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Listening to Fan Sizhen proudly said: "This is just a small amount of money, after earning this head, my brother will write another seventy or eighty times, which can't be sold at sea, you have to carefully revise it, make a treasure print, and then auction it all privately, the one with the highest price will get it, whoever wants to see the end first, who wants to see whether the girl is married to Bao Erye, you have to take out the silver obediently first." ”

Fan Xian twisted his ears and scolded: "Duo girl and Bao Er Ye have a fart relationship! You kid hasn't even read a book, so you want to sell it!"

Fan Sizhen said aggrievedly: "The one you bought on the street yesterday, I asked my sister to see it after returning home, but it was just ...... After reading dozens of words, I felt bored, so I was sleepy. "This young master of Fanfu, who is bent on money, really doesn't understand why those women in Kyoto like crazy to like this tasteless thing.

"Yes, I don't fight you for this. Fan Xian said helplessly: "It's just that these affairs are complicated, you are a small child, and you want to go to school, where will you have the time to do this, let's wait a few years to talk about it." ”

"A few years later, the safflower is cold. Fan Sizhen screamed in surprise.

"Then what should I do? After all, you are a disciple of the Fan Mansion, if you really show up to do business, how can you hide it from Aunt Liu and your father? Beware of them tearing your skin. ”

Fan Sizhen said in great pain: "Yes, so I decided to borrow a shopkeeper from Qingyutang, and I had to hide behind the scenes." ”

Fan Xian was really surprised, in addition to being arrogant and unreasonable, the young man in front of him was so talented in business, he actually thought of the trick of a professional manager, and his heart was agitated, so he leaked the three words of Qingyutang intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing that the little guy had made up his mind, he sighed, took out the silver tickets he had accumulated over the years from his arms, and his sister was filial to her, handed it over, and told him to take his time, discuss it with the few Qingke in the house first, and it is not a matter of raising those people without it.

Fan Sizhen counted with a smile, and found that this brother was quite rich, plus the ones he saved, the first start-up capital should be about the same.

Fan Xian didn't say anything else, but reminded carefully: "If you want to go up to the upper level and suppress the lower class good people, in addition to relying on the name of your father, you have to allow others some benefits." ”

"What are you talking about, brother?" Fan Sizhen said viciously: "Bribes are naturally given, if you become a big official in the future, there will always be a rì for them to spit it back." ”

Fan Xian almost collapsed, hurriedly pushed the door and left, and felt that the silver banknotes also had a different fragrance, and now he knew that the smell of copper was really fragrant.

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It was just noon, and the sun was blazing, and the trees on both sides of the road were so dizzy that they hung limply, unable to give the poor pedestrians some comfort or shelter.

Fan Xian took a bowl of sour plum soup on the side of the road and sipped it in small sips, he knew that drinking too fast would not quench his thirst, and his stomach would not be able to stand it. He listened to the noise of "know, know" on the tree next to him, and wondered, how many months has it been?

The Qing Temple in the distance looks particularly solemn under the sun, and some of the original beauty and clear air are all dried, and the round eaves of the black sè reflect the sun, and the picture is very sacred.

Today's Qing Temple is more lively than yesterday, from time to time people go in to worship and pray for blessings, Fan Xian is a little curious, why was it so deserted when he went there yesterday? He naturally didn't know that when the noble man stole half of the road yesterday, there were already guards on both sides of the road, and the reason why he was able to Shi Shiran walked to the door and confronted the master was all dependent on someone's secret connivance.

Wuzhu is indeed very conniving with him, conniving at him drinking, conniving at him to be blind, even if he wants to go to the temple to have a look, Wuzhu can even shoot so many guards for such a small problem.

Fan Xian didn't know how big a basket he actually messed with yesterday, so he sat on the bench and drank sour plum soup all day, stilting Erlang's legs, waiting for the girl.

In a room very close to the Qing Temple, the sunlight could not penetrate into the house, so it seemed a little dark and cool. Gong Dian sat coldly on the chair, conditioning his internal breath and getting himself into the best state.

He was on duty late last night, but he didn't go back to his house early this morning, but came to Qingmiao again. Because he thought about it, he always felt that the appearance of the young man yesterday was a little strange, and those little cubs under him were knocked unconscious by the grandmaster-level master at the same time, and what kind of relationship existed between that young man entering the Qing Temple?

I don't know why, Gong Dian always feels that the young man will definitely come here again today, maybe the peerless master who doesn't know his appearance will also come here.

It's a master's instinct, and while not necessarily accurate, it's worth the gamble. But the damned Eunuch Hong didn't trust his judgment at all, and just investigated inside the guards, so he had to come alone.

Gong Dian sat quietly in the room, looking through the extremely narrow gap under the window, and looked coldly at the door of the Qing Temple.

Outside, Fan Xian finally couldn't stand the exposure of the sun and drank it all in one gulp...... Tang, unbuttoned the two cloth buttons on the placket, stuck out his tongue and walked towards Qingmiao.

Fan Xian's footsteps are getting closer and closer to Qingmiao.

Gong Dian seemed to hear something, and frowned slightly.

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Under the full sun, Fan Xian's feet felt a little hot when they landed on the bluestone slab, and he seemed to hate this feeling a little, so he took his feet back.

Then he fastened the cloth buckle on his chest, turned around with a smile, returned to the stall selling sour plum soup and asked for another bowl, and then drank it slowly, and then walked leisurely away from Qingmiao, until he got into the carriage waiting at the entrance of the street, and then he exhaled and shouted, "Go home quickly!"

Fujikokyo glanced at him curiously, and found that the eldest young master did not have the slightest expression on his face.

Fan Xian sat in the carriage, turned around and lifted the back curtain to look in the direction of Qingmiao, frowning, not knowing why Uncle Wuzhu would transmit the sound to let him leave, let alone who was waiting for him there.

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Gong Dian looked at the front of him with a cold face, and when he heard the footsteps in his ears, he was about to get up, but he felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, and his neck was cold.

In the twilight season, the weather is hotter than the summer, but Gong Dian drops a drop of cold sweat.

His hands rested steadily on his knees, his nails trimmed properly, and the simple but sharp knife was placed three inches in front of his hand.

However, he did not dare to draw his sword.

Because he could feel that the person behind him was stronger and faster than himself.

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