After escaping from famine, the evil stepmother was pampered by the villain Zaizai Tuan

Chen Sheng waved his hand to his servants to get the Xiang Fei bamboo.

He said to Liu Yong, "I ordered someone to cut off a section this morning."

"It's almost as long as a bamboo flute. Is it suitable for use?"

Liu Yong stood up and said, "Just making a pen is enough."

He said, took two steps forward and presented the drawing to Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng unfolded the drawings and looked at them carefully.

He was curious about hard pens, not just because of Jiang Xiaohua.

There are also factors of his own preference.

Chen Sheng looked at the drawings, sometimes frowning, sometimes nodding, "I see, that's it."

"This design is really wonderful."

He raised his eyes and looked at Liu Yong, "I thought the hard pen was a big deal?"

"It's nothing more than the shape of a thin stick, making it easier to write on."

"Such as paint powder, charcoal pencils, etc. on the market."

"Now that I have seen this drawing, I realize that there is something clever about it. I was just thinking too narrowly."

Liu Yong smiled and said, "It's not that you are narrow-minded."

"My mother originally thought of painting this."

"She also said that it is not yet known whether it can be made and whether the effect will be as she wishes."

Jiang Xiaohua often walks outside recently.

Whenever the children are not in school, she will take Liu Yong with her.

And Liu Yong lived up to his expectations. He made great progress in dealing with others, advancing and retreating with etiquette, observing words and expressions, arithmetic and accounting, etc.

However, Liu Yong was sincere when talking to Chen Sheng, and he did not learn the habit of pretending to be a snake at all.

This is extremely valuable.

Chen Sheng looked at Liu Yong and praised him, "You are more calm than the last time we met."

Liu Yong joked to himself, "My mother sent me to the academy to be taught by Master Ouyang."

"If I live longer and go back, I will really be sorry to so many people."

Chen Sheng nodded, "You are very sensible."

He looked at Liu Guang, Liu Ming, and Xiao Miaomiao again, and asked them in turn what their names were, what they liked, etc.

With the elder brother setting the example in front of me, the three little kids all answered questions fluently without any stage fright.

Although Zhao Jiabao and Lin Fuding were not formally invited.

Chen Sheng didn't treat them favorably. He asked a few common questions with a smile, and they were considered acquaintances.

Everyone was talking and laughing.

The servant came with a tray, on which was a piece of Xiangfei bamboo.

There are also servants holding carving knives, grinding stones, grinding wheels and other tools, which are placed on the long table near the window.

From the moment the children saw the section of bamboo, their eyes were fixed on it.

It turns out that this is Xiangfei Bamboo, and indeed it has spots of dark purple, like traces of blood and tears.

Chen Sheng smiled and asked Liu Yong's brothers and sisters, "When do you plan to take action?"

Liu Yong said, "Of course, the faster, the better."

"If it's convenient, I'd like to start now."

Of course Chen Sheng agreed.

Originally, the purpose of everyone gathering here today was to make a pen from Xiangfei bamboo.

"Go ahead and use whatever tools you want."

"If it's not enough, just tell me and I'll let them look for it."

Liu Yong thanked him but stood still.

Because before he picked up the bamboo, he had to clear both money and goods.

Liu Yong asked seriously, "May I ask Mr. Chen, how much is this piece of Xiangfei bamboo worth?"

Chen Sheng was stunned and subconsciously glanced at Chen Dawei first.

He had specifically told his nephew before that as long as he could see the process of making a hard pen, the bamboo would be given as a gift.

Chen Dawei said helplessly, "I told them what Uncle Eighth said, but..."

Liu Yong said, "Mr. Chen, don't blame Dawei. He has informed us of your kindness."

"But Xiang Fei Zhuben is sir's favorite thing."

"Sir, if you are willing to give up your love, it is already a great kindness."

"It would be shameless of us to take your stuff for free again."

Liu Guang didn't need his eldest brother's hint, and grinned, "Besides, this is a gift we want to give to our mother."

"If we all rely on Mr. Chen, how can we show our true intentions!"

These words were all discussed by them yesterday.

The rejection was reasonable and not harsh, nor would it offend Chen Sheng's face.

After hearing this, Chen Sheng no longer insisted on giving it away for free.

But he was in a dilemma as to what price to pay.

Chen Dawei was also prepared. He leaned into Chen Sheng's ear and whispered a few words:

"Uncle Eighth, we originally asked Old Master Ouyang for advice on what materials are suitable for hard pens."

"The old master casually mentioned the price of Xiangfei bamboo. A piccolo made of Xiangfei bamboo costs almost three thousand."

Chen Sheng understood and thought about it, it turned out that these little guys had discussed everything.

So he said, "It's just a piece of broken bamboo that has not been polished."

"How about just eighteen hundred dollars?"

Since the children insist on spending money on it, he must respect it.

So a compromise price is the most suitable.

The four little cubs of the Liu family looked at each other with surprised smiles.

The money they saved was exactly 1,900 fen. They bought bamboo and still had 100 fen left.

Everyone took out the coins from their schoolbags.

It formed a small mountain on the tea table.

Liu Yong said a little embarrassedly, "We didn't string the coins together."

"I have to ask Mr. Chen to figure it out clearly."

Chen Sheng will also treat serious children seriously.

He called a servant and ordered him to count the copper coins clearly in public.

Eighteen hundred articles, no more, no less.

In this way, even if the money and goods were gone, Liu Yong began to make hard pens with confidence.

Outside the East Market, Li Yuanzhi stayed in the shop for half a day.

He doesn't seem to have to do physical work, but the miscellaneous things add up to a lot.

The wooden partitions were not made exactly according to the drawings, and one of the floor tiles was installed incorrectly.

Li Yuanzhi had to communicate with the foreman again.

Finally it was agreed to redo it, and he had to choose the materials himself and keep an eye on the construction.

Afraid of workers making mistakes again.

After going on for a while, I discovered that the nails I bought earlier were wrong.

Li Yuanzhi didn't want to slow down the construction progress, so he had to go and change it himself.

It wasn't until around noon, when the workers were going to take a break and eat, that Li Yuanzhi could take a breather.

He went out and looked at the sesame cake stall opposite, "Boss, two sesame and salt sesame cakes."

The boss smiled and agreed, and while busy baking the pancakes, he said, "This pot will be ready soon."

"Please wait a moment, sir."

Li Yuanzhi nodded and looked at the store next to him.

Is this the juggling dance studio Jiang Xiaohua mentioned?

There are still barriers around it, so you can't see what's going on inside.

Li Yuanzhi thought that the boss selling sesame cakes might know something about the situation.

He asked casually, "I remember that construction of this store started a long time ago, why hasn't it opened yet?"

The boss said casually, "Hey, we're still talking about opening."

"Every morning when I go out to the stall, I can see them moving in and out."

"Bundles of wood were brought in, and baskets of wood were brought out."

"It hasn't stopped yet, and I don't know what I'm busy with."