It was already midnight when Yang Fan returned to the courtyard of the ironmaking workshop. Through the moonlight, he could clearly see that the courtyard had been tidied up.
There were people on duty at the gates of the courtyard and various warehouses. When he saw Yang Fan, he bowed and saluted and called Master. Yang Fan became more and more satisfied with Zhao Fu. After having a full meal, he immediately arranged everything in order.
Three guards were arranged to stay in the concierge.
The concierge is on the east side of the gate. As soon as you enter the gate, you are faced with a screen wall. There is a door on the left, turn left and enter the front yard.
To the south of the front yard is a row of inverted houses. In the middle is a long and narrow yard, to the north is a wall. In the middle of the wall is a hanging flower door.
The wall is actually the wall of the south corridor of the inner courtyard. Entering through the hanging flower door is the inner courtyard.
There is also a door on the right side of the main door. There are houses on three sides when you enter, and a small patio in the middle. Here is the concierge. It happens that there are three people in one room. They are responsible for guarding the door.
According to the rules, the concierge is not allowed to enter the hanging flower door.
Yang Fan walked into the hanging flower door, walked along the corridor to the main room of the north house, entered the main room, and saw the lamps lit inside.
Two girls aged fourteen or fifteen were sitting on chairs, leaning on their necks with one hand, dozing off. When they heard the door knock, they got up quickly and came forward to salute.
Yang Fan didn't expect there was anyone in the room. He looked carefully and saw that although the faces of these two girls were thin, they were still delicate. Although they were not as good as Lin Yueru, they were younger.
There is no ugly girl in eighteen years. Youth is the real beauty.
Yang Fan suddenly felt that there was something strange about these two people.
"Hey, you two raise your heads," Yang Fan said in surprise.
Yang Fan was a little dazed looking at the two identical faces.
"Are you from this courtyard? What are your names?" Yang Fan asked.
"Xiangying, Xiangyi has met the master. I told him that my sister's parents were both domestic slaves who signed a death contract, and we are the slaves born in the family."
After Yang Fan was surprised, he calmed down. He had experienced too many things today, and he didn't have much thought for these two little girls.
The two sisters helped Yang Fan change his shoes and take off his coat. Yang Fan was very sleepy and was about to go to the bedroom to sleep when he found two girls following him into the bedroom.
Yang Fan said in surprise: "Why don't you go to bed and follow up?"
The two girls blushed with embarrassment, and one of them, who was bolder, whispered: "General Manager Zhao asked us sisters to warm the master's bed."
Yang Fan was furious, how old is he? This old beast could do something to such a young child. He must be scolded tomorrow to stop him from doing such useless things.
I have so many secrets, and I don’t dare to let irrelevant people get so close. I don’t have anyone I completely trust around me, so it’s better to be careful in everything.
Yang Fan made up his mind that in the future no one would be allowed to enter the second hanging flower gate without his permission.
I also need to plug the second door from the inside.
"I don't need anyone to serve you here. You can go back to sleep." Yang Fan said with a straight face. "In addition, tell Manager Zhao that I won't ask anyone to enter the second door. You can live in the reverse room from now on. I won't ask you to
No access to the backyard.”
The two women bowed their heads in response, turned around and left the door.
Yang Fan saw through the thin translucent window paper that he saw two little girls with their heads lowered and fear on their faces. He went to the east wing and carried his quilt to the front room.
He seemed a little uneasy, not knowing what he did wrong to make the master angry.
Yang Fan sat on the bed, looking dimly at the moon in the sky through the thin window paper, and sighed, not knowing how to go back.
When Yang Fan's mind was empty, wisps of moonlight began to loom towards the ring surface again. Yang Fan subconsciously touched the ring surface with his fingers and murmured: "How to open it?"
Suddenly, there was a confusion of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and a door of light opened in front of him.
Yang Fan stood up all of a sudden, how did he open it, and what did I do just now. He recalled carefully, step by step, yes, he touched the surface of the ring with his right index finger, and then thought "open" in his mind.
Yang Fan touched the ring surface with his hand and thought "close it" in his mind.
