Qin Cao also felt the same way, he was generous and benevolent, without the slightest jealousy, turned his head to look at Yang Xing, who was in a daze with pork, and asked suspiciously: "Yang Xing, why don't you do it?" ”

Yang Xing pointed to the pork with a bitter face and said, "This meat is so big, how can I have a place to start after being tossed by a few of you?" "The already small flesh skin was occupied by four sutured wounds, and there was really no place to open the surgery. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Cao smiled apologetically: "Hehe, why don't you go to Mei Na again and ask if there's anything left." Yang Xing was crazy a few times, and he had to do it so now.

After a while, Da Mei came from the kitchen and scolded him dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing with pork?" How did it come to this? Is this still not for people to eat? After a while, Yang Xing came back with a new piece of pork in disgrace, and finally lived up to expectations and returned triumphantly.

Yang Xing had only read some medical books before, and when it came to real talent and hands-on ability, it was far inferior to Qin Cao, Xiaomei and Ren Fei, and it took a long time to barely stitch up the wound, but the needle distance control was uneven, some were close and some were far, and the two needles were almost stuck together, and the far ones could be inserted into a thumb, and it looked like how ugly the sawtooth fangs were.

There are more people and less meat, what should I do? Of course, it is to open up the second battlefield, Ren Fei withstood Damei's anger, risked his life to get another piece of pork, and Qin Cao was in a group, and the two took turns to practice.

The pork was bought by Da Mei to prepare for the next few days to cook for the neighbors who helped, so that in the next few days, when someone often ate meat, they could eat the thread, which made everyone inexplicable, so angry that Da Mei stared at Yang Xing and Ren Fei, whenever this time, Xiaomei and Qin Cao were very unrighteous and bowed their heads and were silent, staying out of the matter, Ren Fei and Yang Xing were depressed, who let them show up every time.

Yuan Fang squatted in the corner, handful of hair, racking his brains to find a way to make money, but the little thing in his head was obviously not enough, after thinking for a long time, the hair was almost gone, and he didn't come up with a reason, and finally Yuan Fang gritted his teeth and decided to go to Danxia County in Xizhou in person to inspect the output and quality of the rubber plantation, whether it can meet the requirements of tires, and then decide whether to get a few bicycles out for silver.

After dinner, the workers continued to dig the pit, Yuan Fang and Yang Xing discussed, planning to go to the night market to see if there was anything suitable as a gift to celebrate the opening of Zhiyuan Dart Game.

Ren Fei heard that Yuan Fang was going shopping, so he also went with him, Xiaomei hesitated for a moment but decided to stay, because there was not much raw pork, and if she didn't hurry up and practice, she might not have a chance.

On the way, Yuan Fang asked Ren Fei: "Brother Mo's dart game is open, what do you say I should send something?" ”

Ren Fei shook his arms and said with a big grin: "It depends on how much silver you plan to spend, if you have enough money, you can send some gems and jade or something, if you want to save some money, you can buy anything, or you can send silver directly." ”

The silver in Yuan Fang's hand was still sponsored by others, and it was obviously impossible to send the silver, so he turned his head and asked Yang Xing: "Do you have any ideas?" ”

Yang Xing shook his head: "No, boss, my silver has been spent, and you don't have much left, otherwise, or forget it, anyway, Brother Mo is not bad for us." ”

Yuan Fang shook his head dejectedly and said, "People are opening a good business, we can't go empty-handed, right?" That's too stingy, too. ”

Yang Xing's eyes rolled: "Boss, if that's not the case, how about we send a plaque?" ”

Yuan Fang pondered for a moment: "Send a plaque, well, it's a little interesting, but that thing doesn't seem to be cheap." ”

Yang Xing said shyly: "I see that there are a lot of plaques in Dr. Qin's room, if you can't ask Dr. Qin for a piece, just buy a piece of paper and write a few words." ”

Yuan Fang was really shy, otherwise he wouldn't be so picky, nodded and said, "Cheng, then let's buy a better piece of paper." ”

Ren Fei glanced at the passers-by opposite, the passers-by hurriedly dodged, Ren Fei looked proud, and reminded: "Brother Yuan, you think too simply, right?" It's not just a few words to write, that's to ask a famous writer to write, those poor and sour are all masters who have never seen money, and the pen fee is more outrageous than the other. ”

Yuan Fang scratched his head and said in distress: "What should I do?" ”

Yang Xing patted his chest and said confidently: "It's okay boss, if it really doesn't work, I'll write it." Yuan Fang and Ren Fei looked at Yang Xing in unison, with a look of distrust.

Yang Xing stiffened his neck and said, "What kind of eyes are you?" Look down on me? Let me tell you, although I don't read well, I can start practicing calligraphy since I was a child, and my writing is not much worse than those so-called famous masters. In the past, whoever opened a business in the village rushed to find me for an inscription. ”

Yuan Fang was skeptical: "What you said is true?" ”

Yang Xing was dissatisfied and said: "Of course, can I be guilty of lying? If you don't believe me, I'll write you a few later. To be honest, Yuan Fang had really never seen Yang Xing write, and his curiosity suddenly rose, and Ren Fei led the way and went straight to the store that recently sold the four treasures of the study.

When the guy in the store saw the customer coming to the door, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, but his face changed again and again after seeing Ren Fei clearly.

