Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

The civil servants touched the newly arrived books, smelling the fragrance of paper and ink, and couldn't put it down.

"Fang Xiang, Fang Xiang, where did you get this paper? It's so white and flawless!" an official asked.

Fang Xuanling has actually seen these papers, because all His Majesty's papers in the Manlu Palace are like this.

"I only know that this piece of paper is extremely precious. I have only seen it in the Manna Palace. It should be unique to His Majesty." Fang Xuanling thought.

"Here, can the Prime Minister ask His Majesty for some? This paper is great." All the officials begged.

Fang Xuanling hurriedly said: "Don't you think I want it? Your Majesty won't ask for it, so how can a minister ask for it? Do you still need the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers?"

Wei Zheng spoke at this time: "Who sent this book? We can follow the clues and maybe buy some."

Fang Xuanling slapped his thigh! "Yeah, why didn't I think of that! Let's go! Let me buy paper."

When we arrived at Zhuangzi, an official asked in confusion: "Prime Minister, aren't you buying paper? Why are we here at Duke E's Zhuangzi?"

Fang Xuanling signaled him to shut up and called a group of farmers to stop. He cupped his hands and said, "Brothers, do you know if there is a place selling paper in this village?"

Several farmers saw that these people were wearing brocade robes and fine clothes and they were polite and handed them over: "You're welcome, sir. No matter what we buy in this village, we always go to the small shops in the village. You guys are new here. I I’ll take you there.”

Fang Xuanling was delighted: "Will I disturb your work?"

The farmer waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, just come with me."

When they arrived at the small shop in the village, Fang Xuanling and other officials were stunned.

"This, this, this? This is a small shop? This door is bigger than my Zhongshu Provincial Yamen! What do you call this small shop?" Fang Xuanling pointed at the door and said.

The farmer scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, at first this small shop was just a small shop. Later, it gradually contracted the business of house construction, cement, masonry, papermaking, printing, glass, wine making, and soap. I had to build more and more. The bigger it gets, the bigger it gets repaired. The young master said that it's still too small for him, so he probably needs to repair it. Okay, I've brought it to you too, and I'm going to work."

All the officials saluted him and watched him leave.

When they arrived at the place and saw such a majestic momentum, all the officials retreated.

"Fang Xiang, why don't you forget about it? Yellow rice paper and rice paper are also good for use. Why don't we withdraw?"

Fang Xuanling brought out China's biggest killer: "You're already here, why don't you take a look?" Fang Xuanling walked into the shop cautiously.

"Welcome, Made in Datang. What do you want to buy?"

Fang Xuanling was suddenly startled, "Ah ah ah, I just want to buy some paper."

The waiter guided him to a table nearby and sat down. When he saw him wearing a rich robe, he found another shopping guide.

"What type of paper should I buy?" the shopping guide asked patiently.

Fang Xuanling looked confused. What other types of paper could there be? "What are the types of this? I can refer to it for reference."

The shopping guide said in a sweet voice: "Hello sir, our store has toilet paper, drawing paper, cardboard, ordinary writing paper, and makeup remover paper. These papers are all made by our company, Datang Royal Paper."

Fang Xuanling had no choice but to come in. With so many pieces of paper, which one should he use?

Fang Xuanling wiped the sweat from his head: "How can I sell this ordinary writing paper?"

The shopping guide had a professional smile on his face: "Hello sir, the price of a ton of ordinary writing paper is 46 sticks, and a thousand pencils are given as a gift per ton."

"How many pieces of paper are in this ton? This old man doesn't understand very well."

The shopping guide still wore a professional smile: "Hello sir, one ton of ordinary writing paper is about 22 sheets. For the price of five sheets of paper, we also give away 48 pencils per ton."

Fang Xuanling's CPU was about to boil: "Why don't I buy so many of these? Why don't I buy [-] of them first to try?"

The shopping guide stopped smiling: "Zhang Ergou! Why are you bringing me here if you're not a big customer? Come here!"

The waiter from before hurried over: "I see that each of them looks like a dog in their clothes. I think I can buy them in bulk, my dear sister."

The waiter sent the shopping guide away and asked, "Sir, do you only want [-] pieces of ordinary writing paper? You don't need to come in for this. Just tell me and bring it over for trading."

Fang Xuanling also looked embarrassed.

"Twenty thousand, five for one penny, four thousand dollars. The guest officer may have made a mistake in his calculations. If there is no mistake, take the voucher to the front desk to pay the fee, and I will get the paper for you."

Fang Xuanling paid the fee in a daze, and the waiter pushed a small cart with forty packages of paper neatly stacked on it.

All the officials waiting outside were impatient and wanted to rush in to save people. They saw Fang Xuanling coming out, followed by a waiter pushing a cart.

"Will you take these papers yourself or should I deliver them to your house?"

Fang Xuanling said quickly: "Just leave it here and we can carry it away in one package, so I won't bother you."

At this time, a farmer came over and said, "Ergou, you're here by chance. Come and bring me two bags of toilet paper. I've finished using it at home." He threw a money bag to the waiter.

The waiter apologized and went inside to get some paper.

"Brother, what is this toilet paper?" Fang Xuanling didn't understand and quickly found someone who understood to ask.

The farmer said angrily: "What is that? What is that? You are wiping your butt! What? I'm going to die. Don't talk to me. Ouch, my head is showing. Ergou! Ergou! Why aren't you here yet?"

Seeing Ergou coming out with two bundles of paper, the farmer took the paper and ran away without a trace.

The waiter smiled and scolded: "This old cucumber, I don't know how to prepare more toilet paper at home, I can't help but worry about you."

The officials understood that the people in this village were actually wiping their butts with paper.

Immediately, some officials were filled with righteous indignation: "I am a scholar! Paper is a sacred object, how can I use it to do such filthy things! I want to impeach him, I must impeach him! I want students all over the world to despise him!"

Zhang Ergou took out toilet paper from his pocket and quickly stuffed it into the official's mouth.

"Why is this paper so soft?"

Zhang Ergou said angrily: "How can you wipe your butt if you are not soft? The eyes of your butt are not worn out yet. The young master said that paper sorting is a good thing that benefits the people of the Tang Dynasty. It is not the turn of others to make irresponsible remarks. If someone makes irresponsible remarks, wipe his butt with toilet paper."

Fang Xuanling heard that the waiter was scolding the official's buttocks, and she burst into laughter at that time: "Hahahaha, you waiter, you waiter are really interesting! Yes, yes, yes, wipe his butt. Just wipe his ass."

Zhang Ergou said angrily: "You are dressed like humans and dogs, and you only buy forty packs of paper. Our elementary school students in Zhuangzi have to buy a hundred packs of paper in a month. I don't know what you are doing." Why did you buy it, to offer it as an offering?"

Fang Xuanling also looked embarrassed after hearing this.