Dressed as a wronged stepmother, I was pampered by three villains

Zhang Biluo went upstairs to look around again. The second floor sold all writing supplies. In addition to pens, inks, paper and inkstones, there were also pen holders, pen holders, pen washers, felt cloths, inkstone drops, various paperweights, and calligraphy and painting cylinders.

A small screen to protect the wind, Chinese painting pigments...

There was a little book boy on the second floor who introduced it very attentively. The more Zhang Biluo listened, the more shocked he became, right? The square inkstone I touched just now actually costs one hundred taels! The one next to it also costs sixty taels!

An inkstone is so expensive. How much would it cost to own this shop?

She looked around, but didn't dare to buy anything or ask anything. She just said she would go downstairs to pick out a few books. The bookboy accompanied her downstairs, and just in time another wave of customers came, some buying books and some adding new ones.

The book boy who was writing and writing immediately started busy, but the old shopkeeper didn't even raise his head, still obsessed with practicing calligraphy.

Zhang Biluo was shy and couldn't afford printed copies, so he stayed by the bookshelf of manuscripts, flipping through the books and observing in secret.

Baofu whispered: "These people were sitting in the scattered seats in the Victory Building just now, and they actually came to Baiwenzhai."

Zhang Biluo nodded and drew their movement in his mind:

This street has a lot of people and a wide range of categories, covering basic necessities of life, food, clothing, housing and transportation. Scholars come here to visit, usually in small groups. One goes to buy a box of rouge for his wife, another goes to the fan shop to choose a fan, and writes when the mood strikes.

A fan or something.

After a lively shopping trip, we went to a restaurant to have a drink, and finally went to Baiwenzhai to choose some new books, buy some rice paper and ink sticks, and then go home satisfied.

After these people came in, two more waves of customers came one after another, including students taking a break from the academy and couples with children.

Zhang Biluo observed for half an hour, and finally selected two handwritten history books. The little book boy picked up the abacus and plucked it twice. It only cost ten cents.

Faced with such a nagging and searching customer, the bookboy was not displeased at all. Instead, he praised: "Reading history makes people wise, and only knowing the past can judge the present. This guest guest really has great ambitions!"

Look at this emotional intelligence!

Looking at the old shopkeeper, he was still practicing calligraphy. Zhang Biluo walked around him and walked around twice, feeling helpless. Master, if you don't raise your head, how can I talk to you?

Zhang Biluo tried to break the ice, "Old sir, your words are flowing like clouds and flowing water, and they are powerful and powerful. It's really eye-opening!"

The old shopkeeper put down his pen and finally raised his head, "Is something wrong?"

"Is this your own shop?"

"Exactly."

"Is your business good?"

"Didn't you see everything?"

This is a bit boring to talk about, but who is Zhang Biluo? Her face is neither red nor white, and even if the other person is not interested, she can still have a fun and happy conversation and laugh to help.

"Sir, I've seen your store. Everything is exquisite and thoughtful! As the saying goes, reading books is beneficial. You really take this sentence to your heart. There are not only many books on the shelf, but they are also good books. Just because of your appreciation of

My attitude in selecting books carefully is something I wouldn’t change even if I gave it to my husband!”

The scholar interjected from the side, "How did you know? Our husband was originally the master of the academy!"

Although the old shopkeeper didn't speak, he smiled lightly.

Zhang Biluo didn't expect that he would hit upon his idea by accident, so he added: "I know you posted on this street and wanted to sell the shop. What difficulties did you encounter?"

The old shopkeeper said: "I am getting older, and I have become more and more homesick recently. I just received a letter from my hometown saying that my old mother's old illness has relapsed and her health is getting worse, so I am eager to return home and want to stay in front of the Xiaotang. I can't take this shop with me, so I'm simply cheap.

Sell ​​it, and you’ll have no worries from now on.”

So that’s it.

"This shop is in a good location and elegantly decorated. Are any relatives, friends or neighbors interested in it?"

The old shopkeeper smiled and said, "Some people have come here, and some thought the price was too high; some wanted to change the store into a pig-killing shop after seeing the goods; there was another wine seller who wanted to make wine in the backyard. That's all.

