More than twenty knives

Author: Tao Gepo

More than twenty knives

The two government officials then went out with satisfaction.

Runtu watched the entire scene.

Too arrogant.

The people do not fight against the officials. This has been a tradition for thousands of years.

Even a government official was so awesome, which made Runtu even more determined to take the scientific examination.

Seeing the two people leaving, the shopkeeper also breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if you really have any trouble, you can't go to them.

That would be tantamount to inviting the wolf into the house.

If you invite people over, you will lose a lot of money.

Few ordinary people are willing to report to the government.

Reporters need to consider their own pockets.

The word "official" has two meanings. If you eat at the top, you will eat at the bottom. If you don't report to the official, you may lose a little less.

One tael of silver was my accommodation money for a month, and it was just taken away by others in vain.

A small government official can get so much, and if someone is more powerful, it will be even more incredible. No wonder people say that three years to clear the magistrate's office, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver. Maybe they say it is less.

The county magistrate is the local emperor and has one hundred thousand taels of silver. He doesn't need a prefect, the county magistrate can handle this matter.

After eating, Runtu went for a walk on the street.

Go towards the bookstore.

I want to buy all the paper for practicing calligraphy.

After arriving at the bookstore.

"Boss, do you have any paper for practicing calligraphy?"

"I have good rice paper. How much do you need for your guests?"

Runtu: "I'll buy three taels of silver."

I still have a total of four taels of silver, so I just spend three taels to buy paper. I must practice this calligraphy well.

"Three taels of silver?"

Runtu took out the silver directly and asked for better quality paper, "Yes, there are so many, I am in a hurry to use them."

When he saw the money, the clerk from the bookstore immediately went to get it.

Soon, a thick pile was brought over.

"Guest, why don't we send it to you? The rice paper we have here costs one hundred cents per knife and three taels of silver. Even if it's more than twenty dollars, it's not easy for you to get it here."

One sword is one hundred sheets.

Two to three thousand sheets is indeed enough.

Actually it's not too much.

Just a pile.

A thicker book has one hundred sheets of paper, which is about thirty thick books.

This weight can be carried by ordinary people.

Runtu said: "No need, just take it yourself. My residence is not far away."

"Okay, then I'll wrap it up for you."

I quickly packed the more than 20 pieces of paper.

Runtu lifted it up. It was really heavy, but he could still lift it.

"How about we help you deliver it?"

"No."

Runtu carried it out of the bookstore.

I only walked for about two or three minutes, and when I saw that no one was paying attention around me, I immediately put all the papers into the space.

It is also more convenient in terms of space.

This much paper is enough to practice calligraphy by yourself.

It's quite a lot of money spent.

Spending three taels of silver to practice calligraphy is too extravagant.

Reading is really a costly activity.

Nowadays, those who can afford to read must at least come from a poor family.

I really don’t dare send someone to study if my family doesn’t have any conditions.

Without money, even if you want to learn, you probably won't be able to learn much.

Let’s just say that if you practice calligraphy, unless you have a natural talent, you shouldn’t practice it too much.

The money just to buy paper is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Walking on the road.

Runtu saw a man selling medicinal materials on the street.

There are many garden ginseng planted in his space.

Looking at the person setting up the stall, there is something different about him.

Go over and take a look.

Seeing that all his roots were there, he had an idea.

"Brother, how do you sell this ginseng?"

Runtu pointed at a medium-sized ginseng and said.

"Thirty taels."

Runtu was startled.

How dare you sell it so expensively.

"Brother, is it too expensive?"

I only have a little more than one tael of silver on hand.

"Expensive, this is serious Changbai Mountain ginseng. I came to Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas specifically to sell it at a good price. Thirty taels is still expensive? Go away, go away."

Runtu pointed to another one, "Brother, how much does this one cost?"

The ginseng vendor looked at it and frowned, "Take a tael of silver away."

This root is present, but it is somewhat damaged, and it is really too small. It is as small as a fingernail. Even ginseng pickers look down on it. I didn’t want it in the first place.

Runtu didn't mind that it was small.

He has observed that this ginseng is a bit small, but the spores are still there. As long as the spores are still there, they can still grow and the roots are also there. There will be no problem in continuing to grow.

One tael of silver, I thought it was a bit expensive, so I didn't bother to negotiate the price and just asked for it.

"Okay, brother, one tael of silver, I want this."

The ginseng vendor was still a little curious.

Someone would actually take away the one they least care about.

It's so small that if you use it to make soup for a long time, it might melt.

Even though he didn't have much money, the boss was still satisfied.

He is from the Northeast and a ginseng picker. He came to the south with the stock he picked, and he wanted to sell it for a few hundred taels before going back to live.

As soon as Runtu received the goods, he immediately put them into the space and planted them.

He has a feeling.

When this ginseng entered the soil, it immediately became more alive.

Let it go slowly.

One year of planting is equal to a hundred years, and if you plant for several years, one tael of silver can be estimated to be turned into a thousand taels.

This business can be done.

When we returned to the inn, it was already evening.
To be continued...