Jian'er scratched her head. To be honest, there was no problem with going evenly, because the harvest was pretty good, but she didn't want to say that the old man's appetite was really big.

Although I got a lot of floral paper this time, I can't stand it. It has many types, such as color, true color, complete thickness, such as the ball of dragon patterns, the dragon-singing pictures, the four gentlemen in the flowers, the golden landscape pictures... It can be said that there are all kinds of floral paper patterns, and it can be said that it has all the patterns of floral papers. The most rare thing is that they are made extremely exquisitely and preserved very well. When you look at it, it is really like the new paper made in large quantities of computers in modern factories.

Especially Jian'er noticed those dragon-patterned flower papers. The dragon-shaped painting was a five-clawed golden dragon. What does this mean? This shows that these flower papers are definitely royal papers, and are exclusively for the emperor!

Why do you say that? You should know that during the feudal period, the number of claws of the dragon claws could not be randomly painted. During the Zhou Dynasty, there was a saying that "five claws are the emperor, four claws, and three claws are the doctors". The saying that "five claws are the dragon, and four claws are the python" was formed in the Qing Dynasty. It was mainly used as the difference in patterns on the clothes of emperors and subordinates. The emperor wore "dragon robes", and other royal families and subordinates wore "python robes". Although this is just a difference in name, in terms of the form of dragons, both dragons and pythons are four-legged snakes, and there is no difference in shape. But the more claws and less claws represent completely different. At that time, you had a try to draw one or two more on the dragon claws, which was definitely a crime of beheading.

If she was not mistaken, this batch of paper should have been secretly left by the craftsman who made the royal paper at that time, otherwise the colors would not be so complete. However, later, I did not dare to take action. This hidden thing has reached today. Jian'er smelled a faint herb fragrance on the white paper between these flower papers. Such paper should be particularly smoked, with insect-proof and moisture-proof effects, and can protect this flower paper from damage, so these flower papers can be preserved so well.

Jian'er had also rummaged through the dates of these old newspapers before, and it was almost the same as the birthday of this newspaper. Moreover, the issue numbers of these newspapers are still connected, so Jian'er inferred that the original owner of these newspapers should be an old intellectual, because only such people have the habit of subscribing to newspapers.

These floral papers should have been found by an old intellectual from the descendants of the craftsman, and the old intellectual kept them carefully. However, it may be that he died suddenly or did not inform his descendants that he had hidden such a batch of treasures, when he cleaned up the old man's relics, the descendants thought that this was just a pile of old newspapers, and directly sold them as waste paper, but they turned out to be cheaper.

Another reason Jian Er made this inference was that the few pieces of flower paper with ink treasures were intercepted. If this paper was just intercepted by craftsmen, not to mention that the craftsman might not even know the words in his social status at that time, let alone writing it himself. Besides, the purpose of the craftsman's intercepting craftsman's flower paper was nothing more than selling it. How could he sell the flower paper with words written? So he would definitely not be worth using these precious flower papers. It can be seen from this that the few pieces of flower papers with words written should have been collected by this old intellectual later.

But no matter what, there is no doubt about the preciousness of these scattered papers, but Mr. Song is good. He wants to bite off a large piece of her when he touches her mouth. This person is just a joke. To put it nicely, there is only one piece, which looks easy to talk about, and only one piece, not many! But you should know that some scattered papers with patterns, such as the exquisite scattered papers, are only two pieces in total, and some of them are even single items. Do you think this old man has a big appetite? So no wonder it has attracted protest from others. If Jian'er really agreed, it is probably the amount she agreed to take action would be in the hands of this old man.

Looking at Jian'er's face, he looked at him with a difficult look and said nothing. Who is Mr. Song? I immediately knew what Jian'er meant. He immediately changed his words: "Why don't I, an old man, take a step back. I just saw these five styles of flower paper, three styles of phoenix pattern, five styles of bat pattern, nine styles of flowers and birds, and five styles of auspicious clouds. Six styles of landscape gold drawing, how about I choose three of each style? Don't worry, if it is a single item, I will definitely not choose this shameful old man."

