The person who was called Brother Wenfang was a middle-aged scribe, who looked quite elegant and looked like a child of a family.

When he approached, Ye Li faintly smelled a smell of earth.

It turned out that this Brother Wen Fang was a soil master who dug graves and dug graves, and a few years ago, he had good luck and found a big tomb, and he made a windfall, so he washed his hands. Relying on his many years of experience in dealing with antiquities, he has developed some eyesight, so he rented a house in Hangzhou, dressed up, and interacted with the people in this pawn antique shop all day long.

Brother Wen Fang took the object handed over by the shopkeeper, and after a little look, his eyes showed a different look. He looked at the object carefully for a long time, his eyes slowly became complicated, but his expression gradually dissipated, and a faint disappointment appeared.

The shopkeeper still wrapped the objects, put them on the coffee table, and said politely to the two shepherds: "The two sons, please sit down for a while, I will say a few words to this Wen Fang brother, and I will be back in a moment." ”

The shopkeeper pulled Brother Wen Fang to the corner of the side, nodded and shook his head, and glanced at the two shepherds from time to time, muttering for a long time before walking back.

"I'm taking the liberty of it. I don't know how much Childe's seal is going to offer?" The shopkeeper's face was full of courteous smiles, revealing very sincerity, but there was a trace of uneasiness suppressed under that sincerity.

"Since the shopkeeper has seen it, I guess the gentleman over there is also an expert, so he can naturally see the value of my seal. I wonder what price the shopkeeper can offer?"

"What do you say? Childe's seal says that it is worth money, and it is not worth anything if it is not valuable. ”

"Valuable is valuable, worthless is worthless, the shopkeeper said this, I was a little confused. The shepherd finished the last piece of pastry and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"This seal is one of the ten seals of Qianshan, it is the peerless work of Mr. Qianshan, this small seal, I am afraid that the value is above 20,000 taels of silver. Childe's seal looks like Mr. Qianshan's hand-made, but people in the world know that the ten seals of Qianshan have been collected in the Ouchi, which is the beloved thing of today's son, and has not heard of the people. Therefore, no matter who makes your seal, how authentic it is, it is just a fake. ”

"If you talk about craftsmanship alone, it can be regarded as a fine product, and it can be worth hundreds of taels of silver. Unfortunately, it is just a fake imitation of Mr. Kenshan, which is completely discounted. So in the following it is said that he is both valuable and not valuable. After the shopkeeper said this, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"But since Childe has the heart to take care of the shop, he can't let Childe go back empty-handed. This seal and ask Childe to take it back. Mr. Ming, go to the counter and take two hundred taels of silver, and write them in my name. The latter sentence was addressed to the old courtier.

The old court is quite incomprehensible, this pawnshop is unprofitable, and it will definitely not do a loss-making business. The shopkeeper is also a figure who rolls in the spirits, and now it looks like the situation is to give these two young men two hundred taels of silver for nothing, I don't know what it is? However, since the shopkeeper has stated that it is recorded in his name, it means that this account is counted on his private head, and even if the owner investigates it in the future, it will not fall on his own head.

Two hundred taels of silver were quickly placed in front of Ye Li and the others.

The shepherd was not polite, and took the silver in his arms. He picked up the seal again and looked at it, and then looked at the shopkeeper beside him. The shopkeeper smiled slightly and made a gesture of please.

The shepherd sighed softly, still putting the seal in his arms.

Ye Li's ears were slightly hot. He didn't expect that with such a simple words as shepherding sheep and the inconspicuous seal of that party, this pawnshop would actually come up with a large sum of silver. But now that you have the silver, the next thing is much easier, and I think that the silver can always board the Yin Dance girl's boat.

"The two sons, please take care of yourself, there are still some matters to discuss with this Wen Fang brother. The shopkeeper smiled and bowed his hand to the two shepherds, and went into the inner hall with the native master.

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"It's funny, it's rare to see such an interesting pawnshop. Come, I said old man, young master, I have a folding fan here, which is the handwritten letter of the previous dynasty to wish Mei Zhi to everyone, which is the beloved thing he gave to Du Xianxian girl back then, but it can be regarded as a peerless work. Now the young master, I see that your shop is pleasing to the eye, so I will count you 10,000 taels of silver and take it quickly. "It was a fat man, only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a bright smile on his fat face, which was very pleasing. A well-textured flower ball silk robe seemed to be wrapped around the body, without a trace of gaps, and there were large pieces of oil on the chest. Beside him, there was a low-eyed young man in Tsing Yi, who looked very ordinary. This is the young master of the rich family, who came out for a walk with his attendants.

The weather in early spring was warm and cold, but the young fat man was shaking a folding fan in his hand. At first glance, the fan looked like an ordinary product bought at a street stall, and the fan bones were made of new bamboo cut down in the first year. There is a bend of plum branches painted on the fan surface, dotted with three or two bones, and it is still a bit of pen power. But if you want to say that it is a handwritten letter to everyone, I am afraid that no one will believe it even if it breaks my head.