Ren Fei glared at the guy very arrogantly: "What are you doing in a daze, you don't know how to greet guests?" ”

The guy laughed more ugly than crying, nodded and said cautiously: "It turned out to be Young Master Ren Fei, I don't know what you want to buy when you come to us?" ”

Ren Fei habitually inserted the folding fan into his neck, looked around and asked, "Do you have any better paper?" ”

The guy didn't dare to slack off, so he had to take Yuan Fang and the three of them to the counter of the paper, and introduced: "Young Master Ren Fei, these are all fine leather paper and bamboo paper, and there is coarse paper over there, I don't know what you plan to do it for?" (Where paper is made of the bark of a tree (a tree) and mulberry, hibiscus film, etc., it is leather paper.) Those who use bamboo hemp are bamboo paper. The essence is extremely white, for books, prints, Cambodia, and use. The coarse ones are fire paper and wrapping paper, which are used for wiping filth. ）

Yuan Fang didn't know what leather paper bamboo paper was, and Ren Fei was also a second ancestor who didn't learn or know anything, so the two of them looked at Yang Xing together and asked for his opinion.

Yang Xing's sense of superiority suddenly doubled, he took a step forward arrogantly, stood in front of the counter and watched and showed: "The leather paper is delicate and tight, the bamboo paper is yellowish, and it is better to write a plaque or leather paper, man, there is no better refined leather paper?" ”

Yang Xing's words were very clear, the man was impressed, but he didn't expect that the guy who was with Ren Fei was still a little knowledgeable: "These are the best leather papers in Dongzhou, look at this color, it is definitely not something that we can do here." ”

Yang Xing nodded slightly: "Well, Dongzhou is rich in bark trees, the water quality is clear, and the leather paper made is also the best." ”

After selling off his knowledge, Yang Xing turned around and asked, "Boss, that's it." ”

Yuan Fang confirmed again: "Can you really write?" And can you write it well? Yang Xing nodded vigorously.

Yuan Fang asked the guy: "Is this kind of paper a little longer?" The kind used to make plaques. ”

The guy had already heard the intention of the three of them to buy paper, and nodded again and again and said, "Yes, of course there is, you wait a minute, I'll pick it for you." As he spoke, he ran to the back of the counter and picked up a long piece of paper with a copying rod: "This is the best leather paper, even the county magistrate uses this kind of paper." ”

Yuan Fang saw Yang Xing nodding and asked the guy, "How did you sell it?" I don't read much, don't fool me. ”

The guy glanced at Ren Fei, who was smiling repeatedly, and swallowed his saliva and said, "Young Master Ren Fei is here, how dare I." Don't know how much you're going to buy? Yuan Fang thought about it and felt that one was not very safe, so he compared two fingers.

The man's eyes lit up: "Two knives? ”

Yuan Fang rolled his eyes and said, "What two knives, I'm talking about two." ”

The guy said with a bitter face: "This, this, I have never sold it like this before, at least ten or half a knife." ”

Ren Fei glared: "What's the matter, who said that two can't be sold?" ”

The guy didn't dare to offend Ren Fei, but he didn't dare to make his own decisions, he was so anxious that he was about to cry, but fortunately, the shopkeeper happened to go out and came back, and after learning the ins and outs, he immediately sold two long pieces of paper to Yuan Fang at the lowest price, he really didn't want to offend Ren Fei.

After the return of the shopkeeper, the guy suddenly had confidence, and asked Yuan Fang with a **-like enthusiasm smile: "This young master, we still want to have a good Zihao pen, Huangshi inkstone, pine smoke ink, and oil smoke ink, do you want to take a look?" ”

Yuan Fang waved his hand and said, "No need, hurry up and wrap the paper and take it away." Yang Xing glanced at the other counters, but didn't dare to look more, for fear that he wouldn't be tempted.

Ren Fei stopped the guy: "Wait a minute, bring me a few knives for that coarse paper, it's good, it's cheap." "The man's face turned ugly again, and it was difficult to have both good and cheap ones.

The shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said, "Young Master Ren Fei has spoken, go, take two knives of the best coarse paper, and the price will be calculated at the lowest price." The shopkeeper spoke, of course the young man complied, and with a smile on his face, he bundled two knives of coarse paper and handed them to Yuan Fang and Yang Xing together, he didn't dare to bother Ren Fei, a man who abstained from prostitution.

Yang Xing didn't know why, and asked suspiciously: "Ren Fei, why do you buy so much coarse paper?" ”

Ren Fei took out the folding fan and unfolded it, fanned it twice and said, "There isn't much straw paper in the medical hall, buy some by the way, or it will be difficult for Damei to come and get it back alone." Yuan Fang and Yang Xing suddenly realized, they didn't expect Ren Fei to look like a child, but he was still a careful person.

Ren Fei's words did not shy away from anyone, the shopkeeper wanted to cry without tears and was depressed, the best coarse paper is used to wrap food, but I didn't expect Ren Fei to use it to wipe his buttocks, but there are also prints from their store on it.

Yang Xing picked up a piece of coarse paper and looked at it, nodded with great satisfaction and said: "The paper is good, the price is okay, the shopkeeper, we will come to the scene next time." "The shopkeeper almost didn't cry, if this goods came every day, he wouldn't have to open this store, it would be better to burn it and watch a lively scene.

After leaving the store, Ren Fei originally planned to go home directly, but Yang Xing wanted to show his style, so he also went back to the hospital with him, intending to see Yang Xing's masterpieces.

Back at the medical hall, Yuan Fang found Qin Cao and told him about it, Qin Cao happily agreed, and personally picked the best frame for Yuan Fang.

As Yang Xing said, Qin Cao does have a lot of plaques, which were given by some dignitaries and nobles a few years ago, these things represent an honor for him, but they have no substantive significance, and they belong to the chicken ribs that are useless and discarded.

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