Chapter 195

Song Xijiao suddenly realized that Hu que was holding this folding fan all day long. It turned out that this folding fan had a long history.

Among the civil servants, Shangshu can be said to be a fan written by a person with such a lofty status. Naturally, it is also a symbol of his noble status.

Hearing his mention of the capital, song Xijiao could not help but be curious: "is the capital big, bigger than Huizhou City?"

Hearing this, Hu que couldn't help laughing. If someone asked such a question, he would only despise the other party's lack of insight, but this was from Song Xijiao's mouth, and he only felt naive and lovely!

"Don't mention the capital city. Even if it's only the Imperial City, it's much bigger than Huizhou City. And the whole capital is about four times as big as the capital. How big is it

"My God!" Song Xijiao was stunned. It was impossible to imagine how big it would be. I'm afraid it would take a few days to walk from one gate to another!

"Since the capital is so big, why do you want to come back to Jinzhou?" If it is her, she will stay in the place where the land is gold and strive for development.

Hu que shook his head and said helplessly: "I am in Jinzhou City, relying on my father. No matter where I go, others will give me some thin noodles. But if in the capital, I'm not afraid of your jokes and being bullied is a common thing. Moreover, I dare not resist and can only walk flexibly. You know, any childe who doesn't look very good may be a young master of the imperial court. "

It turns out that this is the case. Indeed, in this era, there are great differences in the status of people. The officials who live in the capital, even if they are only seven grade sesame officials, have much higher status than the governors. Because his relationship is deeply rooted in the imperial court, which is not easily shaken by outsiders.

In this case, even if Hu que had the support of Shangshu, it was difficult for Hu que to compete with those noble princes.

It seems that Hu Que's life in the capital city may not be as beautiful as others imagine. I'm afraid it needs to be settled step by step.

Song Xijiao couldn't find Zhong Chun by eating too early. She only heard that he went out early in the morning. She told her that she would come back soon, but she never came back.

No way, she can only follow Hu que out of the door.

It was nearly noon, the weather was slightly hot, but the breeze occasionally blowing on the cheek still brought a trace of coolness. They don't take a carriage or a sedan chair. They take two boys and girls all the way through the streets to enjoy the customs and customs of Huizhou City.

Song Xijiao also wanted to buy some special products for her brother and sister-in-law, Lizi and her mother. But Huizhou City was no different from Jinzhou City. She really didn't know what to buy.

When she arrived at a powder shop, her eyes brightened and she walked in.

The powder shop in Huizhou City is very different from that in Jinzhou City. It is not only large, but also has many employees. It is also very rich. There are even samples and bronze mirrors on the table for free makeup test by past customers.

It also has a wide range of styles, ranging from inks for thrushes to hair oils for hair combing. Song Xijiao looked east and West, looking not at powder, but at business opportunities.

When she saw a servant girl reporting the goods that the lady wanted to buy, the shop keeper was writing with a roll of bamboo rolls. She went forward, took out two pieces of bamboo paper from his sleeve, unfolded them, put them in front of the shop keeper, and said with a smile, "shopkeeper, it's too inconvenient for you to write the bamboo rolls. It's better to write them on my bamboo paper."

The shop keeper was stunned and looked up at Song Xijiao. She saw that she was a beautiful girl. She didn't seem to be a troublemaker. She looked down at the two pieces of bamboo paper and said, "what's this?"

"Shop owner, you can tell by writing." Song Xijiao smiles at Yingying's recommendation and tries to make herself look as if she is not half eager to sell.

The shop keeper looked at this rare thing and didn't know what it was. He picked up his pen and wrote a word on the paper. After finishing writing, he immediately raised his head, and his surprised face expanded: "Oh! This, this is what treasure, ink so clear

Song Xijiao took a look at the customers in the shop and made sure that all the ladies and servants looked at her. Then she said in a slow voice, "this is called bamboo paper, which is used to replace bamboo rolls. As we all know, bamboo roll is not easy to ink, ink is difficult to dry, and it is not convenient to carry. But bamboo paper is different, even if you carry it with you, it is like nothing. "

When they heard this, they could not help but put down the powder in their hands and reached for the table to stretch their necks to look at the bamboo paper.

"What on earth is it?"

"It's so thin and soft that it can write?"

"That's a piece of white cloth."

Seeing that they were interested, song Xijiao took out a roll of bamboo paper from his sleeve and distributed it to the people who came together. He said with a smile, "it's just that I have some with me. If you're curious, you can take it back and try to write, so that it works well."

"This girl, how much more do you have with you? I'll take all of them!" The owner of the powder shop waved his hand and opened his mouth with pride.

Song Xijiao looked at the three pieces of bamboo paper in her hands and said to her boss, "only these three pieces are left. Please give them to you. If you still want to buy it, you can wait a month and go to Xifeng bamboo paper factory in the east of the city. Now the store is under construction. "As soon as the words fell, a rich lady, who was standing in front of the crowd, suddenly stepped forward and said, "I also want to buy it. This lady doesn't know which family it is. How about I visit your house some other day?"

Song Xijiao said with a smile, "I am from Jinzhou. I came here for sightseeing. I will leave in two days."

"Where does the girl live these two days? If you have no place to go, you can sit down at my house. "

Seeing the rich lady's strong invitation, song Xijiao thought that she had something to ask for. Moreover, this matter might have something to do with bamboo paper. She said, "I have a little time now. If you don't mind, we can go to a nearby restaurant and have a light meal."

"That's great!"

Hu que stood aside and looked at the scene. He could only shake his head.

Where else can he help?

Song Xijiao was able to settle everything on her own. She just came to buy some powder and spread the bamboo paper to the public. Everyone in the shop held bamboo paper to discuss it. Who can remember that it was a powder shop.

Seeing song Xijiao follow that young lady to talk and smile to go out, quickly follow behind. At the door, the young lady took song Xijiao into the carriage. Hu que was inconvenient to sit with them, so she had to squeeze in front of the carriage with the boy.

"I don't know what to call a girl?" As soon as the curtain fell, the lady immediately asked with a smile.

Song Xijiao also did not hide, back: "my surname song, boudoir word Xijiao."

"Miss Song." The young lady said with a smile, "my surname is Lin, and my maiden name is Wan'er. To tell you the truth, I invited the girl to buy more bamboo paper from the girl and give it to my cousin. "

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