The fat man didn't care whether the old court was willing or not, so he shoved the fan into his hand. Then he sat down on an empty chair opposite Ye Li and the others, his eyes rolled up, and the momentum was not lost to the shepherd. It's obvious that you're going to sit here and wait for the money.

What kind of evil did this run into today? The old courtier's mind was a little overwhelmed. First of all, these two beggar-like poor boys took away two hundred taels of silver for no reason, and at this moment, out of nowhere, an old man in the countryside appeared out of nowhere, holding such a broken paper fan, and he wanted to be ten thousand taels of silver. If someone comes to take a piece of yellow paper and says that it is the emperor's edict, then won't our shop also have to be sent out?

"Since your store has business to the door, we won't bother", the shepherd smiled, glanced at the fat man, and said in his heart This kid is also interesting, and he is a little similar to himself.

"This son, please stay", seeing that the two shepherds were leaving, the fat body of the fat man spread on the Taishi's chair actually bounced up all of a sudden, and the fast movement seemed to have been poked under the buttocks.

"Childe is here to be something?"

"Naturally. ”

"What is Childe's being, can you take it out for me to see?"

"Oh, this young master is also interested?"

"Young master, I'm very interested. Don't worry, as long as the young master can see it, no matter if it's real or fake, I guarantee that it won't make you suffer. ”

Shepherd's eyes brightened more and more, and his smile grew, "I don't know what the young master is doing here?"

"When you come to a pawnshop, you naturally do something. ”

"Why be a thing. ”

"Of course, there is a shortage of silver. ”

Shepherd smiled and looked at the silver in his arms, and then looked at the paper fan in the old court's hand, "It seems that I am no longer short of silver, and it seems that your things have not been taken out yet, young master." So I don't need to sell anything now, and, it seems, you can't afford it either. Young Master, do you think that's the truth?"

The fat man was stunned and smiled bitterly, "You seem to have a point." ”

"Goodbye, then. Shepherd didn't wait for the fat man to answer, so he walked out of the door with Ye Li, leaving only a proud back.

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No matter how good the old court's concentration is, when he sees this inexplicable thing, he can't help but feel nameless. An expressionless old face became rare and vivid, and threw the folding fan in his hand in front of the fat man, "Where did you come from, you don't have a long-eyed thing, and you don't see what kind of place this is, you dare to come and mess around, why don't you hurry up and get out with your broken fan." ”

Bullying the soft and fearing the hard is a consistent style, the two guys saw that Ming Lao Chaofeng was furious, and naturally cooperated with him to become vicious, staring at the fat man with unkind eyes, and looking like he was going to fight if he didn't agree with him.

The fat man seemed to be frightened by this action, and his fat body shrank back into the chair. The little guy in Tsing Yi was even less timid, and when he saw that his master was intimidated, he not only didn't dare to stand up, but hung his head lower.

"They're all here to be things. They will go out with the money, but I will be banished, and it seems that your shop is not very particular. It's all my father's fault, what do you say you must find Ruyidang, here is the most childish and undeceived, and now it seems that it is not necessarily. The fat man said with some grievances: "Besides, my fan, I don't want you more than 10,000 taels." ”

The old Chaofeng was angry and funny, "Go and go, just your broken fan, you can buy a bunch of silver for three taels of silver." ”

The fat man picked up the paper fan from the ground, took it in his hand and looked at it several times, and his expression was suspicious, "But when I went out, my father said that when the silver is spent, take this fan to the pawnshop, at least 10,000 taels." This is my father's original words, that is, 10,000 taels, and I don't want you a penny. Does my dad dare to lie to me?"

"Didn't you look away? Why don't you let your shopkeeper come out and take a look?" It seems that the fat man is still very unwilling.

The Ming Dynasty was furious, and he has been in the industry for decades, and now he is a well-known figure in this industry. This kid is so lazy, he is clearly trying to humiliate himself, I'm afraid that some of his fellow enemies deliberately came to make trouble. So he snorted twice and whispered to the fellow, "Drag it out and eat some flesh and skin, so that he will know that this is not a place to play."

"By the way, this shopkeeper, come and see if my fan is worth 10,000 taels?"

After the pawnshop shopkeeper and Tufuzi finished speaking, they were coming out of the inner hall, and the expression on their faces was very solemn. Suddenly hearing this shout, and seeing the fat man again, he suddenly opened his mouth in shock, and the expression on his face became very strange, and instantly turned into three points of joy, mixed with seven points of unease.

Brother Wen Fang glanced at the hall, although he didn't know when it happened, he was no longer interested in staying, just bowed his hand to the shopkeeper, and left in a hurry.

"Fan?" The shopkeeper looked at the paper fan in the fat man's hand and smiled bitterly: "Since you said it was worth 10,000 taels, it would definitely not be worth only 9,999 taels." ”

The old Chaofeng on the side widened his eyes, and the two guys who were about to do it almost stared out of their eyes. Just now I gave away 200 taels for nothing, and now this broken paper fan is going to be exchanged for 10,000 taels.

"It's not a loss to be the shopkeeper of a big pawnshop, and the eyesight is really different. The fat man regained his initial momentum, looking like a big horn.

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