Thousands of Miles

"Ximeng! Oh, isn't that Ximeng! Where have you been running all year, you little brat! Stop! Stop!" Ximeng was engrossed in hearing this, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ximeng turned around, and saw that shameless stepfather again, who was about to escape, but was grabbed by him: "Where are you going! Little brat!"

"Okay, you kid!" the stepfather scolded, "Run away when I see you! Where have you been running for more than a year! Huh? Return the 100 taels of silver that I got to my hand back to Zhang Yuanwai, you bastard!" Knife bastard! Come back with me!"

"Let go!" Ximeng pushed his hand away vigorously.

"Your mother talks about you at home every day, and you haven't gone back for a year! You have no conscience, you bastard!" Stepfather grabbed Ximeng and yelled in the street, "Everyone judges, everyone! How can you be so stupid in this world? There is such a heartless bastard! He has been raised so much! His parents don’t recognize him! He idles outside all day, and he has not returned home after running away for more than a year! Please comment!"

During the Lantern Festival, there were already a lot of people watching the excitement on the street. When the stepfather yelled, a dense crowd immediately surrounded him, pointing at Ximeng and his stepfather.

"It's too outrageous."

"Yeah, it's shameful for such a small child not to go home for a year."

"Look at how anxious his father is, tsk tsk tsk, disobedient."

"..."

Ximeng felt uncomfortable being poked by a group of passers-by, but he was not good at speaking and arguing, so he shook off his stepfather's hand with all his strength, and was about to run out of the crowd.

"Oh, you child, go back with your father." A few good people grabbed Ximeng and pushed him back to his stepfather, "Your father is in a hurry, he is really ignorant."

"Yes, go back quickly."

"Little bastard, you still run away! Go back!" The stepfather quickly reached out to grab Ximeng, and held him firmly in his hand.

Surrounded by a group of people, it was not easy to escape, so Ximeng had to be dragged away by him for the time being.Seeing that Ximeng went back with his stepfather, everyone dispersed.

Ximeng followed his stepfather for a while. He wanted to wait for him to relax his vigilance and wait for an opportunity to escape, but he didn't want him to hold him tight all the time. He thought that if he followed him, he would only sink deeper and deeper into his routine. With a twitch of his hand, he turned and ran.

"Oh, you bastard, you're still running!" The stepfather quickly reached out to grab Ximeng's belt, and pulled it hard with his hand, tearing his belt away.

Ximeng only wanted to run fast, but his stepfather loosened his belt, he quickly stretched out his hand to pull the belt, and ran towards the crowd without stopping, and disappeared in the crowd in a flash.

"Hmph! You run really fast! Don't run into me again!" The stepfather snorted bitterly, looked down and saw a fan dropped on the ground, and hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

This fan should be pinned to Ximeng's waist. He accidentally dropped it when he loosened his belt just now. When his stepfather opened it, he saw that it was a painting with a dozen or so cranes on it, and it was still golden under the light. Sparkling.

Not interested in the paintings on the fan, but interested in the glittering gold on it, the stepfather stretched out his fingers and used his fingernails to pick at the gold sprinkles on the fan, muttering: "This can't be made of gold. Right? Take it to the pawnshop tomorrow and have a look, and use it as some money."

pawn shop the next day

"Do you want this fan?" The pawnshop clerk took the fan in his hand and looked at it carefully, and said to Ximeng's stepfather, "I don't have the final say on how much this thing is worth. I'll go to the back hall and ask our boss." .”

"Okay, go quickly." The stepfather was delighted in his heart, and asked the boss specifically, it seems that this fan is quite valuable.

The clerk hurried to the back hall, presented the fan to the boss and said, "Just now a poor man came to make this fan. The villain saw that the material of this fan is very high-quality. It is not like other people's things. I want to ask the boss to have a look. Let's see how to handle this."

"Business people, don't keep calling them poor and poor, you want to call me poor too!" The boss scolded, "Bring me that fan."

"Hey." The man handed the fan to the boss, "Boss, please take a look."

"Yeah." The boss took the fan, weighed it just now, and hurriedly looked at the bone, and immediately looked up in surprise, and asked the waiter, "Do you know what kind of wood this bone is?"

"Hey, how do villains know this kind of wood." The buddy said thoughtfully, "But I think it's quite heavy, and it's really bright."

