Yan Shifan stared blankly at his father, beginning to wonder if he was his biological child.
"Dad...you...you..." His mind was filled with mush and he began to speak slurred words.
Whoever has such a smart and capable son should be praised!
But instead of praising me, you actually scold me??
Fatty Yan felt extremely aggrieved, but he had no way of explaining it.
Ahead, after swearing these words, Yan Song's anger had mostly disappeared, but he still ignored Yan Shifan. Instead, he turned around and walked into the cellar, looking at the treasures on the ancient shelves.
Yan Shifan lowered his head and followed him obediently, thinking that if you keep looking at these treasures, your anger should be relieved, right?
He walked to his father and led the way, introducing the treasures on the ancient shelves one by one.
"Dad, this jade jade with gold and green patterns was given to me by a restaurant owner named Liu when the Hengtongji Pawn Shop opened in the south of the city last time. It's a great thing. When the moon shines at night, it will illuminate a scene below.
If you look at the shadow of a jasper daisy, just shake it from left to right, and you will see the daisy blossom into a big chrysanthemum."
Yan Song had no expression on his face and just nodded subtly.
"Dad, this Eight-sided Sword of Mountains, Rivers, Fishes, Insects and Birds is a good thing brought over by traveling merchants from the Han Dynasty. The purple colored beads and Jiuhua jade on the hilt are of the highest quality, and the Han Dynasty used the fried steel hundred forging method.
The forged sword can break hair and cut iron like mud, we don’t have any here!”
Yan Song's eyebrows twitched, but he still held back his words.
Yan Shifan took another step forward and opened a dark red wooden box on the shelf, revealing a half-person-high scroll inside.
"Dad, this is the picture of Qiushan Wilderness that Ma Shangshu gave you last time. It is a masterpiece by Guan Tong and has been properly preserved here by his son..."
"Yan Shifan." Yan Song's faint voice came from behind.
Yan Shifan was startled and looked back. Through the light emitted by the night pearl, he could see Yan Song's complexion darkening again.
"Yan Shifan."
Yan Song turned his neck and looked at the huge cellar, with suppressed anger in his words.
"There are so many treasures collected here. It's hard for me as a father to imagine. How can you count the things you squandered!"
Yan Shifan was speechless.
Why are your old thoughts different from those of normal people??
Who can see the gold and silver treasures in this cellar and not be attracted by it?
Why can't you get along with your own son? Why are you always staring at my flowers?
But facing Yan Song's old face full of anger, Yan Shifan opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Yan Song waved his sleeves and continued to walk inside, looking at the treasures on the ancient shelves. The more he looked at them, the worse his face became. It seemed that just by looking at the treasures in front of him, he could think of those that were squandered by Yan Shifan.
Yan Shifan hesitated for a moment and then followed.
This time he did not dare to continue explaining, but asked directly: "Dad? Which one do you want to give to His Majesty?"
Yan Song paused, hesitated for a moment, and slowly uttered a few words: "Choose a cheaper one."
Yan Shifan twitched the corner of his mouth, quickly ran forward, and took an exquisite mahogany box from the third row of the shelf.
"Dad, this Purple Crouching Tiger Ink Jade Paperweight was given to his son by a cotton merchant named Li. As long as it is placed in the sun, the paperweight will heat up, and at night, the Purple Crouching Tiger can also emit purple light, which is strange and unusual.
It can also be considered a good toy..."
Yan Song stared at the black jade paperweight, frowned and asked, "How much is this thing worth?"
"Forehead……"
Yan Shifan hesitated for a moment: "It will take three to four thousand taels of silver to win it..."
Yan Song's old face trembled slightly: "Change to a cheaper one."
Yan Shifan sighed helplessly, put the paperweight back into the wooden box, walked forward with Yan Song for a while, and took down an inkstone from the ancient rack.
"Dad, can this Ru Kiln celadon-glazed dragon inkstone be OK?"
Yan Shifan asked tentatively: "There are two swimming dragons with blue patterns carved into the mouth of the inkstone. When you pour water into it, you can see the dragons swimming, so it is useless. This inkstone is used for grinding ink, how can anyone use it to hold water?
…”
Yan Song frowned and asked again: "How much is this thing worth?"
Yan Shifan sighed: "Although the glaze on it is very useless, the Ru kiln inkstone two hundred years ago cost one thousand five hundred taels of silver..."
Yan Song frowned and stared at his fat son: "Isn't there a cheaper one?"
Yan Shifan was about to cry but had no tears: "Dad, let your son look for me again."
This time Yan Shifan searched for a long time before he found a wooden box in a corner of the cellar warehouse. Before he could open it, Yan Song took the lead and asked: "How much is this thing worth?"
Yan Shifan pursed his lips and raised his head uneasily: "It's only a thousand taels of silver..."
"too expensive!"
Yan Song looked at him angrily: "It's cheaper to be a father!"
Yan Shifan was about to cry and couldn't help shouting: "Dad! How can there be anything worth less than one thousand taels of silver here? If everything worth hundreds of taels is put into the cellar and hidden, people will laugh at us if word gets out that
Yan family?"
"Asshole!"
Yan Song was so angry at him: "Your father and I, as left prime ministers, still wear coarse clothes and eat brown rice! Are you afraid of being laughed at if you put something worth hundreds of taels of silver in the cellar?"
"This is different!"
Yan Shifan defended in a low voice: "You are a famous old man in the capital..."
"Guizi! What did you say?"
"I say dad, no one else can learn from your frugality!" Yan Shifan replied loudly.
Yan Song angrily took the wooden box from his arms, and after opening it, he found a brush inside, decorated with a dragon pattern in the middle and celadon on both sides.
"This pen is worth a thousand taels of silver?" Yan Song took out the pen and looked at it with a frown.
"This is called a white jade-set lapis lazuli chilong pattern pen."
Yan Shifan took the pen from Yan Song: "The name sounds good, but in practice it's just like that, but the workmanship is worth a thousand taels..."
He said and shook it casually.
"lighter!"
Yan Song was so angry that he grabbed the pen with his hands, checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was fine, he carefully put it back in the wooden box.
"This is a thousand taels of silver! What if I break it?"
Yan Shifan twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that this thing might be stronger than your son and me.
"Dad, there really is nothing cheaper! How about we give this one as a gift?"
Although this is not a good thing, what if the emperor likes it?
Yan Song pursed his lips tightly, and after a moment, he shook his head slightly: "It's too expensive."
Yan Shifan almost collapsed.
"Dad, what do you want to give me?"
Yan Song hesitated for a moment and looked at the fat son in front of him: "How about you go to the pawn shop in the West Market to collect something?"
He gritted his teeth and made some determination, as if cutting flesh, and slowly said: