Ji Wei pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll go out in the afternoon, you can rest at home." After that, he ran out again in a hurry.

The four main streets of Changliu Town, east, west, north and south are criss-crossed. The east and west streets are crowded with stalls sooner or later. In addition to many small restaurants, there are bookstores, pawnshops and so on. A few days ago, Ji Weihuo was a jade bracelet, which was the South Street.

The original owner didn't come to South Street very often, and based on his impression, he found a four-treasure shop in the study room. After entering, he was immediately attracted by the many paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. The shopkeeper, who was waiting behind the counter to prepare dishes, saw Ji Wei and was delighted, "Yo, what kind of wind is blowing today, it even brought Uncle Ji here, the shop is full of brilliance!"

Ji Wei pretended not to hear the sarcasm in his words, and turned around in the store, "Shopkeeper, how much is a set of four treasures of the study?"

"Do you want to buy it?" The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, then immediately added, "A set of four treasures of the study is one tael of silver, and a medium-"

Ji Wei interrupted him impatiently, "How much is the cheapest set?"

The shopkeeper didn't dare to say more, and immediately took a few things from the shelf and put them on the counter, "Uncle Ji, this set is the best and cheapest four treasures of the study that our shop sells, two hundred cents, can't be less. "

A stack of paper, about thirty or fifty sheets at a rough glance, the paper is thin, but still smooth. The brush is an ordinary sheep's brush, and it feels a little thorny to the touch. As for the ink and inkstone, the quality is ordinary, but it is cheaper.

He took out the money bag from his pocket, counted 150 coins and patted it on the counter. In the spirit of bargaining, he stared straight at the shopkeeper, hoping that he could lower the price, and said a bit rogue: " I only have so much, the shopkeeper can sell it."

The shopkeeper had heard of Ji Wei's notoriety, and when he saw his actions, his face turned pale with fright. He only hoped that the god of plague would leave his shop quickly, how could he dare to say anything, and nodded again and again: "Uncle Ji wants to buy it, of course it is That's enough, I'll wrap it up for you right away." After he finished speaking, he drew a rope from under the cabinet, packed all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone and handed it to Ji Wei, and he was greatly relieved after he followed him and sent him out the door.

Next to the Four Treasures Shop in the study room is a bookstore, where many students are picking books on the shelves. Those who knew Ji Wei, when they saw him walking in, seemed to smell a stench, they retreated and avoided, and soon with Ji Wei as the center, a small no-man's land was formed in the narrow bookstore.

Ji Weiquan didn't see it, because of limited funds, he picked up the "Analects of Confucius" and "Book of Songs" and left South Street after paying the bill, and went back to Ji's hut humming a little tune.

It took him nearly two hundred pennies to go out this time in less than half an hour. Ji Wei sat on the stool and sighed while researching ink, "It's really easy to spend money, but it's hard to make money."

Liu Yimian couldn't help comforting: "Brother Ji, you are so capable, you will definitely make a lot of money."

Ji Wei smiled bitterly, "I don't know if I can do it, you have more confidence than me."

Of course, for the concept of big money, the two have slightly different perceptions.

After the ink was ground, Ji Wei spread out a piece of paper on the round table, dipped the ink in the sheep's pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

Baojianfeng emerges from sharpening

The font is strong and powerful, and has some merits.

This is Ji Wei's motto.

He was born into a Chinese pastry family. When he was young, his father forced him to practice calligraphy for an hour every morning in order to temper his playful temperament. It was Liu Ti who came to him. At first, it was to deal with his father. Later, when he went abroad to study art, whenever he encountered difficulties or was irritable, he would write a few copybooks to sharpen his mood.

Ji Wei looked slightly satisfied with the words he just wrote, then pushed the piece of paper away and spread it again. This time, however, it was not writing, but sketching patterns on paper.

It started out as a boxy line, but soon, as Ji Wei swam around, there was a square base, an arc-shaped dome with an opening on the front, and something peculiar in shape appeared on the paper.

Then Ji Wei wrote cement, bricks, bottles, straw, sand in the blank space next to it, took another piece of paper, wrote down the production process in his memory in detail, and double-checked it many times before he finally felt relieved. tone.

Thanks to Ji Wei's good questioning, he asked them about the production principle with the help of a middle-aged white couple's home, otherwise he would really be smeared in his eyes, and he would never want to make pastry again.

Liu Yimian watched Ji Wei's drawing and writing. Although she was puzzled, she saw Ji Wei's tired face, so she didn't ask any more questions. She turned around and went to the kitchen to boil a basin of hot water, and came in with a towel to wash his face.

...

Zhao Hu came back from West Street, threw away the empty basket, drank the herbal tea prepared on the table, and shouted loudly, "Mother, I'm back."

Not long after, Aunt Zhou came out of the kitchen and said happily, "All sold out?"

Zhao Hu nodded.

He goes up the mountain every morning to pick fresh mushrooms, and sells them on West Street at noon. Sometimes the business is good enough to sell out, but if it is not sold out, it is brought back to improve the food at home. Luckily today, a young lady bought all the remaining wild hawthorn and said she was going home to make hawthorn cake.

Aunt Zhou praised Zhao Hu a few words, and suddenly remembered that the kid from the Ji family next door seemed to be selling cakes on the street, and asked Zhao Hu a little curiously. When she mentioned this, Zhao Hu couldn't help but be amazed.

"If he hadn't beaten Bun Xishi in the street today, I would have thought that he had a new core inside." Zhao Hu's words aroused Aunt Zhou's curiosity, and shot him several times to make him quickly say, "I'm here. When he was on West Street, he sold out long ago. I heard that business was not good in the morning, and people came to ask from time to time. He was arguing with Baozi Xi Shi, and he said something..."

After all, Zhao Hu is an honest person. He was too embarrassed to say something, so he scratched the back of his head and smiled at Aunt Zhou.

"You stinky boy, what do you have to be ashamed of with your mother, tell me quickly!" Aunt Zhou smirked and pinched Zhao Hu's ear.

Zhao Hu rubbed his ears a few times and muttered, "Bun Xishi is a girl after all. Ji Wei said that he had an affair with her, and it would not be good for her reputation..."