Lin Chuan's three people opened their mouths wide.

  Lin Yuhbin, who was standing behind Lin Qingwan, couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "heh" sound.

  The three Lin brothers came back to their senses and said sorrowfully: "Auntie, you can't monopolize the market, how are we going to make a living?"

  "Who says I want to monopolize the market?" Lin Qingyan looked at them with disdain and said, "Everyone's prices are consistent, and the quality is about the same. Of course, I won't monopolize the market. Similarly, you can't monopolize the market either."

  Still occupying the Suzhou market, now Hanmozhai has not put out grass paper. If it is put out, you see if people go to the store to buy or find their mobile stalls all over the street.

  Lin Chuan was overcome with grief and exclaimed: "Must I spend my whole life as a small peddler?"

  He had promised his cousins that they would make a fortune before the paper money came out, then rent a shop to open a bookstore, and by then their family would also rise.

  They didn't even take Hanmo Institute into consideration at all.

  Lin Yuhong saw his elder brothers so distressed, and couldn't help but say with a smile: "Elder brothers have forgotten that the Hanlin Academy is only in Suzhou, Yangzhou and Jiangdu."

  Lin Chuan didn't react in time and stared blankly at Lin Yuhong.

  Lin Yuhbin didn't think he was so stupid, couldn't help but laugh with his eyebrows and eyes curved, reminding him again: "Except for these three places, you can go to other markets to grab a share."

  Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up instantly, and he stared at Lin Qingyuan with piercing eyes, "Will that aunt compete with me?"

  "I don't plan to open more branches," Seeing the young man's eyes getting brighter, Lin Qingyan couldn't help but reveal a big smile and said: "However, at that time there will definitely be many bookstores and Lin's Bookstore buying paper from me, I won't refuse."

  Lin Chuan's smile froze, then he lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying: "This is inevitable. When my brothers learn and become masters later on, there will definitely be more people sitting at this door doing business. But I have an advantage over them because we are many steps ahead of them."

  "Big brother Da, third brother Da, let's go to Hangzhou."

  Lin and his friend were not as optimistic, they said with a shrug: "Hangzhou is so far away, our family doesn't have the money for us to travel there. Moreover, once we get there, we'll be in unfamiliar territory and won't have anyone to rely on if we're bullied."

  "How can those who achieve great things be timid and hesitant?" Lin Chuan disagreed, saying: "When our ancestors came to Suzhou, wasn't it also extremely difficult? But didn't they also establish this foundation? Moreover, we are much stronger than our ancestors. At worst, we can just go home."

  The two of them did not respond, and advised him: "Sixth brother, I think we can just carry poles and sell some in Suzhou, haven't we calculated the income before? In fact, we can also earn a lot. Even if we can't buy a shop in the end, our family's life will be much better."

  Lin nodded, "What a great opportunity! If I miss it this time, who knows when the next chance will come? Although it's a bit of an adventure, I still want to go to Hangzhou."

  Three paternal cousins quarreled and were about to break off their relationship in front of Lin Qingyuan.

  Lin Qingwan sat on the stool, propping up her chin and watching. Seeing that the three brothers were about to fight, she finally couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "I can lend you travel expenses."

  The three brothers suddenly turned their heads around with a "whoosh".

  "But you have to give me interest," Lin Qingyan added with a smile.

  The two brothers Lin dropped their shoulders and shook their heads. "We'd better not go to Hangzhou, what if we don't make any money and end up in debt?"

  Lin Chuan gritted his teeth and turned around to kneel in front of Lin Qingyu, saying: "Auntie, they won't go, I'll go alone. How much money are you willing to lend me?"

  "Lin Qing asked, 'How much money do you want?'"

  Lin Chuan scratched his head and thought for a moment: "Fifty taels?"

  "Okay!"

  Lin Chuan regretted lending less money at that time. However, since he had already spoken, he asked, "How is the interest calculated?"

