Chapter 281: The gate of the courtyard is opened, and the people return
The three idiots who came from Yangzhou were followed by three long-shirted Qingru. The body is almost the same, very thin, and the clothes they wear are not very bright, but they are in a hurry. As soon as a few people entered Jinling, they first entered a teahouse.
"Yes. Let's speak first, if this fallen lord has no ability, the old man will not only not help him, but will also bring his students to make things difficult for him, lest he mislead people's children. β
Xingzhi didn't dare to show off in front of this old man with a slender face like a horse's face, and replied very respectfully: "If he misleads people's children, then you don't need your senior brothers to go out, you can directly smash the faΓ§ade of the academy, and then return to the mountains and forests with the teacher." As soon as he thought of his senior brothers in the mountains, he couldn't help but be afraid. If they were allowed to come out, it wouldn't be a big deal.
"Okay boy, I didn't say you." The old man on the right had a slightly round face, and he spoke in a very heavy Wu dialect. "Of all the protΓ©gΓ©s, you read the most, but you are the most restless. Several of your senior brothers are all keeping to themselves and devoting themselves to studying, just you, just listen to your father's words, and you want to come out to gain fame.
As a result, I have been sitting in the imperial tomb for 20 years, and if I hadn't come back this time, several of our old men would have thought you were dead. Our faction, if you don't do it, you have to do it best. So it's normal to be ostracized. β
The three idiots only nodded yes, "The student's appearance is also the last words of my father's deathbed, and I dare not disobey." Now disheartened, he has returned. It was the student's fault that worried a few gentlemen. β
"Alright, alright. Don't blame yourself, blame your lost dad if you want to blame. β
Xingsan is a little embarrassed, and I feel that I still blame myself for being comfortable.
"Little Er, tea!"
"Wait a minute." The bookkeeper held the abacus, looked at a few people from top to bottom, and then turned his gaze to Xingsan idiot, and said, "How many, from a foreign country?" β
Xingsan nodded and said, "Yes." β
The bookkeeper glanced at Xing Sanzhi suspiciously. Said: "Just drink tea?" Why don't you have a side dish or something? β
At this time, the junior two inside shouted dissatisfiedly: "Accounts, there is no tea!" β
Xing Sanzhi glanced at the account room.
"Got it, annoying the individual." The bookkeeper turned back. A little embarrassed, he smiled at Xingsan and said, "Wait a few longer, tea and so on." By the way, how many of them are really from outside? β
Xingsan raised his eyebrows and said, "What? The account office is too wide, right? Come on. Let's talk about it. β
The bookkeeper stopped and said with a smile: "Recently, my brain is not good, and I am always suspicious." Don't be surprised, oh, what are you asking me about? A few days ago, there was a murder under this city gate. I heard that an officer and soldier defending the city died, and Fu Yin Zheng ordered to step up the search for the murderer. Therefore, our nerves are also a little deranged, for fear that the murderer will kill us. The bookkeeper frowned, why hasn't the tea been served yet. He will do it. There are some and no, just talk about it. The key is that I'm still afraid that a table of people will be in a hurry.
"Accounts, no tea!"
Luo Fanqi's face changed, and he said angrily: "Roar, roar, roar, I know that there is no tea, so I don't want to buy it quickly." Let a few people laugh, there are a lot of things, since I forgot about the tea. β
Xingsan smiled. Please ask the three old gentlemen, who already have ugly faces, to leave quickly.
"Alas, a few guest officers, it's good to eat something and then leave." The account room has a pain in the brain, this tea. It will take a few days to arrive, and he is really anxious to die, so he reflexively said angrily: "You shout soul!" There is no tea in the teahouse, and you are still shouting so loudly, is it a shame? A little painfully took out some broken silver and said, "Go and go." Hurry up and buy some scattered ones to come back and hold on. β
Xiao Er held the silver in his arms, smiled, and said, "Isn't it that I'm afraid you won't hear it." β
"Hmph." The bookkeeper shook his sleeves and left.
Xiao Er glanced at the departing account room, took out the silver nude on his chest and wiped it, and muttered to himself: "If someone hadn't come, just a little asshole like yours who could only get in and out, and you would have to save face, I wouldn't shout louder, could I get it......"
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In Yang Fan's manor, there are also two heavyweights - the old prince and the little prince. This pair of living treasures, who had disappeared for half a month, finally returned to Jinling. Yang Fan is coming to Zhonglou to prepare for the academy, so he is naturally not in the manor. Today's Yang Fan is a three-headed run of manors, academies, and shops.
At the end of the shop, after Chen Sanxing vacated the first and second floors, Yang Fan had to make a lot of modifications, and several professional carpenter masters, according to the drawings given by Yang Fan, were there to knock and beat, and they were busy working non-stop.
When he came to Zhonglou, Yang Fan thought it was just a study building at first, but it was always more exquisite than an ordinary room. Later, he found out that he was wrong, this pavilion and pavilion gathered, in the library, some antique calligraphy and paintings, Dong Da had ordered someone to move back to the old house in Songjiang, and the books left behind were also very many, for a academy, Mr. is a wealth, and books are a wealth.
The little prince let go of Zhu Qi's hand, and after half a month, he looked more energetic, and seemed to be a little more heroic. Coming back from Longhu Mountain, Zhu Qi's face was surprisingly good, and the whole person seemed to be willing to see the sun.
The fair complexion looks a little sickly, but if you look closely, the original delicate and smooth complexion is no longer there, and the old state is gradually revealed, and when you chuckle, the wrinkles are even more obvious.
"Boy, slow down. When Mr. Rujia comes back, from the opening of the academy, you will have to study along, understand? β
The little prince's pace froze, and his face immediately became crying. If he was willing to come out with Zhu Qi, he was annoyed by the three old gentlemen in the palace. When I heard that I was going to read again soon, I was depressed. Could it be that the old gentleman couldn't see himself and ran over from Jingshi to torture himself again? He shrugged his shoulders and ran away with some concern, wandering around the manor with curiosity.
The things here are simply a fantasy manor for a little prince who grew up in the palace and is used to seeing jewels and jade. He walked into the workshop and saw jade craftsmen carving something on transparent glass bottles. This is Yang Fan asked those jade craftsmen to engrave on the bottle in an artificial way according to some festive patterns. He understands that those bastards in Jingshi will not let him make a lot of money in Jinling, and it won't be long before the storefront of Qiwuzhai will definitely come to Jinling and Yangzhou to grab business with him.
What he wants to do is to innovate and seize the market.
After looking at the carving room, the little prince ran to the next room and found that the craftsmen were drying "cloth", light and thin things. This is a plastic mulch film that Yang Fan has developed for a long time. What would it be like to be able to eat out-of-season vegetables in the harsh winter of this year?
In the entire fantasy manor, there is always something that can make the eyes of the little prince running around shine. (To be continued.) )