Madam Xuanyuan smiled and said, "Do not hurry, let's first agree on the pricing of the paper."
Ruo Xuan nodded her little head, "That's right, we haven't set a price yet. The paper from our workshop can't be priced like those outside, it's too expensive, and not many people can afford it. In the past, my brothers wouldn't dare to use paper for their writing practice because it was so costly—they would either practice on a sand table or dip their brushes in water to write on the tabletop."
The elder Madam Xuanyuan felt a pang in her heart, gently stroked the snow-white paper in her hand, and said softly, "Then, Xuanbao, what do you think would be an appropriate price for this paper per sheet in silver?"
Ruo Shui was also deeply moved, as many students from poor families worry over the cost of a single sheet of paper, after all, he himself had worried about the same thing.
