Dressed as a mother-in-law, she leads the whole family to turn over

Pangzi blushed and said with some embarrassment: "Aning, I know that we still owe your family money. Don't worry, we will pay it back. Even if I throw adobe to you in the workshop for the rest of my life, it will be no problem."

Jiang Ning chuckled, "There's no need for you to spend your whole life breaking adobe! When the men in the village go out to repair the house with my father next year, we will get wages every month, and we can pay off these debts in one or two years. What I am hesitating about is not The matter of money is that the supply of adobe tiles and floor tiles in the workshop is now in short supply. The county magistrate must provide it first, and my father-in-law’s side cannot be short of supply. If you all go to repair the house, these things will not even be enough for them. Why? Will Yun repair your house?"

Mrs. Liu was stunned for a moment, then patted her thighs for a while, gritted her teeth and said: "Throw the adobe first! You can save as much as you can! Grandma Asang and her grandson built a room together, and they helped before leaving. It doesn't matter what. We can get another bedroom, living room, and kitchen. Uncle Ah Shui and his two granddaughters can’t squeeze into one room, so we have to get another bedroom for them. Let’s go to the families who are most anxious first. No objection!"

Naturally, no one would have any objections at this time. After all, everyone owed money and had no confidence to speak.

Jiang Ning breathed a sigh of relief. While everyone was working in the workshop, she went into the mountains a few more times to collect all the mushrooms that had emerged during this period. It would take a few days to dry the mushrooms. During these few days, she Made a batch of paper.

When Pan Xiuniang's goods arrived again, she took a smooth sailing boat to Songxi Town.

The bursting of the Weijiang River did not have much impact on Songxi Town, and there is still a thriving scene everywhere.

Shopkeeper Hua's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Ning, especially when he saw that she had brought seven or eight bags of mushrooms. The corner of his mouth never dropped, and he was very happy to give money.

Jiang Ning got a sum of money, and her tense nerves finally relaxed a little. Seeing that the shopkeeper was about to leave, she hurriedly shouted: "Shopkeeper, I just got some paper recently. Would you like to help me take a look and estimate it?" price."

When the flower shopkeeper heard that it was paper, he was immediately interested. He even went to the backyard to clean his hands before coming over.

When Jiang Ning spread out the roll of paper and placed the "calligraphy treasure" he experimented with in front of Shopkeeper Hua, Shopkeeper Hua's face changed, "What a waste of natural resources, what a waste of natural resources! What did you write on it?"

"Word!" Jiang Ning said as he should.

It was probably the first time that Shopkeeper Hua had seen such a thick-skinned person. He couldn't come to his senses for a long time. When he reacted, he carefully put away the roll of paper and said, "Ms. Jiang, this is the best rice paper! Although I can’t tell where it comes from, but for this effect it’s considered top-notch. How much did you pay for it?”

Jiang Ning said nothing.

Shopkeeper Hua thought there was some unspeakable secret here, and immediately said: "I have asked merchants from Jiangnan before. If it is high-quality Qingzhou rice paper, it can be sold for one tael of silver per roll, and an ordinary roll will cost five hundred." Wen, the paper you brought here costs 500 wen no matter what."

After all, he was not a serious scholar, so he felt a little guilty when he said this.

Jiang Ning hurriedly put away the paper carefully, went to the kitchen to tell Yang Datou about the situation at home, and then hurriedly went to Mapo.

Mapo was already close to the mouth of the sea, and the Wei River burst its banks and couldn't reach here. Jiang Ning clearly noticed that the outside of the college was more lively than last time when he came this time.

The concierge was deeply impressed by her. Before Jiang Ning could say anything, he took the initiative to greet her and let her go to the school by herself.

Yang Santie and Yang Sizhuang came back from get out of class and asked anxiously as soon as they entered the door: "Mom, sir, the Wei River burst its embankment and several villages in Ping'an County were flooded. Is our village okay?"

Jiang Ningyan explained the matter briefly and comprehensively, then took out the roll of paper from his backpack, "I'll give you a task. Show these papers to your husband and ask about the price. This is very important to my mother-in-law."

Although the two children were confused, they still obeyed.

Yang Santie is now the boss of Class B. As soon as he opened his mouth, all his classmates gathered around and everyone talked about their opinions. Yang Sizhuang was in charge of memory.

After showing it to their classmates, the two went to find three teachers without stopping.

Mr. Ming was originally reading a book. When he heard two children asking about paper, he took his eyes away from the book and said slowly: "What paper? Bring it over and show me." The paper is presented.

Mr. Ming was surprised after just one glance: "It's not rice paper made in Qingzhou."

Lin Xiucai asked curiously: "Sir, can you tell where it is produced?"

Mr. Ming looked at it carefully for a long time, touched it, and finally took out his own inkstone and started painting.

I saw that with only a few strokes, he actually outlined several ink bamboos on the paper. The light ink layers were clear, the heavy ink colors were bright, and the accumulated ink layers were deep.

Lin Xiucai was so amazed that the Yang Santie brothers were so shocked that they could put an egg in their mouths.

Mr. Ming nodded with satisfaction, with hidden joy in his eyes, and looked at the Yang Santie brothers with a gentle expression, "Where did this paper come from?"

Yang Sizhuang was the first to come to his senses and quickly replied respectfully: "Mr. Hui, my mother-in-law brought you here."

"Can I ask your grandma if I can cut off my love?"

Mr. Ming obviously liked this paper very much. Even Lin Xiucai was very itchy after seeing the effect of the painting, and asked: "Do you know how much this roll of paper costs?"

They both shook their heads.

Lin Xiucai said: "Sir, may I ask?"

"No, no, no." Old Mr. Ming waved his hands repeatedly, "If you ask, people don't dare to ask us for money for the sake of their children. In my opinion, this paper is not inferior to Qingzhou rice paper. A roll of high-quality Qingzhou rice paper costs one tael. , Lao Mo, follow the two children and ask."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Mo, who was waiting outside, immediately agreed.

The Yang Santie brothers brought Lao Mo back to the school in a daze.

After Lao Mo explained the purpose of his visit, he begged very earnestly: "Mrs. Yang, my master only likes books, the four treasures of the study, and wine in his life! Especially the four treasures of the study, he comes into contact with them almost every day. It is rare to come across such favorite paper. Can I give up my love?"

Jiang Ning didn't expect that the other party actually asked for it, so he calmed down and nodded in a reserved manner, "If you like it, I can give it to you."

"No way, no way! The husband is afraid of this, so he asked me to make this trip. You decide the price. My husband means that if you can buy this kind of paper, can you send three rolls a month?" Mr. Ming's thoughts Lao Mo could guess it without asking.

Jiang Ning was very helpless, "Since Mr. Ming likes it, I will send him three volumes every month. You can pay the price as you see fit."

Old Mo anxiously took out a tael of silver from his arms, "The master said that the fine Qingzhou rice paper costs one tael of silver. Please see if it's enough. If it's not enough, let's talk."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Jiang Ning only had uneasiness and politeness on his face, and no other emotions could be seen.

After the matter was settled, Jiang Ning personally sent Lao Mo out.

When she returned to the school building again, she directly met the inquiring eyes of her two sons.