A breakfast, including the bowl of noodles, cost a total of twenty-seven cents.??
Zhu Pingan paid the bill, patted his warm belly, and left the sesame seed breakfast shop. The waiter who was busy outside the shop helping to bake the sesame cakes saw Zhu Pingan walk out of the shop after finishing the meal, and shouted to him, "Sir, please take your time, I love eating."
, come back tomorrow."
"You can have this." Zhu Pingan replied with a smile and walked into the lively street.
"This guest officer speaks a little strangely." The shop clerk rubbed his forehead and felt a little confused about Zhu Ping'an's 21st-century colloquialisms.
After leaving the store, we walked straight along the street in front of the store for more than ten minutes, turned left onto the avenue, passed two alleys, and arrived at West Chang'an Street.
As soon as you enter West Chang'an Street, you can see the towering Yan Mansion, high walls and vermilion gates from a distance.
Yes
Zhu Pingan came to pay homage to Yan Song today.
Whether it was the advice of the old lady of Linhuai Marquis, the hints of his master Xu Jie, or the suggestions of Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen, it was inevitable to pay homage to Yan Song.
Although he was confident of solving the current problem, if a single visit would resolve the matter, Zhu Pingan would not refuse.
There was a lot of traffic in front of the Yan Mansion, and there was an endless stream of people coming to post messages and give gifts.
Zhu Pingan came earlier and was at the front of the queue, carrying a bag of tea. He was in sharp contrast to the people in front and behind who were generous with money and gifts, and attracted many side glances, but Zhu Pingan was calm and composed.
"Hi, is this your first time here?" A fat official behind him pushed Zhu Pingan's lower back with the fan in his hand, and asked with a sense of superiority with his teeth bared.
You come a lot.
However, there is nothing to be proud of!
Zhu Ping'an looked back and nodded slightly. Although it was not the first time for him to come to Yan's Mansion, if it was to pay him a visit, it should still be his first time.
"Hey, don't you understand? When you come to pay homage to Mr. Yange, you have to buy a fan first. Fan, do you understand?" The fat official shook the fan in his paws and gave some knowledgeable guidance.
"Fan?" Zhu Ping'an looked at the fan in the fat official's hand and looked confused. Does paying a visit to Yan Song have something to do with buying a fan? I haven't heard that Yan Song has a hobby of collecting fans?
"Have you seen the clue?" Looking at Zhu Pingan's confused expression, the fat-headed and big-eared official felt quite happy. He opened his fan and waved it in front of Zhu Pingan in a showy manner, as if he was showing off his medal.
Zhu Pingan shook his head. He couldn't see any clue at all. It was just an ordinary fan. The fan bones were not made of precious wood, and the fan surface was just ordinary satin.
"You are really a newborn calf. Look here, do you see this stamp?" The fat official unfolded his fan, stretched out his chubby paws, and pointed at an inconspicuous small stamp in the lower right corner of the fan.
Under the fat man's guidance, Zhu Ping'an discovered this small stamp. It was a red stamp with the four words "He Nian Study Room" on it. If you don't look carefully, you can easily miss this small stamp.
Seeing the four words "He Nian Study", Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think of the "Xi He Nian Tang" pharmacy in Caishikou. I wonder what the connection is between the two? It always seemed like there was some connection.
"Come here." The fat official waved to Zhu Pingan and motioned for Zhu Pingan to come over.
The fat man was so mysterious that Zhu Ping'an became very curious and followed the fat man's instructions.
"Let me tell you, this fan is not an ordinary fan. This is the fan from the 'He Nian Study' opened by Mr. He Nian." The fat official approached Zhu Ping'an mysteriously and exaggerated in his ear.
said.
"'He Nian Study'? What the hell?" Zhu Ping'an still didn't quite understand.
Rotten wood cannot be carved! A wall of dung cannot be built!
"Are you really not understanding or are you pretending not to understand? You have come to visit Yan Mansion and you don't even understand this?" The fat official rolled his eyes and looked at Zhu Ping'an, which was roughly the same.
"Senior, please give me some advice." Zhu Pingan humbly asked for advice.
Zhu Pingan's attitude greatly satisfied Fatty's vanity. After Zhu Pingan asked for advice, Fatty immediately revealed the secret like a teacher.
"Do you know who the chief steward of the Yan Mansion is? He is the owner of the 'He Nian Study', Mr. He Nian." When the fat official mentioned Mr. He Nian, his fat face was full of respect.'
Mr. Henian, these four words were spoken by the fat official with his body bowed and his hands folded.
Then, from the fat official's mouth, Zhu Ping'an pieced together an unspoken rule in front of the Yan Mansion.
The chief steward of the Yan Mansion is Yan Nian, whose nickname is "He Nian". He opened a small pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop "He Nian Study" on this street, which is at the end of West Chang'an Street.
It is inconspicuous, covering an area of only about 20 to 30 meters. If you don't have an acquaintance to introduce it, you may not be able to find this study.
It doesn't take up much space and the interior decoration is simple.
However, this is a shop that makes a lot of money every day.
Buying a fan is an unspoken rule of paying homage to Yan's house. That is to say, before you come to pay homage to Yan's house, you must first come to this store to buy a fan, and then bring the fan to pay homage. People who bring fans to pay homage will receive preferential treatment.
"How much does it cost?"
After hearing what the fat official said, Zhu Pingan asked curiously.
"How much?" The fat man grinned sarcastically as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"priceless."
After laughing sarcastically, the fat official replied seriously.
"Priceless?" Zhu Ping'an was stunned. He really doubted his IQ. Why are there so many truths in it?
"Yes, it is priceless. It has no price. Each fan is not marked with a price. The buyer sets the price. You can pay as much as you think it is worth. The clerk in the study does not care about you. However, you pay
After paying the money, the clerk in the study will write down the price on your name card and then forward it to the Yan Mansion." The fat man said with joy.
Depend on!
He Nian Study is doing this, who dares to pay less? How can you get into Yan Mansion if you pay less?
The chief butler of the Yan Mansion is quite good at collecting money, and he has a good brain, and he actually came up with such an idea.
"Do you know how much I paid for this fan?" The fat official shook the fan in his hand again and asked quite proudly.
"How much?" Zhu Pingan asked
"Guess what." The fat official said in a conceited way.
Zhu Ping'an stretched out three fingers tentatively, looked at the fat official, thought for a while, then stretched out the two curled fingers, and finally stretched out a hand.
"Okay, little brother, you still have wisdom. You guessed it right away. Yes, I spent five hundred taels on this fan." The fat official patted Zhu Pingan's shoulder and said with appreciation.
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Cough cough cough
Zhu Pingan couldn't help coughing after hearing this, looking like he was constipated.
Okay, you sister, Hui Gen is so stupid, who guessed it all at once?!
What I just guessed is that fifty taels of silver is good for this broken fan. If we look at the actual price, one tael of silver can buy ten of them. For five hundred taels of silver, this is a premium of five thousand times! (To be continued)