First close the shop and leave an old slave to guard the door. If you can come back in this life, then you can open a bookstore."

He looked at Zhang Biluo for a few times and said, "If you like this place, the books downstairs and the goods upstairs need to be received together."

Zhang Biluo gritted his teeth and said, "Then tell me the number."

"Two thousand taels of silver."

I'm so pissed!

We only have a little more than two taels in our pockets, so a thousand small crimson pouches are enough!

Baofu said angrily: "You old gentleman, you are really a lion's mouth!"

The book boy quickly explained: "Our husband didn't say much. Those people who came to ask before asked for three thousand taels."

Bao Fu was unconvinced, "Those inkstones and ink ingots are so valuable, wouldn't it be a good idea to take some away? Do you have to include them in the calculation?"

The book boy said: "I have taken away a lot. The luggage is too heavy and I can't put it down anymore."

Zhang Biluo sighed. When he went out today, he thought he would have two shops immediately, and then he would study the renovation and decoration. However, it turned out that the two shops could not be used. Later, he learned that there was a redemption, so he came over excitedly.

I thought I could get it done for a few hundred taels, but I didn’t expect it to cost several times!

"Sir, how long until you leave?"

The old shopkeeper stroked his beard and said, "We will set off in half a month."

Zhang Biluo nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Old sir, I have to think about it before making a decision. I'll say goodbye today and come back to see you another day."

On the way back, Baofu was busy changing Zhang Biluo's makeup to change her from a handsome businessman to a buyer of Hu Zhou, while Zhang Biluo was thinking about the cost-effectiveness of this store.

Is this shop worth two thousand taels?

There are more than a hundred printed books, ranging from three taels to ten taels; there are hundreds of examination papers for Jinshi scholars in past dynasties, each with several hundred words; upstairs there are ten square inkstones worth a hundred taels, and two pieces of pine smoke and ink worth one gold.

More than ten yuan...

This doesn’t include those large and small objects worth tens of taels, and it doesn’t even include this house!

Worth it! Of course it’s worth it!

However, in the past hour, the rice paper sold was the roughest, the writing brushes were average, and the ink ingots were extremely cheap. In other words, those precious stationery supplies were mostly ignored, and their ability to be monetized was too high.

Difference.

If there is no shortage of money, it doesn't matter if they all take over. The worst they can do is keep it for the three Zaizai. But that's not possible at the moment. My pocket is cleaner than my face!

There are still ten days left, so work harder! Even if you are bald, you must get two thousand taels!

No, no, no, there are still one thousand nine hundred and fifty taels left, because before I came back, I pawned those pieces of jewelry again!

Zhang Biluo was so obsessed with thinking about money. After returning to the small courtyard, he pointed under the plum tree for a while and said, "There are no three hundred taels of silver here." Then he pointed to the wall and said, "There is still no three hundred taels of silver here."

Bao Fu laughed when he saw it, "Don't worry, just tell the general and it will be done soon."

Zhang Biluo shook his head, even if Yan Beichen really gave it, we can't take it!

"Blessed, don't worry about it, I'll figure it out."

"Young Madam, why do you have to rely on yourself for everything?"

Zhang Biluo smiled bitterly, because when I leave the Hou Mansion in two years, I may have nothing. With a few cubs by then, can I make their lives worse than those in the house? Don’t I have to earn more now?

But she couldn't say that, so she smiled and said: "The general is galloping on the battlefield, and the general's wife must be able to stand side by side with him. So if you can solve it by yourself, don't bother him. He only needs to rest in peace and recover so that he can dance again.

Yan Family Spear, become Da Xi’s God of War again!”

Baofu burst into tears when he heard this, and couldn't help but sniff, "Baofu used to diagnose patients and saw countless couples, but none of them were as loving as the general and the young lady."

Zhang Biluo rubbed her head. We couldn't tell the truth, but in the end, the child was tricked into crying.

"Blessed, please go to Dabao's place and invite Mr. Tang over."