Chapter 47

In the reception hall, the guests gathered around Song Xijiao to see the wonder. A bold guest reached out to touch the thin bamboo paper and nodded his praise.

When a doctor gets such a gift, his face is bright and his heart is comfortable. Seeing that everyone was curious about the bamboo paper, the doctor asked song Xijiao with a smile: "three girls, give your bamboo paper to all the distinguished guests to have a good look."

The doctor's words are in line with song Xijiao's wishes. Today's occasion is simply the best time to sell bamboo paper!

She took out a piece of bamboo paper from the box and handed it to the guests. She introduced the advantages of bamboo paper over bamboo slips: "it takes a long time for the ink to dry on the bamboo slips. This bamboo paper is different. After writing, just take it up and shake it a few times, and the ink will be completely dry. "

"Write and see!" One of the guests suggested, and other guests joined in.

Song Xijiao could not help but feel numb when she heard this. Her words were not on the stage.

She looks at Zhong Chun as if he is asking for help. Zhong Chun is eager to talk but stops. He simply doesn't look at her.

"Yes, Zhong Chun is just a hunter. Although he has doubts about him, if he writes a good word in public today, he will become a hot topic." Song Xijiao thought in her mind, and her brain was also spinning rapidly.

Suddenly, one of the guests caught her attention. According to the memory of the original owner, song Xijiao's eyes were fixed on an old man with white beard and elegant temperament. This old man is the founder of Rufeng school, Mr. Zhu.

Song Xijiao pushed through the crowd, holding bamboo paper and respectfully said to Mr. Zhu: "I heard that Mr. Zhu's words are elegant and vigorous. Can you ask Mr. Zhu to write a few words for you?"

"Mr. Zhu, write us a few words!" The guests said again.

Looking at Mr. Zhu Xi's heart, he felt proud and proud of Mr. Zhu

The servant girls of the Song family had already prepared a writing table. Mr. Zhu dipped in the ink, and with a stroke of his pen, a few big characters appeared on the paper. The guests could not help but read out: "Buddha, light, PU, Zhao."

Mr. Zhu's writing style came to a perfect ending. There was a burst of cheering in the crowd. Everyone said in unison to the doctor: "the doctor sincerely worships Buddha, and he must be a blessed man!"

The smile on the doctor's face could not be stopped. She was happy to wave her hands and say to everyone, "thank you, thank you. It's my honor to have Mr. Zhu's calligraphy today."

For a moment, both the guests and the host were happy.

Looking at the warm atmosphere in the hall, song Xijiao did not miss the opportunity to demonstrate: "bamboo paper has one of the greatest advantages, that is, lightweight, easy to carry." Then he folded a piece of bamboo paper carefully and put it in the sleeve for a circle.

"It's much more convenient than bamboo rolls." People said.

In the crowd, Luo Shuang, a businessman, stares at the bamboo paper and falls into meditation.

Song Yongxu, who had just covered his face with shame, didn't think that his usual mind was so simple that his third daughter, who was too lazy to be surprised, once again earned him enough face.

He said to the guests with a smile: "the little girl is not talented, let everyone laugh, the banquet is ready, please sit down."

After that, he said to song Xijiao and Zhongchun with a kind face: "three girls, you take this, this..."

Zhong Chun made a bow without abasement: "son in law Zhongchun."

Song Yongxu said with a smile, "you and your wife are sitting on the table with their children."

The doctor kindly waved to the little chestnut and said, "come on, sit here!"

Song Qingchen wanted her sister to make a fool of herself in public, but she did not expect to let her show off. Now her father let them and his wife sit on the table again. She was very angry at the thought of this.

At the end of the party, the guests who had left in twos and threes were still talking about what had happened. Everyone was amazed at the magic of bamboo paper, and praised Mr. Zhu's good words.

Mr. Zhu was originally disdainful to attend this kind of banquet, which pretended to be a Buddhist ceremony, but in fact he was able to attract people. He could not hold the repeated invitation of the Song family, so he reluctantly went there. Unexpectedly, today's banquet let him also scenery.

When song Xijiao and Zhongchun came out of the Song family with chestnuts, they couldn't help skipping along and humming a ditty in their mouths.

Zhongchun looks at her happy appearance, and the corners of his mouth are also slowly raised, but the doubts in his heart are also deeper. It is no accident that song Xijiao changed so much.

But why did she pretend to be a waste? Now why does it suddenly reveal its nature.

Zhong Chun really can't think of it.

Song Xijiao jumped up to Zhongchun and asked, "my plan is not bad."

Zhong Chun nodded: "taking bamboo paper as a congratulatory gift not only won the favor of the doctors, but also let these high-class people see the magic of bamboo paper. Now the city must be full of discussions about bamboo paper. In this way, bamboo paper can not be sold. Killing two birds with one stone is really a good strategy. "

Song Xijiao nodded and said triumphantly, "there is another point you haven't mentioned. Ask Mr. Zhu to write a inscription to make Mr. Zhu show off. We have also won Mr. Zhu's favor. In this way, our way to school of chestnut has gone further. This is called "three birds with one stone"Hearing this, chestnut looked up at his mother excitedly: "mother, can I go to school soon?"

Song Xijiao touched Chestnut's head and said in a soft voice, "yes, our little chestnut will go to school soon."

"Dad, Dad, I'll be able to go to school soon." The chestnut jumped up with Zhong Chun's hand.

As soon as the three members of the family walked out of the gate of the Song family, they heard someone calling after them: "Miss Song, stop!"

Song Xijiao looked back, a well-dressed, elegant man came with his entourage.

It's a strange man. Zhong Chun can't help standing in front of Song Xi Jiao Niang and protecting them behind.

"Miss Song, I'm Luo Shuang who does business in the city. Your bamboo paper is really amazing!" Luo Shuang does not hide his love for bamboo paper.

Song Xijiao politely responded: "boss Luo is flattered."

Luo Shuang is also a man of his name. He is a brisk businessman. He opens the door and says, "Miss Song's bamboo paper must be known to everyone in the city now. If it can be produced in large quantities, the supply will be in short supply. I wonder if I can cooperate with Miss song to make bamboo paper bigger."

Song Xijiao's heart moved, but the surface was still: "boss Luo, this bamboo paper is my painstaking research for a long time to make, as for the issue of cooperation, you let me go back to think about it."

Luo Shuang nodded his head and said, "yes, Miss Song should think about it carefully. If you want to cooperate with me, please go to Chunhe Wenmo bamboo slips shop in my city to find me."

Song Xijiao nodded and bade farewell to Luo Shuang. The family of three set foot on their way home.

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