night, I'm afraid you won't sleep well, so I didn't make strong tea, just sprinkled a few tea leaves and put some honey , try it, are you used to drinking it?"

There was bright red dye on the woman's shoulders, and the cuffs were a mixture of blue, black, and indigo, and the hem of the trousers under the tunic was still wet—most likely they came directly from the dyeing workshop.

Xian Jin was afraid that she hadn't eaten dinner, so he made some honey water, which would at least give him a cushion.

The woman waved her hand subconsciously, ".No. No way!"

Xian Jin didn't try to persuade him, and put the teacup on the table with a smile, "Are you here to buy paper? Or to find someone?"

When it came to the business, the woman pulled out the little boy behind her, and with the corners of her mouth tightly pursed, she pushed the little boy forward while stammering, "We are here to thank shopkeeper Chen Ji."

Xian Jin was taken aback.

The woman hurriedly said, "My son is studying in the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard. Yesterday I brought back a paper notebook that looked like a thief. I thought he stole it. I gave him a good beating. Later he said yes Write for Chen Ji Zhixing. What kind of enlightenment template do you write, and the remuneration given to him by Zhixing"

"Xiao Zhuer doesn't understand, but we understand."

"Xiao Jie'er's handwriting is ugly and worthless; Chen Ji's paper is good and worth old money."

"This is Chen Ji doing good deeds"

The woman poked the boy's back and reminded in a low voice, "Thank you to the shopkeeper!"

Pushed by the woman, the little boy lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, his ears were red, and muttered, "Thank you, Junning, shopkeeper."

After speaking, he got ready to get up, put down his shirt, arched his hands, and bowed deeply three times to Xian Jin.

The action is very fast.

Xianjin can't avoid it.

Xian Jin couldn't help being dumbfounded.

She was just doing it as a business, and she was thinking about her achievements. She wanted to take this opportunity to tie the relationship between Chen Ji and Qingchengshanyuan together.
If you say a real gentleman, it must be Qiao Shanzhang.

The truly compassionate and benevolent person is also Qiao Shanchang. He truly thinks from the standpoint of the weak, and is truly willing to take the freedom of the weak as the boundary.

And she
Xian Jin smiled wryly, she was just a businessman, she really couldn't afford these three bows.

Xian Jin pulled his meticulous hair behind his ears as if to cover up, and hurriedly helped the little boy up, feeling embarrassed to pretend to be rewarded, "You are so polite, but you are only a book of red, how can you be worthy of the blessing of the little boy to thank you?" ? If you really want to thank, please go and thank Shanzhang Qiao, it is the Shanzhang who allowed Chen Ji to print the four big characters of "Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard" on the book, so that the children's students have today's tracing red book."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then shook her head firmly, "No, no, no——Qiao Shanchang is a kind person, and you are also a kind person! A person who has given away real money is not a kind person?"

Very simple concept of good and evil.

Xian Jin didn't know how to answer.

The woman smiled, feeling very emotional, "Apart from anything else, this is the first time Xiao Jie'er has used such a good paper to write - ordinary paper is already very expensive, ten sheets cost eight cents, and a hundred sheets have to be collected." Sell! The Qingcheng Mountain Yard feeds the baby, gives him clothes to wear, and is also suitable for writing. How can there be a fixed amount of writing? The ink can be thinned, and the brush can be used if it breaks—— There's nothing to do with this paper."

"Xiao Jie'er went to practice on the sand, using a tree branch as a pen, after practicing all over the ground, leveled the sand and then practiced again"

The woman squatted and gestured, "Just squat like that, with the buttocks hooked up, such a small doll head, the meat on the pier is hard, lying on my lap every day, let me give him a butthook Knead and loosen."

The mother's words were not elegant, and Du Junning, who was exposed to the hard hook of the buttocks, blush and pulled the old lady's sleeves, signaling that she must pay attention to the influence.

The woman turned her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, then quickly turned back, sniffling, ".Thank you so much! Thank you so much!"

There seems to be a thick stone wall in Xian Jin's heart, which is bit by bit eaten away by beetles called helplessness and panic.

She sighed softly, picked up the cup of honey water on the table, touched the palm of her hand, it was okay, it was still warm, and then handed it to the woman's hand stubbornly, "Thanks, I accept—" —You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Drink something sweet first to make your stomach feel better. I’ll treat you to a serious cup of tea someday.”

Xian Jin wanted to continue talking, but saw a tall and thin figure appearing around the corner.

". Are you rushing to work again?"

The person who came was Chen Jianfang, probably seeing that the lights in Chen Ji's shop were still on, so he came in to ask.

Xian Jin replied, "It's almost closing time——the junior brother from Qingcheng Mountain Court came to the shop to identify the door."

When Du Junning heard Chen Jianfang's voice, he raised his head suddenly, with small eyes and big worship, he said timidly, "Are you Chen Juzi?"

