"Can Officer Su Tui wrote a Shinto Monument (Epitaph) for someone?"

"Write it, so what?"

"I don't know how much pension fee others will give you? And is it more difficult to write a divine monument?" This is a question. Yang Yi evaluated Kou Zhun in the book making that he could make a big deal and not take care of the details. So Emperor Zhenzong of Song immediately appointed Kou Zhun as the chief assistant, but gave an additional 100 gold coins.

The price of gold and silver was very high in the Song Dynasty. At first, one tael of silver was only equivalent to five hundred cents. Later, due to a large amount of money lost to foreign countries, including the annual monies for Liaoxia, it rose to two thousand, three thousand and four thousand.

The same is true for gold. At first, one tael of gold was equivalent to six or seven thousand ci, but later it rose to ten thousand ci, and now it is moving towards the 20,000 ci.

Yang Yi's pen fee is just like this. How much pen fee can others give Xiao Su? It would be nice to have a few dozen cents of coins.

However, writing an epitaph requires verifying the gains and losses of the person in his life, his life history, his resume, and his style and make a fair evaluation. It is difficult to write.

"Those are all people I respect, or relatives and friends."

"Even so, those families sent their supervisors to you, and I believe they also talked about bamboo paper. You have also seen that the cost of paper is relatively cheap and may reduce the price of paper by half. How many scholars will use paper and read books?"

"It cost tens of thousands of yuan to develop bamboo paper, but it is another matter to sell it out. Therefore, in Yanzhou, I wanted to ask a few people to write some articles, poems and praise them so that everyone can know it and quickly benefit the scholars. Five famous ministers in Qingli, Duke Fan and Duke Pang, Duke Han and Duke Fu were prime ministers in the two palaces, so it was not convenient to invite Duke Wen to write. But I couldn't only Duke Wen, and I thought hard again, and I happened to hear the reputation of you and Magistrate Zhang, so that they could invite you to you."

"Officer Su, your family used to be a second-class household."

This is Wang Ju's speculation. When Lao Su was young, he traveled around and thought that the Su family was in a good situation. But later Su's mother took Da Su to Chengzhong County School to study and rented a house in the city.

If you don’t have money and dare not do this, but you are particularly rich, then you don’t rent a house, but buy it.

It is estimated that when he was young, he spent a lot of money on traveling around and his family property was on a downward trend. Therefore, Wang Ju judged that the Su family was a second-class household or a third-class household.

"I believe that the precious paper and the precious book are also a confusion for your former Su family. I won't talk about the fifty gold. At least this is a big deal that is beneficial to scholars, so you should use some snacks."

"I don't know if this fifty gold can be considered as buying this small fu. I'll count it, one, two, three... three hundred and seventeen characters, it's so concise. Fifty gold can be exchanged for one thousand guan on the black market, one word, three guan, and the good intentions of a black pen cost..."

Before Wang Ju finished speaking, Xiao Su was embarrassed by him.

"Okay." Zhang Desheng and his friends shouted at the same time.

"What's good?" Guier asked strangely when he pushed the door open.

"I've seen the palace...Miss Zhao," Wang Ju changed his words when he saw that Zhao Niannu was wearing casual clothes, which made him think of the palace several times a few years ago when Gui'er talked to the tragic death of Yun'er.

"Miss Zhao is coming just right," Wang Ju held a large bundle of paper from the corner of the house.

If you want to promote it, you cannot miss it, and there are so many suggestions coming at this time.

Therefore, the manager of the Xi family brought a lot of paper and distributed it everywhere in the capital.

These candidates were inexplicably wise, but they didn't have any money anyway, so they accepted them.

Wang Ju put down a bundle and prepared to give it to Zhao Niannu and Zhao Xu as a gift.

"Why give me paper?"

"It has my credit for its appearance, and it is cheap, which can reduce the price of paper by half."

"Oh," Zhao Niannu opened and looked at it.

The others looked at Zhao Niannu suspiciously. Perhaps it was not as young and lively as the fiancée when Wang Ju saw him off, but this young woman had an indescribable temperament.

It doesn't matter. There are many beautiful or elegant women in the world, but the key is how Wang Ju met this young woman. She still looks very familiar with her. It doesn't make sense. She has a Beijing accent and is also handsome, not those firework women.

So everyone looked at him strangely.

"Why do you have this kind of look? Madam Zhao used to visit relatives in Yanzhou and happened to know me. I was still a child at that time." Wang Ju whispered.

"So that's it," Zhang Desheng said embarrassedly.

Wang Ju was speechless and thought to himself, I am not the guy who is a sperm-like brain.

"Why did you drink it just now?"

"That's right," Wang Ju said the story.

Zhao Niannu had already seen the fu above and couldn't help but laugh.

"You little guy who is accustomed to you," Zhao Niannu stretched out his finger and knocked on Wang Ju's forehead.

"Okay." The lover also shouted.

Fifty gold, but a lot of money. His Royal Highness gave him a thousand guan, and the price was only fifty taels of gold. But what kind of kindness is that, a life-saving kindness.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is still the same saying: scholars, farmers, industry and commerce, no matter what paper, even if Wang Ju had the means to defy the heavens, increasing the output of rice paper by dozens of times, and reducing the cost to the cost of bamboo paper (Rice paper was very famous in the Song Dynasty, but the cost was high and the output was very small), or paper or craftsmen.

If it weren't for fifty-year-olds, Xiao Su could have swept the Yanzhou Qin Manager who came to ask for poetry and essays out.

"He will come again," Wang Judao.

Don’t say that the laws of the Song Dynasty cannot be taken seriously now, it is the rule of law. After receiving fifty gold, Xiao Su couldn’t stop it.

Zhao Niannu nodded. She understood it. Xiao Su had only one way to solve it. He would write a fu again. Otherwise, the bamboo paper would fill the Song Dynasty's land and his reputation would become bad.

She smiled and took out a pair of jade bracelets, which were warm in color and white as white: "Wang Lang, this is your sister."

"kindness."

"Little sister, this is a gift from me."

Erniu is confused, where is my sister?

"Please accept it," Wang Jule said, "It's a great thing to recognize this sister. Even Zhao Shuchao was still good to Concubine Miao and Zhao Niannu. The other concubines would be sad.

But this is just a casual title, how can I recognize this sister?

Zhao Niannu took out another inkstone carvings with pine stone boys, blue and white inkstone pits, which were crystal clear and oily, which was a first-class Duan inkstone.

She looked at the crown prince again and said, "Wang Lang, this is your third brother."

"yes."

"Can you see the state school?"

"I am studying in a private school, and occasionally I will teach you. I plan to arrange it after this imperial examination is over."

"Brother, this is the inkstone that I gave to you by my sister."

In fact, these two gifts are extraordinary. The latter is a tribute from the Duanzhou government to the royal family. The former is a tribute brought by the Uighur envoy. The same is worth hundreds of cents on the market. However, several people are considered local buns, including Zhang Desheng. Although Zhang Desheng and Wang Ju vaguely felt their extraordinaryness, they still ignored the value of these two gifts.

"Second sister, third brother, thank Miss Zhao quickly."

Can't really call me sister?

"Wang Lang, accompany me for a walk."

Wang Ju hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

But after walking, Zhang Desheng and the others were suspicious again.

Anyway, the more they go, if they have a bad mentality, the more painful the egg will be...
Chapter completed!