Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 605 Crane Year Study Room

  One breakfast, including the bowl of noodles, cost a total of 27 Wen.

  Zhu Ping'an paid the bill, patted his warm stomach, and left the sesame seed breakfast shop. The store clerk who was busy outside the store helping to make sesame seed cakes saw Zhu Pingan walk out of the store after eating, and yelled to see him off, "Master, go slowly, I like to eat, come back tomorrow."

   "You can have this." Zhu Pingan replied with a smile, and walked into the busy street.

   "This guest officer's speech is a bit weird." The shop clerk rubbed his forehead, and was a little confused by Zhu Pingan's spoken language with the color of the 21st century.

  Out of the store, walk straight along the street in front of the store for more than ten minutes, turn left into the avenue, and pass through two alleys to reach West Chang'an Street.

  As soon as you enter West Chang'an Avenue, you can see the majestic Yan Mansion from a distance, with high walls and vermilion gates

Yes

  Zhu Ping'an came to pay homage to Yan Song today.

  Whether it is the exhortation of the old lady Linhuai Hou, or the hint of Xu Jie, the teacher, or the suggestion of Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen, it is inevitable to visit Yan Song.

  Although he was sure of solving the current problem, Zhu Pingan would not refuse if he could pay the memorial just once.

  In front of the gate of Yan Mansion, there was a lot of traffic, and there was an endless stream of people who came to post and give gifts.

  Zhu Ping'an came earlier, was at the front of the line, and carried a bag of tea, which was in stark contrast to the people who were generously gifted before and after.

   "Hi, is this your first time here?" A fat official behind him pushed Zhu Ping'an's back with a fan and asked with a sense of superiority, baring his teeth.

Uh

  You come a lot.

  However, what is there to be proud of!

  Zhu Ping'an glanced back and nodded slightly. Although it wasn't the first time he came to Yan's Mansion, it should be the first time if he paid a visit.

   "Hey, I don't understand, you come to pay homage to Mr. Yan Ge, you have to buy a fan first, fan, understand?" The fat-headed and big-eared official shook the fan in his fat paw, and pointed out quite knowledgeably.

   "Fan?" Zhu Pingan looked at the fan in the fat official's hand with a confused expression. Does paying homage to Yan Song have anything to do with buying a fan? I haven't heard that Yan Song has a hobby of collecting fans?

   "Did you see the way?" Seeing Zhu Ping'an's bewildered expression, the fat-headed and big-eared official felt a sense of superiority.

  Zhu Ping'an shook his head, not seeing any tricks at all, isn't it just an ordinary fan, the fan bones are not expensive wood, and the fan surface is just ordinary satin.

   "You are really a newborn calf, look here, this stamp, have you seen it?" The fat official opened his fan, stretched out his chubby paws, and pointed to an inconspicuous little stamp in the lower right corner of the fan.

  Under the guidance of the fat man, Zhu Pingan discovered this small stamp, a red stamp, with four words "He Nian Study" on the stamp. It is easy to miss this small stamp if you don't look carefully.

  Seeing the words "He Nian Study", Zhu Ping'an couldn't help thinking of the "Xi He Nian Tang" pharmacy at Caishikou. I don't know what is the connection between the two? It always feels like there is some connection.

   "Come here." The fat official with big ears waved to Zhu Ping'an, motioning for Zhu Ping'an to come over.

   Fatty was so mysterious, Zhu Ping'an's curiosity was soared, and he listened to what the fatty said.

"Let me tell you, this fan is not an ordinary fan. It is a fan from the 'He Nian Study' opened by Mr. He Nian." The fat official with big ears approached Zhu Pingan mysteriously and exaggerated Said.

   "'He Nian Study'? What the hell?" Zhu Ping'an still didn't quite understand.

   Dead wood cannot be carved! A wall of dung cannot be crushed!

   "Do you really don't understand or pretend you don't understand? You have come to visit the 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 advise me." Zhu Pingan humbly asked for advice.

  Zhu Ping'an's attitude greatly satisfied the fat man's vanity. After Zhu Ping'an asked for advice, the fat man immediately revealed the mystery of it as 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. He Nian' These four words were said by the fat official, bowing his body and arching his hands.

   Then, from the mouth of the fat official, Zhu Pingan pieced together an unspoken rule in front of the Yan Mansion.

  The chief steward of Yan's mansion is Yan Nian, whose name is "Nian of the Crane". On this street, at the end of West Chang'an Street, he opened a small pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop "He Nian Study". If you don't, you may not be able to find this study.

   It does not occupy a large area, and the interior decoration is also simple.

  However, this is a shop that is making money every day.

  Buying a fan is the unspoken rule of paying homage to the Yan Mansion, that is to say, before you come to pay homage to the Yan Mansion, you must first come to this shop to buy a fan, and then come to pay homage with the fan. Those who come to visit with fans will receive preferential treatment.

   "How much is a handful?"

  After listening to the fatty official, Zhu Pingan asked curiously.

   "How much?" The fat man grinned mockingly as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

   "Priceless."

   After mocking and laughing, the fat official replied seriously.

   "Priceless?" Zhu Ping'an was stunned. I really doubt IQ, why are there so many Taoisms here.

"Yes, it is priceless. It has no price. There is no price marked on each fan. The price is set by the buyer. You can pay as much as you think it is worth. The staff in the study don't care about you. However, you pay After paying the money, the clerk in the study will mark the price on your name post, and then hand it over to the Yan Mansion." The fat man said happily.

Depend on!

  He Nian Study does this, who dares to pay less. If you pay less, can you enter the Yan Mansion?

  The head butler of the Yan Mansion is very good at collecting money, and he is smart enough to come up with such an idea.

   "Do you know how much I paid for this fan?" The fat official asked proudly, shaking the fan in his hand again.

   "How much?" Zhu Ping'an asked

   "Guess what." The fat official said slyly.

  Zhu Pingan 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, there is still wisdom. You guessed it right away. Yes, I spent five hundred taels for this fan." The fat official patted Zhu Ping'an on the shoulder and said appreciatively .

   cough cough cough

  Zhu Ping'an couldn't help coughing when he heard the words, with a constipated look on his face.

   OK, your sister, Huigen is a hair, who guessed it all at once? !

  I just guessed fifty taels, okay? In terms of the actual price of this broken fan, one tael of silver can buy ten pieces, okay? Five hundred taels of silver is a five thousand times premium!

  (end of this chapter)