It's irritating.

It's really irritating.

Yan Shifan stared at his father blankly and began to wonder if he was his biological child.

"Dad...you...you..." His mind was covered in mucus and he had already started to lose his mouth.

If anyone has such a smart and capable son, then I have to praise him!

But not only do you not praise me, but you also scold me?

Fatty Yan felt extremely aggrieved, but he had no place to make any decision.

After cursing this, Yan Song's anger disappeared most of his anger, but he ignored Yan Shifan and turned around and walked into the cellar, looking at the treasures on the ancient shelf.

Yan Shifan lowered his head and followed his butt honestly, thinking that you always look at these treasures, and your anger should be relieved, right?

He walked to his father to lead the way and introduced the treasures on the antique shelf one by one.

"Dad, this gold-painted green and green jade bi was given by a restaurant owner named Liu when the last time the Hengtongji pawnshop opened. This is a good thing. When the moon shines at night, the shadow of a jasper daisy can be shined below. As long as you shake from left to right, you can see the daisy blooming into a big chrysanthemum."

Yan Song had no expression on his face, but nodded slightly.

"Dad, this eight-sided sword of mountains, rivers, fish, insects, birds and birds is a good thing brought by merchants from Han Dynasty. The purple beads and Jiuhua jade on the hilt of the sword are all top-notch. Moreover, the sword made by the Han Dynasty using the hundred-frying steel forging method can blow hair and cut iron like mud. We don't have it here at all!"

Yan Song's eyebrows hopped, but he still held back and said nothing.

Yan Shifan took another step forward and opened a dark red wooden box on the shelf to reveal a half-person-high painting scroll inside.

"Dad, this is the autumn mountain wilderness map that Shangshu Ma gave you last time. It is Guan Tong's masterpiece and it was also properly preserved here by his son..."

"Yan Shifan." Yan Song's voice came from behind.

Yan Shifan was stunned and looked back. With the light emitted by the night pearl, he could see Yan Song's face turned dark again.

"Yan Shifan."

Yan Song turned his neck and looked at the huge cellar, suppressing his anger in his words.

"There are so many treasures collected here alone. It is hard to imagine for your father. How should you count what you squandered!"

Yan Shifan was speechless.

Why do you have different ideas from normal people?

Anyone who sees this cellar with gold and silver treasures that are not exposed to it?

Why can't you get along with your own son? Why do you keep staring at the things I spend?

But facing Yan Song's angry old face, Yan Shifan opened his mouth and said nothing after all.

Yan Song waved his sleeves and continued to walk inside, looking at the treasures on the ancient shelf. The more he looked, the worse his face became. It seemed that just seeing the treasures in front of him, he could think of the ones that were wasted by Yan Shifan.

Yan Shifan hesitated for a moment and followed.

This time he didn't dare to continue to explain, but asked directly: "Dad? Which one do you want to give to Your Majesty?"

Yan Song paused, hesitated for a moment, and slowly uttered a few words: "Pick one cheaper."

Yan Shifan pulled the corner of his mouth, ran quickly to the front, and took an exquisite mahogany box from the third row of the shelf.

"Dad, this purple squat tiger black jade paperweight was given to his son by a cotton merchant named Li. As long as it is placed in the sun, the paperweight can heat up. Moreover, the purple squat tiger can emit purple light at night. It is amazing and can be regarded as a good toy..."

Yan Song stared at the black jade paperweight and frowned and asked, "How much is this thing worth?"

"Forehead……"

Yan Shifan hesitated for a moment: "It's okay that you have to take three or four thousand taels of silver to get it..."

Yan Song's old face shook slightly: "Switch to one cheaper."

Yan Shifan sighed helplessly, put the paperweight back into the wooden box, took Yan Song forward for a while, and then took a inkstone from the ancient shelf.

"Dad, is this Ru kiln green glaze goulong inkstone OK?"

Yan Shifan asked tentatively: "There are two blue-patterned dragons carved in the inkstone. When the water is injected into it, you can see the dragon swimming, so it is a bit useless. This inkstone is used to grind ink, so who can use it to fill water..."

Yan Song frowned and asked again: "How valuable is this thing?"

Yan Shifan sighed: "Although the glaze on it is very useless, the Ru kiln inkstone two hundred years ago would cost 1,500 taels of silver..."

Yan Song frowned and stared at his fat son: "Isn't there any cheaper one?"

Yan Shifan was in tears: "Dad, let your son look for it again."

This time, Yan Shifan searched for a long time before he found a wooden box in the corner of the cellar. Before he could open it, Yan Song took the lead and asked, "How much is this thing worth?"

Yan Shifan stammered his lips and raised his head uneasy: "It's only one thousand taels of silver..."

“Too expensive!”

Yan Song looked at him angrily: "It's cheaper for your father!"

Yan Shifan was almost crying and couldn't help but shout, "Dad! How can there be less than 1,000 taels of silver here? If all the items of hundreds of taels are stored in the cellar, will it be better for us to laugh at our Yan family if this is spread?"

"Damn it!"

Yan Song was so angry that he was: "Your father, as the left prime minister, I am wearing thick clothes and eating brown rice! If you put a few hundred taels of silver into the cellar, are you afraid of laughing?"

“This is different!”

Yan Shifan whispered: "You are a famous old man in the capital..."

"Rebellious! What did you say?"

"I said, Dad, no one can learn how frugal you are!" Yan Shifan replied loudly.

Yan Song took the wooden box in his arms angrily, and when he opened it, he found a brush inside, decorated with dragon patterns in the middle and celadon on both sides.

"This pen is worth 1,000 taels of silver?" Yan Song took out the pen and frowned and looked at it.

"This is called the white jade set of lapis lazuli chilong pattern pen."

Yan Shifan took the pen from Yan Song: "It sounds like the name is good, but it is actually just like that, but the workmanship is worth a thousand taels..."

As he said that, he shook casually.

"Be gentle!"

Yan Song was furious and grabbed the pen with his hand, checked it carefully, and then carefully put it back into the wooden box.

"This is a thousand taels of silver! What should I do if it is broken?"

Yan Shifan pulled the corner of his mouth, thinking that this thing might be stronger than my son.

"Dad, there's really nothing cheaper! Why don't we just give this?"

Although this money is not a good thing, what if the emperor likes it?

Yan Song pursed his lips tightly. After a moment, he shook his head gently: "It's too expensive."

Yan Shifan was almost collapsed.

"Dad, what do you want to give?"

Yan Song hesitated for a moment and looked at the fat son in front of him: "Why don't you go to the pawnshop in West City to collect something?"

He gritted his teeth and made up some determination. He spoke slowly as if he was cutting his flesh:

"Just collect one hundred taels of items..."
Chapter completed!