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16 Jia Sheng vents his anger(2/2)

Take it and rub it.

He often uses hemp paper, and of course he can tell at a glance that the quality of this new paper is indeed surprisingly good, far better than hemp paper.

The hemp paper is too rough.

And this new paper has very delicate fibers and a dense texture, and will not seep like hemp paper. The ink will definitely be very comfortable to write on it.

It is obvious that the process has been greatly improved, and it is finally suitable for writing ink and copying books.

It looks like it at first glance.

As white as powder snow.

Smooth and tough.

A great paper like never before!

Jia Sheng squatted in the thatched cottage, holding a piece of dark marquis paper emitting a faint fragrance of plum blossoms in both hands.

This is the fragrance of plum blossoms, this is the fragrance of paper, this is the fragrance of literary fortune!

He squatted while crying!

What a good paper!

These papers allow students to copy books, which can reduce the heavy burden on their backs for dozens of kilograms and hundreds of kilograms!

Just use this small roll of 100 new paper, which is only one pound light, you can copy a bamboo slip book weighing hundreds of pounds.

From then on, the Li family members of the Wangfu private school could easily get a paper book, and no longer had to carry bamboo slips weighing dozens of kilograms to school every day.

How can such a treasure in the study be used to fill in a thatched cottage?

Xiaohunhou!

It's a waste of resources, you're going to be punished by God, and you're struck by lightning!

No wonder when Emperor Taizu established the court, he gave them the title of "Huanghou" of the Chu family. It was true at all, and his eyes were as sharp as a torch!

Jia Sheng became more and more angry and cursed without any scruples in his heart.

Looking around, there was no one in the cottage.

Under his strong anger, he suddenly felt "evil thoughts" in his heart, and he secretly hid two pieces of paper in his arms, wanting to take them home to write a beautiful article and try the freshness.

Anyway, these papers are all used in thatched cottages, so it is normal to have a few pieces of paper missing! Who can count them carefully?

After Jia Sheng went to the toilet, he then sucked a clean toilet chip on the wall and poked his butt.

"Hiss~!"

It hurts!

Hemorrhoids are in trouble again.

Jia Sheng was grinning.

Suddenly, I saw the stack of paper next to me, and I couldn't help but be stunned... A more terrifying and ashamed thought could not be suppressed from arise in his mind.

Stupid, I'm so stupid!

real!

There is clearly a lot of new paper in this thatched cottage in the small bamboo forest, all of which are from Xiao Hunhou.

Why save paper for Xiao Hunhou?

Didn’t Xiao Hunhou say that these papers are used to go to the thatched cottage?

Then I, Jia Sheng, will use it to go to the thatched cottage to meet your requirements!

A new piece of paper with twenty-month copper coins, hum, I will use one... no, two! It makes you Xiaohunhou feel so distressed!

Cool!

So comfortable!

It turns out that it doesn’t hurt at all and feels so comfortable. No wonder the court issued an order to ban old paper from wiping filth... It must be someone who has tried it a long time ago, and is afraid that people will become addicted.

I, Jia Sheng, have never lived so well in my life.

Xiao Hunhou really knows enjoyment. No wonder he insists on putting paper in the thatched cottage. It is indeed the most enjoyable little marquis in the world.

ah!

Sin, sin!

Two pieces of paper costing twenty cents a piece were squandered just by rubbing it lightly, and the meal money for three or four days was spent.

Confucius forgives his sins, but those who are close to Mo are black. Jia is actually polluted by the extravagant trend of Xiaohunhou.

When you go home, you must immediately write the sages of sages on paper to redeem this sin.

Mr. Jia was having a headache and was happy while using paper.

When he goes back, he has to criticize the Li students, neighbors on Changle Street, and scholars from Jinling City for his dandy and debauchery, and he must stop the spread of this unhealthy trend.

He carried his pants out of the cottage, and had long lost his previous indignation. He felt refreshed and proud after revenge. He was extremely comfortable and comfortable.

Jia Sheng hummed a small country song and left with his hands on his back.

The three servants outside the cottage widened their eyes and hurried to check whether there were fewer papers in the hunchback. They found that there were four pieces of paper, but there were only two discarded papers on the ground.

Two pictures are missing!

It must have been stolen by Jia Sheng!

The three servants couldn't help but look at each other.

Is it considered stealing paper for literati?

They wanted to chase, but they were hesitant to chase.

Jia Sheng is not a servant. He is a private school teacher in Prince Ping's Mansion and is very respected by the prince.

Manager Qian was also polite in front of Jia Sheng and never neglected. Even if he told the second wife, he would not ask Mr. Jia for these two pieces of paper back.

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Chapter completed!
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