Jian'er's black line, okay, it turns out that I'm waiting here. It turns out that the old man said before was asking for a price, just waiting for her to pay back the money! Look, we said before that we wanted each pattern, but now we have taken such a big step back. We only choose three similar patterns, just three. What a big concession. If you still don't agree, how embarrassed we're going to give in. We've made such a big concession.

Of course, Mr. Song was also carefully observing his expression before saying that. If Jian'er intentionally moves to his offer, then needless to say, we need every pattern according to his initial requirements. If Jian'er looks embarrassed and means rejection, then we will take a step back and have the previous words as a foundation, then Jian'er's conditions for the subsequent ones should be much easier to accept.

"Mr. Song, you are careful. You have figured out the patterns of these. I just don't know which patterns have you counted each of them." With a smile on his face, Jian'er teased Mr. Song.

Knowing that his little thoughts had been revealed by Jian'er, Mr. Song blushed, but then he had a tamper on his neck. What's the shame? As long as you can get the things, please do you care about the process. What's the point? This is called strategy. Do you know the strategy?

So Mr. Song raised his head: "Well, there are two ball dragon pictures, two phoenix patterns, five bat pictures, two butterfly play with peonies, three magpies climbing branches, two magpies four gentlemen pictures, two juvenile patterns, five auspicious cloud patterns, three juvenile patterns, three juvenile patterns, three juvenile patterns, and three juvenile patterns in each. The most regrettable landscape gold drawing is very exquisite, but basically there are only one juvenile patterns in each, and only two more juveniles," said Mr. Song, shook his head and sighed, "We just remember so much. Alas, old, and this memory is much worse."

"Mr. Song, you are okay!" Jian'er raised a thumb with a black look on his face. Jian'er understood the subtext of this sentence. He was telling Jian'er that this string was the goal he wanted to start. Jian'er had a new understanding of the shamefulness of this person. "I guess your next sentence is to tell him that you should face it here."

Her face was not flushed or breathless, and Mr. Song responded: "My girl is really kind and understanding!"

"Tough-skinned!" Jian'er didn't say anything. Boss Zhen, who was beside him, said justice, which attracted everyone present to help.

"Praise!" Old Master Song replied with two words proudly, without any sign of shyness.

"We are not praising you!" Jian'er is fighting with this old man.

"It's okay! Let's just think you are in me." Old Master Song raised his head proudly and smiled with a look of no gratitude on his face.

"..." Jian'er was speechless. Sure enough, if a shameless person is invincible, the world will be invincible.

"How is it, are you going to be? Let me give you a happy word." Seeing Jian'er's appearance, Mr. Song became even more proud.

OK! We don't know you well. But... Jian'er suddenly smirked: "Okay, except for single items, so what if you choose one, but no matter the thickness, the total number can't exceed twenty pieces," said Jian'er, after pausing for a moment, "There is another point, that is, I have to choose this paper, and I will only choose the worst one to take."

"Okay, no problem!" Mr. Song responded readily, as if he was afraid that Jian'er would regret it. Hey, twenty pieces are not small. This is much better than what he expected. So what if you choose the worst one? This batch of floral paper is preserved quite well, so the one with the worst one is not much worse. If you want to buy it outside, you can't buy it, so what if you choose the worst one.

"There is another point," Jian'er's eyes bent and threw a sentence at the others, "If you want, your quota will be within these twenty pieces. You can allocate yourself, and I will take twenty pieces anyway, not one more." The little devil in Jian'er's heart was laughing, hey, hey, what if you want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, how can you not pay a price?

"Girl Jian'er, your conscience is very bad." Looking at the few people rubbing their fists, Old Master Song's face collapsed and he screamed as he imitated the people of J.

I knew this girl was not so easy to bully. Sure enough, this guy was waiting here. If all the twenty pieces of flower paper fell into his hands, the amount would be good, but if it was divided with everyone, it would be obviously insufficient.

