The three sisters of the Xiao family can write a few words, thanks to the Meng family.

It is said that before Meng's marriage, his mother's family was a small landowner in Luo County next door.

It was only later that the family fell into the middle of the road, the land and houses were all lost overnight, and later there was a locust plague, and the Meng family was exiled to Hejiatun, and married Xiao Dezhong, who lost his wife.

Meng taught his daughter to read and write in his early years, and later taught his daughter-in-law, and when he had a granddaughter, he taught his granddaughter, not to preach how good it is, at least they are not blind.

"You?" Meng Shi laughed when he heard this, "It's not that the milk laughs at you, don't talk about you, even if the milk writes it, you can only read it at home, and let people stick it on the door, so you don't have to dislike it." ”

The original owner's calligraphy is not good, but she writes well.

Just when Xiao Qingyue wanted to explain this to Meng, He Jinhuai said very understandingly, "I have good handwriting, I can write!" ”

Xiao Qingyue was happy when she heard it, "Yes, milk, you can let He Jinhuai write, we will make pen and ink red paper, He Jinhuai will make handiwork, and sell it for money and divide it between the two families?" ”

After getting the person who wrote, Meng was still a little hesitant.

"But Yueya, every household here saves grain to eat, I'm afraid that if we can't wait for next year's harvest, who will have spare money to buy that thing?"

"Milk, don't underestimate our people, just say that these grocery stores and bun shops outside, who of these people can't take out a dozen copper plates? Let's just say that in our village, don't look at the sweet potatoes and potatoes that eat at home, three or two copper plates buy a blessing to go back to the meaning. ”

He Jinhuai was also on the side to help, "What Yueya said is feasible. ”

Both of them said so, and the Meng family would not be entangled, if they could make money, it would be the best, the old man's medicine money was available, if he didn't earn it, he would be unlucky.

"That's okay, but you buy less red paper first, and buy more in case you can't sell it and waste it."

"Got it."

Meng Shi didn't object, Xiao Qingyue was very happy, and the little old lady was quite good at talking.

"Then go buy red paper first?"

"Okay."

A few people went all the way to Moxuanzhai, and when the shopkeeper heard that they wanted to buy red paper, he pointed to the stall outside.

"Ten copper plates, take it yourself."

This price is not cheap, it is not expensive, this paper is large, one can cut two large and some small horizontal batches, a single door out.

If you write a pair and sell a dozen copper plates, you can make a lot of money after removing the cost.

He said, "Shopkeeper, I buy more, can it be cheaper?" ”

"How much are you going to buy?" The shopkeeper of the place where he sells Mobao also claims to be a literati, treats visitors very reasonably, and reminds, "Little girl, this one can cut several doors, you don't have many doors, one is enough, and it's a waste to buy too much." ”

Xiao Qingyue didn't explain, only said, "I want thirty sheets, and I also need two pens, one side of ink, and the pen and ink are cheaper." ”

Anyway, it's all one-time things, and it's a waste to buy too expensive.

But Meng still felt that it was too much, and secretly dragged her, "Yueya, it's too much." ”

The shopkeeper was also a little surprised, and he wanted to ask something again, but when he turned his head and saw He Jinhuai, he stopped talking again.

"Forget it, this paper was originally sold, count you nine copper plates, that pen, you give eighty-one, ink one hundred and fifteen."

Expensive, ancient pen and ink are also expensive!

That's the worst of all.

It cost more than 500 copper plates!