  Lin Qingwan was at a loss for words, but she thought for a moment and said: "Let's calculate it by year. If you repay me in one year, I'll charge you two taels of interest. If you repay me in two years, I'll charge three taels. If you repay me in three years, I'll charge five taels. But if you still can't repay the fifty taels after three years, then don't bother repaying me. Just come to my house and work for me instead."

  Lin Chuan's eyes welled up with tears as he realized that Lin Qingyan had borrowed money solely to support him, and he was immediately filled with remorse for his earlier mistakes.

  He knocked his head on the ground and said: "Auntie, rest assured, I will not disappoint your expectations."

  Lin Qingwan looked at their carrying pole, Lin Chuan immediately said: "I'll take it back right away. The stationery store hasn't put it on the shelves yet, we definitely won't sell the grass paper first."

  "No need, it's my fault for not explaining clearly earlier. Since we've made them, let's just sell them," Lin Qingwen said: "I originally wanted to put them up on the 15th day of the first lunar month, but it seems like today is a good day too since I ran into you all when I got home. Let's just put them up today."

  Lin Qingwan winked at the three of them, "I'll send someone to inform the bookstore manager now. They will make some preparations and it won't be available until this afternoon."

  Lin Chuan and the three others were stunned for a moment before they came back to their senses, which meant that they could still gain an upper hand in the first half of the day.

  Lin Chuan immediately went to pick up his load and waved goodbye to her, "That aunt will return to the village first, we'll go into the city to take a stroll."

  Lin Zhong and his brother immediately went to pick up the load, staring at Lin Qingyu with eager eyes.

  Lin Qingwan and Lin Yuhbin couldn't help but burst out laughing as they rode their horse carriage into the village.

  The three brothers watched as the horse carriage moved away, and before it had gone far, they quickly ran towards the city gate.

  The paper was light and easy to carry, even though they were tightly bound together. A single load was also very light, so the three big men walked quickly, and in less than two minutes, they saw the North City Gate.

  Lin Zhong finally had a chance to talk to Lin Chuan, "Sixth brother, are you really going to Hangzhou?"

  Lin Chuan nodded vigorously, "I'm still young, if I don't give it a try, I won't be at peace."

  Lin Qingwan returned to the old mansion, sat down and had a cup of tea. She estimated that the three people had reached the city gate before sending someone into the city to inform the bookshop manager to prepare the grass paper for shelving.

  "There's no need for much publicity, just let someone write a notice and put it at the entrance of the store," Lin Qingyan said: "The children are not easy either, let them be happy for two days."

  "Auntie, can our family's study of literature and art compare with that of our cousins?"

  "The quality of the paper is about the same, and the price is also the same. Those who often go to the bookstore will naturally buy it at the bookstore, but those who are too lazy to go to the bookstore will naturally buy it nearby." Lin Qingwen smiled faintly: "In the future, the consumption of paper will become larger and larger, don't worry about someone snatching business."

  But in Suzhou city, it's impossible for one family to dominate the market, so Lin Chuan said that if they want to expand their business, they should leave Suzhou, otherwise what can they achieve?

  Too many people have learned the art of papermaking, and few dare to venture out like Lin Chuan. Most people gather in Suzhou, where competition is too fierce, and ambitious people can't even get a chance to show off their skills.

  At this time, Lin Chuan San and his brothers were carrying their loads on the streets of Suzhou. Their enthusiasm was instantly extinguished when they saw the crowds of people, because they opened their mouths but still couldn't shout out loud.

  Three brothers, you push me, I push you, in short, no one wants to be the first to speak up. Finally, Lin Chuan patted his thigh and said: "Let's go, we'll go to the entrance of the prefectural school."

  The prefectural school still had students in class, and the three of them held up a paper lantern at the gate. When noon arrived, the students inside came out, and from afar, they saw Lin's clansmen, but the three of them pretended not to see, their eyes scanning other students instead.