Chen Jianfang's eyes fell on Little Luobotou, and he said with a smile, "It's me."

He asked again, "But the younger brother of the Gongjia class?"

Du Junning nodded quickly.

Chen Jianfang smiled kindly, "I remember that today Gong Jia's class is learning the Six Records of Kaimeng? The master specially assigned several chapters to copy silently. Have you finished your homework? The master seems to tell me that tomorrow will be a random check. ?”

Du Junning's complexion changed, and with a scream, he immediately grabbed the old woman's hand, saluted Xian Jin and Chen Jianfang in a hurry, then covered Bangbang's hard buttocks and rushed out.

Xian Jin laughed.

This little shit, thank you before you finish your homework! ?
It's really irresponsible!
Chen Jianfang also smiled, with a hint of clear sky, and said softly to Xianjin, "Let's go, it's getting late, be careful third uncle is here to arrest someone again."

Every time overtime is over and Chen Fu comes to arrest people, that is the most embarrassing moment for Xian Jin.

The well-known shopkeeper He, being scolded by the cheap daddy by the neck, looks like a chick that hasn't pecked at the rice grains.

It is very unfavorable for Xian Jin to establish his prestige in the shop.

After Xian Jin tidied up the counter, he gave a few words to the dog on Tuesday, and then took a lantern from the door and followed Chen Jianfang to clock in and leave work.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the foot stepped over the threshold, light rain began to fall from the sky.

Xian Jin was about to go back to get the umbrella. Chen Jianfang took out a green cloth oil-paper umbrella from behind the door, raised his chin, and signaled Xian Jin lightly, "Let's go, it's only a hundred and ten meters away, and we'll be there in a few steps."

Xian Jin thought about it for a while.

Two umbrellas, and two lanterns.

Tired.

Then he bent down and got under the same umbrella as Chen Jianfang.

The spring rain was not heavy, and the raindrops fell on the oiled paper like flower pendants, emitting a crisp and loud sound.

The two under the umbrella walked side by side, but were far apart.

Xian Jin looked down, Chen Jianfang was two fist-width arms away from him, and couldn't help but keep silent—holding the same umbrella with a woman, it must be very tormenting for the future feudal scholar-officials, right?
Xian Jin silently took a step outside.

"Are they here to thank you?"

Chen Jianfang spoke.

The voice is warmer than spring rain.

Xian Jin nodded and smiled wryly, "...I really deserve it."

Chen Jianfang understood the inside story, and understood Xian Jin's meaning in an instant, lowered his eyes, and said after a while, "Anyway, you did do something good, and he should thank you too."

Chen Jianfang paused, with a sad tone, "The Du family is really in trouble. Du Junning's father was originally a scholar who passed the Qingcheng Mountain Academy. He was the seed of the rural examination, but he lost his life due to a cold, leaving orphans and widows in the world. Asking for a living——The Du family swallowed up their sacrificial land, and took over the house left by Du Xiucai. The Du family’s aunt’s family was far away, and they thought that Du Junning wanted to study in the mountain courtyard, so they insisted on staying in the village. Jing County. Life is very difficult”

"Actually, today, you can give them some paper."

Xian Jin shook his head like a rattle, "Don't give it away! Don't give it away!"

Speaking of the dye mark on Du Junning's mother's shoulder and the thick callus on the belly of his right finger, Xian Jin said softly, ". She is an extremely strong woman. She would rather go to the dyeing workshop to compete with men for food, so how could she accept other people's unreasonable gifts?"

Chen Jianfang pursed his lips and lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier.

Xian Jin lowered his head and poked his eyes out from under the umbrella, just in time to catch the strings of raindrops falling along the eaves of the umbrella.

She seemed to finally have some real sense.

With a little death and rebirth, the real feeling of traveling through time.

Previously, whether she was trying to get out of Sun's control, or selling paper for making paper in Jing County, she seemed to be observing all of this from a third-party perspective that was free and side-eyed.

tonight.

Aunt Du's simple thanks, and Tong'er's three down-to-earth bows made her suddenly feel that she is indeed the person in the painting.

The road from the shop to the old house was not long, but Chen Jianfang deliberately walked slowly.

Xian Jin didn't notice it either, and even stretched out his hand, gently touching the rainwater dripping from the eaves of the umbrella.

Cold, light and crisp.

The light of the lantern shone on the small pool on the road, shaking, refracting itself into the moon in the sky.

Xian Jin sighed lightly.

Chen Jianfang glanced sideways, "What's wrong?"

Xian Jin said sadly, "It's raining, we have umbrellas."

But, they didn't.

Du Junning did not.

Wang Sansuo, whose legs were swollen and blushed after being beaten by his two elder brothers, did not.

The former one, He Xianjin, who was embarrassingly thrown in the backyard by his identity, didn't exist either.

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