It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right?

When the box under the bookcase was opened, the light inside was dim and covered with a thin layer of coins. Grete carefully poured them out, separated them according to color, and spread out the points one by one. After counting, count again.

Ten gold coins.

Eight silver coins.

Among the gold coins, there is another one that looks particularly different.

Grete picked it up and identified it carefully. Among the ten gold coins, nine have a beautiful woman wearing a crown on the front, and roses entwined with leaves on the back. I think they should be gold coins of the country. The front seems to be the Queen's portrait, and as for the back, it is said to be the royal emblem.

The last one shows a bearded man wearing a crown on the front, and a two-headed eagle with wings spread on the back. The emblem is different, the avatar is different. Considering that the backs of other silver coins also have rose patterns, it seems that this special-looking one comes from a foreign country?

As for how it was left behind, what its currency value was, and whether it could be spent directly, Gretel searched his memory and found nothing.

In any case, these ten gold coins and eight silver coins are the last savings left by the original body's father to the original body. Bury it under the bed, press it under the book box, and tell him not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

The reason why there are gold coins and silver coins is because the children are young and weak and will rashly use the gold coins to spend, which will cause trouble.

...How much will you take out this time?

Grete thought carefully, counted eight gold coins and put them back into the box - including of course the double-headed eagle, and put back three silver coins. He carefully reset the box, cleaned up the traces on the ground, took the money bag, rushed out of the house, and rushed to the paper and pencil shop.

In Heartland City, Gretel could only remember one shop that sold pens and paper. The store is near the square at the entrance of the City Lord's Mansion, two hundred meters south along the street, which is considered a prime location in the entire city. There was a lot of traffic at the door, carriages with family crests in them came and went, and gentlemen and ladies passed by from time to time.

Two lanterns were hung on the left and right of the shop door, and the lights illuminated half of the street. There was actually a doorman under the lantern, wearing a white shirt and overalls. He was holding a wooden board one foot wide and more than two meters high, and was boarding the shop.

When Grete came, the doorman gave him a surprised look. His eyes glanced at Grete's obviously altered linen shirt, mud-spattered trouser legs, and patched backpack. His lips twitched, but he put down the door panel and went over to open the door for Grete.

Stepping into the store, a half-person-high wooden counter divides the entire store into two parts: the inside and the outside. Sitting bored at the counter was a young clerk in a white shirt, a black vest, and a black tie tied neatly under his neck, with a dejected expression of "leave me alone, I have to get off work."

There is nothing else outside the counter. Inside, in the cabinet behind the clerk, there is a dazzling array of paper rolls, quill pens, ink, stationery boxes, etc., filling the whole wall.

Gretel craned his neck to look at the scrolls. The waiter raised his head, glanced quickly, and asked lazily:

"buy what?"

"Paper."

Gretel was interrupted after saying one word. The clerk added casually without raising his eyes:

"Parchment paper costs two silver coins each, and white paper costs four silver coins. How much do you want?"

"So expensive?!"

Gretel was shocked. Two silver coins a piece of parchment paper, that's fine, after all, it is peeled from the sheep; what does four silver coins a piece of white paper mean?

Could this be Chengxintang paper?

No, no, that's not the point. If ordinary white paper is twice as expensive as parchment, how did papermaking survive without being squeezed out of business by parchment? !

The young clerk rolled his eyes angrily. He did not answer. Instead, he folded his hands and added with his chin held high:

"The minimum selling price is ten pieces."

One sheet costs two silver coins, ten sheets equals twenty silver coins, or two gold coins... How many sheets of paper do you need to copy the entire book? Is one thousand enough? To sum it up, this amount alone is two hundred gold coins...

Except for the box of alchemy equipment and surgical instruments, the family's house, furniture, and everything else were sold out. Probably, they couldn't afford it. Grete did the math and asked with a glimmer of hope: "Is there anything cheaper?"

"Cheap?" The guy raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to say a few more words, an old man rushed out of the store:

"There are some! Which one do you want, guest?"

The old man was more luxuriously dressed than the young man. There was a velvet trim on the coat, and the buttons on the round belly were so shiny that they almost flew off. As soon as he came out, he gave the waiter a hard look and then put on a smile:

"The shop has all kinds of goods. The cheapest one, writing paper from Waalwijk, costs four silver coins for a knife. The whiter and smoother one, official document paper from Northumberland, costs one gold coin for a knife.

The white paper you just heard about, guest, is ordered by the Magic Tower outside the city all year round. It is said that it can be used to copy scrolls to increase the success rate and is better than parchment paper. Each one only costs four silver coins, so it’s still cheap! "

...It turns out to be special paper for copying magic scrolls. Gretel suddenly realized: Although papermaking technology has become popular, high-end paper products are not so easy to produce. Not to mention that the magic paper represents real power. In the previous life, the top student Xuan was able to sell ten thousand to twenty thousand with one knife.

"How many cuts per knife?"

The young man curled his lips. But the old man didn’t seem to think this question was too low-level at all, and he still had a smile on his face:

"25 tickets, no deductions!"

emmmmm... Gretel quickly calculated silently. A knife costs 25 cards and costs 4 silver coins. A thousand cards cost 160 silver coins - or 16 gold coins. His hand was full, but he only had 10 gold coins, 8 plus 2 for a total of 10 silver coins, and 7 copper coins. Copying the entire book is definitely not enough.

As for a new city guard soldier, like him, his monthly salary is 5 silver coins; the monthly salary of a squad leader is 15 silver coins. One thousand pieces of paper costs 16 gold coins, which is almost as much as the squad leader's annual income - but for a child to learn to read and write, is one thousand pieces of paper enough for a year?

Surely it’s not enough?

These days, reading and writing are really only the privileges of the upper class...

Gretel sighed. After sighing, he continued to ask about the price:

“Can it be cheaper if I buy more?”

"One order is 20 knives, 7 gold coins and 5 silver coins! The store will deliver it to your door!"

"Where's the pen? Where's the ink?"

"Quill pen, a quill pen with 2 silver coins, can be sharpened at least 20 times! A refined quill pen with 4 silver coins, can be sharpened at least 50 times, comes with a sharpening knife! Ordinary writing ink, 2 ounces in a bottle Silver coins, a large 5-ounce bottle, 8 silver coins!”

Really good at doing business.

Gretel smiled bitterly. This method of differentiating pricing and attracting business is very similar to the family packs, mass-market packs, and combination packs in supermarkets in previous lives.

He weighed his needs and took out his wallet:

"First buy four knives of ordinary writing paper and a fine quill pen. I only brought 2 gold coins and 5 silver coins, and a large bottle of ink. Can you sell me another bottle?"

Paper, pen, and ink, totaling 2 gold coins and 8 silver coins. Gretel was about to cut off 10% of his salary at this opening. The young man looked on coldly and couldn't help but sneered and coldly snorted:

"If you can't afford it, don't buy it! - Can you afford gold coins?"

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