  Lin Chuan saw Lin Zhong and his brothers turn their heads away, so he could only grit his teeth and step forward to ask: "Do you gentlemen want to buy paper?"

  The person who was stopped was taken aback and subconsciously asked: "What paper?"

  "Rice paper, used for practicing calligraphy, similar to hemp paper."

  Several people were about to shake their heads and decline when Lin Chuan immediately added: "It's only eight cents a haircut."

  Several people stopped in their tracks, eyes wide open, "How much?"

  "Eight pieces of money for one knife, no cheating of old and young."

  Several people looked at Lin Chuan suspiciously, "Can that paper really write words?"

  Lin Chuan patted his chest and said: "I, a Lin family descendant, never speak falsely."

  A few people's faces slightly cleared of doubt, but still asked: "Are you from Linjiazhuang?"

  "It's right," Lin Chuan led them to the carrying pole, picked up a sheet of grass paper and showed it to them. "If you don't believe me, you can try using one. Its quality is no worse than that of hemp paper."

  The cheapest paper sold in the Hanmo Studio is twenty cents a knife, and this eight cents a knife is too cheap. Several people half-believed and half-doubted, opened their book baskets, took out their pens, dipped them in ink, and wrote.

  The ink has penetrated through the paper but the characters have taken shape. Although they are a bit scattered, judging from the quality, it is almost as good as hemp paper.

  Several people were moved, but still couldn't help asking, "Why is this grass paper so cheap?"

  Lin Chuan proudly said: "This is the result of our Lin's Bookstore craftsmen's hard work and research, because the cost is lower, we also lowered the price. Our clan elder uncle and aunt said that Lin's family has been passing down the tradition of farming and reading for generations, and it's rare to have the opportunity to do something for the students, now that we finally have this chance, we naturally don't want to raise the price again."

  Several scholars couldn't help but admire and say: "Lin's noble spirit, we are deeply grateful."

  Having said that, he took out his money and said: "Then we'll buy all these papers."

  This paper is so cheap, just buy it first.

  The students who had been watching from afar also rushed over and asked, "Brother Qian, what are you doing?"

  "Huh? Paper, is this hemp paper, but the color doesn't seem quite right..."

  Lin Chuan immediately introduced another kind of paper made from grass, and after the students took turns trying it out, the grass paper quickly replaced hemp paper in everyone's minds because it was cheaper.

  Everyone immediately took out money to buy, the first few students in front of their classmates couldn't say anything about wrapping around, they could only divide it among themselves and distribute these three bundles of paper. Each student left with a bundle of paper in their arms.

  Before leaving, they still lingered, "Is there any unsold paper in your house? We need a lot of paper for practicing calligraphy recently."

  Lin Chuan's three people felt heartache, but still shook their heads and said: "Our family doesn't have any for the time being, but you can go to Hanmo Pavilion, that is our Lin family's bookstore, there are some for sale."

  Straw needs to be soaked for about a month before making paper. When they graduated, each of them was given three portions of straw that had been soaked to different degrees, which served as both their reward and material for practice.

  Apart from this one which can be made into paper immediately, the other two need to be soaked for about three more days, so they have no materials.

  It was then that they realized how unrealistic it was to try to capture the market, as they couldn't even guarantee a continuous supply of toilet paper.

  After the crowd dispersed, the three of them finally saw their clansmen standing aside, who were aghast and asked with their mouths agape, "Lin Chuan? How did you end up selling paper here?"

  "This is the prefectural school, where there are the most students. If you don't sell it here, where will you sell it?"

  Lin You and others frowned, "Does the clan leader know about this?"

  "The clan leader doesn't know, but Auntie knows!" Lin Chuan provocatively looked at him, "What, you have an opinion?"

  When Lin Qingyan knew, Lin You stopped talking and turned around to say: "That's good, I was just worried that you would recklessly get into trouble out of ignorance."