"How do you know? Of course you don't know this wood." The boss sighed, "I have only seen this kind of wood once before, and this is the second time. When I was young, a carpenter came to my house to carve windows. A thin piece was inlaid on it, the black and translucent... like the stars in the sky, he said that such a thin piece is already very precious to use. It is said that this kind of wood is called gloomy wood, which feels extremely heavy and can withstand water. Floating, with a luster as bright as lacquer, it is the best wood. A tael of gloomy wood is a tael of gold, and I guess there are not many in the capital who can afford to use this kind of wood to make fan bones."

"It's so powerful." The clerk looked enviously at the fan in the owner's hand, "It couldn't have been stolen by that poor... that customer."

"Let me take a look at this fan." The boss opened the fan and touched the fan in amazement, "Oh, the material, the workmanship, it's just like those used in the palace... Oh! Could this really be something from the palace? Bar!"

"Boss, how could a poor man have such a good thing? Maybe that person stole it." The man whispered, "It's better to have one more thing than one less thing. It's bad if there is any lawsuit, don't take this Business is good."

"Yes, yes, yes." The boss closed the fan, and touched and touched it very reluctantly, "It's really a good fan, alas. What a pity."

"Boss, the villain has a way, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Oh?" asked the boss, "what can I do?"

"Boss, doesn't the owner of the Li Ji pawn shop next door think he is well-informed and always competes with us for business?" The waiter said, "Why don't you let this customer go to Li Ji's pawn shop to be this fan... that Li When the boss sees such a good thing, he will definitely keep it for himself. Then we will report it to him. In this way, hehehe... If he can't explain the origin of this expensive fan of unknown origin, his pawnshop It's game over!"

"Okay, good idea." The boss nodded with a smile, "Finally I didn't use you in vain. Let's do it like this!"

The clerk quickly took the fan, returned to the front desk and handed it back to Ximeng's stepfather, saying: "Our boss said this fan is too valuable, and we can't afford that much money at the moment..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You don't need to give a lot, just give it a few dozen taels." With the knowledge of Ximeng's stepfather, thinking about a few dozen taels of silver is already a sky-high price, and picking up dozens of taels of silver for nothing is not worth it. Counting the loss, he waved his hand generously and said, "I am waiting for the money to be used urgently, so give me less."

"Our boss never deceives people." The man laughed, "If I don't give you less today, our pawnshop's reputation will be bad in the future. What our boss means is that you can go to the Liji pawnshop next door to our pawn shop. Their family has a big business, so they can give you a good price."

"Eh? Alright." Ximeng's stepfather happily took the fan and went to Li Ji's pawn shop next door.

The shopkeeper of Li Ji Pawnshop is a person who has seen the world. When he received such a fan, he felt that the material of this workmanship, even if it was not a palace item, at least it was from a princely family. It was not something that ordinary poor people could have. Careless, quickly sent someone to quietly report to the official.

"Why is your boss so slow?" Ximeng's stepfather waited in front of the hall for a long time. Seeing that the boss took away his fan for so long without paying him, he suspected that he was trying to embezzle his treasure, so he grabbed him. The pawn shop clerk asked, "What the hell is going on? You won't want anything from me!"

"What happened?" The clerk laughed quickly, "We are a decent store, so our boss probably took it to the government for an appraisal later. Just wait a little longer, I'll make you a cup of tea, you sit down and wait."

"Hmph." Ximeng's stepfather let go of his hand angrily, but he was secretly agitated.Who would have thought that the fan that fell from Lin Ximeng's body would be so good, worthy of so many people looking at it again and again?

In order to stabilize the situation, the clerk hurriedly made a cup of tea for Ximeng's stepfather, took out a few trays of refreshments, and asked him to sit down and wait slowly.

Seeing the opportunity to eat and drink for free, people who like to be greedy for petty gains will not let it go.Ximeng's stepfather sat down and ate melon seeds and drank tea.

"Where is He Sanri? Which one is He Sanri?"

Ximeng's stepfather was drinking tea when someone called his name aggressively outside the door, so he slapped his butt and stood up, shouting arrogantly: "Master, I am He Sanri! Why are you looking for Mr. Ye!" "

"He Sanri, you are suspected of stealing items from the palace, Mr. Fu Yin Bao asked you to go there for questioning!" Several people who looked like they were on official business rushed into the pawnshop and immediately surrounded He Sanri in the center.

"I'm wronged! I'm wronged!" Seeing that it was someone from the government, He Sanri was so frightened that he pissed off and lay on the ground, "I'm wronged! I'm a good citizen! Your government can't arrest people randomly!"