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Chapter 52: Ginger is still old and spicy

"One hundred taels?" Yan Shifan was as stupid as a wooden chicken.

Yan Song paced back and forth for a few steps, thinking for a moment: "Why don't you have fifty taels?"

Yan Shifan shivered, but unexpectedly, he just hesitated and let his father's budget be cut in half.

"Dad, why don't you give it?"

“Not giving?”

Yan Song frowned and looked at his own son: "Heshen has given him all? How can he not give him a gift for his father?"

"How can I make this person beautiful before His Majesty?"

Yan Shifan smiled bitterly and said to himself that Dad, you and Heshen are not of the same type, and they are not taking the same style route.

Don't force yourself up.

Yan Shifan was bitter, but he still forced himself to explain: "Dad, giving gifts in the capital now is very different from before. Even if you are a gatekeeper in the gate, you will be driven out if you give someone fifty taels of silver..."

Yan Song browed and said, "It's like this?"

"That must be true, it can't be true anymore! Dad!"

Yan Shifan had a bitter face: "Fifty taels, one hundred taels of things, no matter how stupid the emperor is, he can tell that something is wrong."

"The things I gave to the adults were worth nearly 10,000 taels of silver. You turned around and gave one hundred taels. What did you think the emperor would think?"

"this……"

Yan Song hesitated a little, and thought that the same is true.

If His Majesty gets angry because of this, it would be better not to give it to him.

"Dad, even if you send that pen worth 1,000 taels of silver, you'll be more than..."

As soon as Yan Shifan was halfway through his words, he felt his father's chill gaze.

"One thousand taels! Too expensive!"

"Okay..." Yan Shifan shrank his almost non-existent neck and said helplessly: "Dad, don't give it to me."

Yan Song was still a little hesitant at first, but after just a moment, he easily convinced himself.

Finally, he didn't have to give a gift, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is to let Heshen gain glory with His Majesty, and he is really unwilling to be a father." When he thought of Heshen, Yan Song's face was not very good-looking.

Yan Shifan got the lesson he had just learned. At this moment, he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak. He just followed his father's butt and walked out honestly.

Walking out of the cellar where treasures were stored, Yan Shifan put the door and locked it. He turned his head and saw his father staring at him motionlessly.

"Dad?" Yan Shifan was almost shocked.

"Get the key." Yan Song said quietly.

"Dad!!" Yan Shifan was really shocked.

"You can't let you spend too much!"

Yan Song said in pain: "If it weren't for you, why would you hesitate to give your Majesty a gift for your father?"

Yan Shifan was speechless and thought to himself that this had nothing to do with me. Even if there are ten times more gold, silver and treasures in this cellar than now, you are still reluctant to leave them.

"Dad, my son has to make money by making money..."

Yan Song said I didn’t listen: “I have only heard of growing food in the ground, but I have never heard of burying these treasures into the soil and growing silver!”

Yan Shifan was very tired, but he still said, "Dad, you locked this place. How can I put these treasures in there when I get them?"

These words hit Yan Song's weakness.

He thought for a moment and said, "For my father, I only need the key to this room. If you have any treasures in the future, you can put them outside."

Yan Shifan pretended to be reluctant and handed over the bronze key in his hand.

But Yan Song saw his fat son growing up. When Yan Shifan was ass, he knew what his fat son was going to poop.

"Give it the spare ones too."

Yan Shifan shivered and raised his head in disbelief: "Dad, how did you know?"

"Hmph." Yan Song sneered: "Wuer Donglou, don't you know that ginger is still old?"

Fatty Yan, who was eaten tightly, took out a sewn green brocade purse from his clothes as if he was tortured.

"Mmm, it's here. There are also the front doors and the keys to the top doors are inside..."

Yan Shifan had a bitter face: "Dad, don't lose it, otherwise our Yan family's business will be cheaper..."

Yan Song solemnly put the little purse in his arms.

"Even if you lose yourself for your father, you won't lose your key."

Yan Shifan wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and then felt relieved.

The door of the warehouse opened, and the father and son walked up from the cellar. Yan Shifan carefully locked the door, and finally checked it, and then he felt relieved.

Outside the warehouse, the sun was burning, and the servants of Yan's mansion hurriedly came up to put sunshades on the two masters.

I looked up at the sun and it was about seven o'clock in the afternoon.

"Dad, you've been busy for so long. Have you not used lunch yet?"

Yan Shifan came over with a smile: "My son has prepared food..."

"No!"

Yan Song shook his sleeves angrily: "Go out for your father! Every time I go to your place to eat, I feel a little upset!"

Yan Shifan didn't force himself to stay, but just watched Yan Song's back leave.

After Yan Song left the courtyard, he took out another key from under his cuff, put it on his fingertips and slapped it twice, with an unconcealed smile on his fat face.

"Hehe! Dad! Old ginger is so spicy, but this momentum is still a bit bad..."

...

Yan Song, who left Yan's mansion, sat in the blue curtain and black-topped sedan chair carried by the two, and came to the restaurant he visited the most often.

Xinghelou.

This place is very close to Yan's mansion. After a while, the sedan chair started and walked to Xinghelou.

Although it was the liveliest place at noon, there were still many people coming and going at the entrance of the Xinghe Building, most of whom were ordinary people wearing coarse cloth clothes.

Guarding at the door, the sharp-eyed servant saw the green curtain sedan and immediately came forward.

"Mr. Yan, you are here, please come in!" The servant suppressed the excitement in his words and led Yan Song's sedan chair to the front door of the restaurant.

Yan Song got off the sedan chair and slowly walked into the lobby of Xinghelou.

The inside is extremely wide, and the dark-colored table is polished to a shiny place. Every now and then, there is a table with people sitting. The guys in Xinghelou wore small hats and rags in their hands, and shuttled between the tables, chairs and benches.

"Table No. 8, your thick-cut pig elbow is here!"

"This guest official, Chenghui 32 cents, you two will walk slowly..."

The shouts of the guys from the hall came, and there were also many diners talking.

"Mr. Yan, is it still the same rule?" asked the servant who led Yan Song in carefully.

"Yeah." Yan Song nodded and came to an empty table in the corner to sit down.

After a while, the waiter brought him a pot of wine, a steaming thick bun, a plate of fennel beans.

"Master Yan." The guy took out a plate of salt and cooked bamboo shoots from behind like a magic trick, and said with a smile:

"My shopkeeper knows that you are honest and frugal, and you don't dare to give you any valuable things, but you are always a regular customer of us, so you must have filial piety."
Chapter completed!
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