Xue Yan wasn't surprised that Jiang Yue reacted that way. In fact, he even thought it was normal.
Jiang Yue was smart, and he had seen it more than once.
"Yes." Xue Yan nodded.
Jiang Yue watched him put the small piece of ink to grind. This ink was not the ink he usually used. The ink he usually used was in another small box. This ink was also bought in town. A few days ago, Sanfu went to town to send ice to the Pei family, and he asked Sanfu to buy it for him. The quality of the ink was better than the ink he usually used, and it was made by another state government. Fortunately, they sold it in their town.
The paper and envelope he prepared were also of better quality than the ones he usually used. They were also made by other states, and were also bought by Sanfu.
Although the paper and ink they usually used were not as good as this, they were produced in the state capitals they were in.
