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Wen Jiangliu, the head catcher of Dajie Town, walked into a paper-making shop after patrolling the streets for a week. Yan Xichun, the shopkeeper of the paper shop, is a young man in his early twenties. He is taking a nap on the counter with his chin in one hand. Wen Jiangliu walked up and knocked on his table with the hilt of his sword. The shopkeeper tilted his hand and hit his head on the table, waking up. Wen Jiang Liuxiao asked him how he dozed off while doing business in broad daylight. Yan Xichun wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and smiled sheepishly: "Cousin." He yawned widely, "The recent business... Ha... Is very good. I stayed up late to tie a lot of goods, so I was sleepy during the day..." Wen Jiangliu frowned, how good could a paper goods business be? Yan Xichun took out a paper cornucopia from under the cabinet: "Many people have died of illness in the city recently. Some people from well-off families ordered hundreds of paper figures and horses from me, and even the money was almost sold out."
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