"My conscience is not broken," Jian'er pretended to be serious and said, "Although our conscience is not broken, we just forgot it at home by accident."

"Come on, just these few. Anyway, the price is as stated before. You can just go to my account after you have agreed on the money. You can just do the rest." As Jian'er quickly sorted out the things as Mr. Song asked, then pushed forward, "It's all that."

"Old Song (Grandpa Song), let's talk." Everyone spoke in unison.

All of a sudden, Mr. Song was surrounded by several people. What else can I do? What else can I do? Isn't this a battle against the flower paper? Alas, I really don't know. After the war is over, this old man doesn't know how many red flower papers can be saved and watch the fun. This time we will watch the fun! Jian'er thought irresponsibly and secretly laughed at the reactions of the people in front of him.

It's lively now, and the things are limited. Everyone here is really a good choice. Since they are spent in the antique industry all year round, no matter who they are, there are one or two elders or friends who love calligraphy and painting. Such fine paper is a very good choice whether it is for your own use or given to others, so no one wants to give up.

After a long time, everyone finally finished the stolen goods. Mr. Song looked at the rest of the people with a sad face and left him one by one from the flower paper that should have belonged to him. Every time the missing piece of Mr. Song felt like he was biting his flesh, and he felt sorry...

Zhao Jing and Xiao Meimei also "snatched" two pieces of floral paper she liked from Mr. Song. She planned to give the paper to her grandfather. I believe that he would be happy at that time. When Zhao Jing thought of this, she couldn't help but be happy. Well, she decided that after the "Ghost Market" was disbanded tonight, she would go back to her grandfather's house and try to send this exquisite floral paper to him as soon as possible.

He looked at Jian'er gratefully. No matter what, if this person hadn't agreed to give up some of the flower paper, how could she have gotten the best of her? In a good mood, this person's affection for Jian'er would have been running upwards. It's a pity that the rest of the flower paper will not be sold. This paper really does not disappoint his name as the "Paper King". If this person is willing to take action, she will have as much as she takes action.

Thinking about this, Zhao Jing's little eyes couldn't help but scan Jian'er's remaining flower paper, fantasizing that it would be great if all of them belonged to her.

"Suspicious? Guanyi Taoist, who is this person?" When Zhao Jing and Xiao Meimei glanced at a circle of landscape and flower papers with words written on them, she asked strangely, "This word is pretty good."

"What? Guanyi Taoist?!" When the old man Song, who was holding the remaining flower paper, his ears suddenly stood up when he heard this. He didn't care about the pain of the flower paper that had been "robbed" away, and asked hurriedly, "Mistress Zhao Family, what did you say just now?"

"I said who Guanyi Taoist is? It seems that his handwriting is pretty good." Although Zhao Jing can't write with a brush, the quality of the handwriting can still be seen. At least in her eyes, this word makes her feel very comfortable. Well, I just don't know who the person who wrote this word is. Otherwise, let my grandfather find out if he has the word "this person" and let him practice the font of this person. This word is much better than the character that Mr. Song used to model her before. If you practice such a word, then I believe that I will definitely not be so reluctant to write a brush.

"No, Guanyi Taoist..., hey, it's true, it's true." An excited voice sounded, and everyone surrounded him again, and suddenly squeezed Zhao Jing and Jian'er into the outer circle.

"What, there is no gentlemanly demeanor! Don't you know the principle of women's priority?" Zhao Jing's eyes twitched, and pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered in a low voice. Then the next second he threw this thought behind his head and squeezed it up. We also wanted to watch.

"Okay, good! Good handwriting! The font has a harmonious characteristic and elegant temperament. The calligraphy is of both size and size, and the combination of collection and release, the density is appropriate, and the vigorous and colorful are said to be a perfect combination of practicality and artisticity." Mr. Song likes it the more he reads it, and gives people the feeling that this person wants to drill into paper and study it.
Chapter completed!