The light door disappeared instantly.
Yang Fan was overjoyed and finally found a way to open the light door.
He continued the experiment, touched the ring surface, and thought in his mind, "Go back."
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Fan suddenly found that he was back at the construction site, the place where he disappeared, and the original coordinates he returned to were the place where he left.
Then if you go back to the Ming Dynasty, will the coordinates be that bedroom?
Yang Fan looked at the Ming Dynasty clothes he was wearing, touched the ring face, and thought again, "Go back."
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Fan returned to the bedroom again.
It’s done, damn, stop playing, pack up your things and run away, go back to modern times, no longer need to worry.
No, since I can leave at any time, why should I be afraid of danger? If there is any danger, I can just disappear.
I figured it out, wouldn't it be fun to travel between the two sides? You can stay wherever you want.
That's it, but I need to go back and take a look first. I'll sell a set of armor to get some money.
Yang Fan quickly found his old-fashioned camouflage uniform and found that it had been washed clean by the twins. He put on his clothes anxiously, folded up a set of Eight Banners armor, packed it into a big bag, and carried it on his back.
Start the ring.
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Fan returned to the construction site.
Look at the sky, the time on both sides is synchronized, it is midnight here, the fifteenth moon is big and round, and the fifteenth full moon is on both sides.
Yang Fan hurriedly walked out of the construction site with a big bag on his back. It was hard to tell if he was regarded as a thief.
I hailed a taxi on the road and got into the car.
"Where are we going?" the driver, an old man, asked casually.
"Go to Chaoyang and find a cheap hotel."
"Okay, let's go"
Yang Fan leaned back on the back seat with his whole body relaxed. It felt so good to be back, and he was indescribably relaxed.
Looking at the imperial capital at midnight through the car window, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the streets are deserted, and occasionally there are vehicles passing by quickly, making rustling sounds.
It's great to be back.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of a hotel. Yang Fan took a look, Yoshi Hotel.
"It's clean here and it's cheap. It's less than three hundred yuan a day. Do you think it's okay?"
Yang Fan made an OK gesture and got out of the car with his things.
Yang Fan went through the check-in procedures and paid a ten-day deposit.
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Yang Fan lay sprawled on the big bed, with his shoes on, his eyelids as heavy as lead, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.
This was the first time I had a solid sleep after traveling through time.
When I woke up, it was already past ten o'clock the next morning.
Stretch out, it's so comfortable.
The breakfast provided by the hotel was past its time, so Yang Fan simply stopped eating.
I picked up my baggage and took my room card with me, left the hotel, took a taxi and went straight to the largest Baoli Auction Company in the Imperial Capital, and perhaps the largest in the country.
Yang Fan walked into the lobby on the first floor of Baoli Building with an anxious mood.
The five-story hollow hall has expensive stone floors and marble pillars that can be seen. There are well-dressed business people in suits and leather shoes walking in the hall. The ladies also have exquisite makeup, wearing designer dresses and carrying expensive bags.
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Yang Fan had never been to such a high-end place in his life. He left the countryside and went to work on the construction site. Although he was in the same city, it seemed like two worlds.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Yang Fan turned around and saw a beautiful woman with exquisite makeup and a gray suit asking herself.
He has a name tag on his chest. He should be the front desk staff of the building. Seeing that he is in a daze here, he came over to ask about the situation.
"I, I have some antiques that I would like to have appraised. If possible, I would like to hand them over to your Baoli Auction House for auction."
"Baoli Auction House is on the tenth floor. You need to make an appointment with them before you can go in. Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I came directly," Yang Fan said awkwardly.
"Then I'm very sorry. Without their people to take you in, you won't be able to pass the turnstile."
"I don't have their contact number. Can you do me a favor and give me their contact information?"
"Sorry, I can't help you"
At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties, accompanied by a female secretary carrying a document bag, had just come down from the elevator. He happened to see the furoshiki that Yang Fan was carrying. He stared at it and looked at it carefully.
"Mr. Guan, the car is waiting outside."
"No rush, let's go take a look first."
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