Rise From the Humble

The 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 store helping to make sesame seed cakes saw Zhu Ping'an walking out of the store after finishing his meal, and shouted to see him off, "Sir, please go slowly, if you like to eat, come back tomorrow."

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

"This guest officer's speech is a bit weird." The shop clerk rubbed his forehead, feeling a little confused about Zhu Ping'an's spoken language with the color of the 21st century.

After leaving 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 Avenue.

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 visit Yan Song today.

Whether it was the advice from the old lady of Linhuai Marquis, the hint from the master Xu Jie, or the suggestions from Zhang Siwei and Wang Shizhen, it was inevitable to pay homage to Yan Song.

Although he was sure of solving the current problem, Zhu Pingan would not refuse if he paid a visit to the memorial 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 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.

Well

You come a lot.

However, what is there to be proud of!

Zhu Pingan glanced back and nodded slightly. Although it was not the first time for him to visit the Yan Mansion, it should be the first time for him to pay a visit.

"Hey, you don't understand. When you come to pay homage to Mr. Yan Ge, 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 Pingan glanced at the fan in the fat official's hand, with a confused look on his face. 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?

"Have you seen the clue?" Looking at Zhu Pingan's confused expression, the fat-headed and big-eared official was happy with a sense of superiority. He opened his fan and waved it in front of Zhu Pingan in a showy way, 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 guidance of the fat man, 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 words "He Nian Study", Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but think 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.

The fat man was so mysterious, which made Zhu Ping'an's curiosity soar, and listened to what the fat man said.

"Let me tell you, this fan is not an ordinary fan. This is the fan from the 'Henian Study' opened by Mr. Henian." The fat official approached Zhu Pingan 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 crushed!

"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 Pingan, which was roughly the same as this.

"Senior, please advise me." Zhu Pingan humbly asked for advice.

Zhu Ping'an's attitude greatly satisfied Fatty's vanity. After Zhu Ping'an asked for advice, Fatty immediately figured out 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 the Yan Mansion is Yan Nian, whose name is "Nian of the Crane". He opened a small pen, ink, paper and inkstone shop "He Nian Study" at the end of this street, that is, at the end of West Chang'an Street. The study is very inconspicuous, covering an area of ​​only about 20 to 30 meters. If you don't, you may not be able to find this study.

It doesn't take up much space, and the decoration inside is simple.

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

Buying a fan is an unspoken rule of visiting Yan's Mansion, which means that before you come to visit Yan's Mansion, you must first come to this store to buy a fan, and then bring the fan to pay homage. Those who come to visit with fans 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 Pingan was stunned. I really doubt my IQ, why are there so many truths in this.

"Yes, it's priceless. It has no price. Each fan has no price tag. The buyer sets the price. You can pay as much as you think it's worth, and the guys in the study don't care about you. However, you pay After paying the money, the clerk in the study will write down the price on your nameplate and then forward it to the Yan Mansion." The fat man said with joy.

Depend on!

Who dares to pay less if Henian Study House does this? If you pay less, can you enter the Yan Mansion?

The chief butler of the Yan Mansion is quite good at collecting money, and he has a good brain. 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 slyly.

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. .

Cough cough cough

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help coughing after hearing this, looking like he was constipated.

Okay, you sister, Hui Gen is just a hairy person, who could guess it all at once? !

What I just guessed was fifty taels. If you look at the actual price of this broken fan, you can buy ten of it for one tael of silver. For five hundred taels of silver, this is a premium of five thousand times!