Yan Song walked back and forth a few steps and thought for a moment: "How about fifty taels?"
Yan Shifan shuddered, but he didn't expect that just by hesitating, his father's budget would be cut in half.
"Dad, why don't you give it away?"
"Not sending it?"
Yan Song frowned and looked at his son: "He Shen has already given it away? How can I not give it as a father?"
"How can this person be allowed to be so beautiful before His Majesty?"
Yan Shifan gave a wry smile and said to himself, "Dad, you and He Shen are not of the same type, and they are not following the same style."
It's better not to force it up.
Yan Shifan's mouth was bitter, but he still forcefully explained: "Dad, giving gifts in the capital is very different from before. Even if you are a gatekeeper, you will be kicked out if you give someone fifty taels of silver...
"
Yan Song frowned: "Is that so?"
"That must be true and it can't be true anymore! Dad!"
Yan Shifan grimaced: "Fifty taels, one hundred taels of stuff, no matter how stupid the emperor is, he can still see that something is wrong."
"The things you gave me are worth nearly ten thousand taels of silver. You turned around and gave me a gift of one hundred taels. What do you think the emperor would think?"
"this……"
Yan Song was a little hesitant, thinking about it, it was the same thing.
If His Majesty becomes angry because of this, it would be better not to send it.
"Dad, even if you give me that pen worth a thousand taels of silver, it will still be worse than..."
Yan Shifan was halfway through his words when he felt the cold gaze of his own father.
"One thousand taels! Too expensive!"
"Okay..." Yan Shifan shrank his nearly thin neck and said helplessly: "Then dad, you'd better not give it away."
Yan Song was a little hesitant at first, but after just a moment, he easily convinced himself.
Finally there was no need to give gifts, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"As a father, I am really unwilling to let He Shen gain fame with His Majesty." Thinking of He Shen, Yan Song's face didn't look good.
Yan Shifan learned the lesson just now, and now he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak. He just followed his father and walked out honestly.
After walking out of the cellar where treasures were stored, Yan Shifan locked the door and turned around to see his own father staring at him motionless.
"Dad?" Yan Shifan was almost startled.
"Bring the key." Yan Song said quietly.
"Dad!!" Yan Shifan was really shocked.
"I can't let you spend any more money!"
Yan Song said sadly: "If it weren't for you, why would my father be so hesitant to give His Majesty a gift?"
Yan Shifan was speechless, thinking that this had nothing to do with me. Even if there were ten times more gold and silver in the cellar than now, you would still be reluctant to part with it.
"Dad, my son needs to make money from this..."
Yan Song said that I didn't listen: "I've only heard that planting the land will produce food, but I've never heard that burying these treasures in the soil will produce money!"
Yan Shifan felt very tired, but he still said: "Dad, you locked this place, so how will your son put these treasures in if he gets them in the future?"
These words hit Yan Song's weak spot.
He thought for a moment and said, "As a father, I only want the key to this room. If you have any treasures in the future, you can leave them outside."
Yan Shifan pretended to be reluctant and reluctantly handed over the bronze key in his hand.
But Yan Song watched his fat son grow up. As soon as Yan Shifan raised his butt, he knew what his fat son was going to do.
"Bring the spare ones too."
Yan Shifan trembled and raised his head in disbelief: "Dad, how did you know?"
"Hmph." Yan Song sneered: "My son Donglou, don't you know that ginger is still hot when you are old?"
Fatty Yan, who had been eaten to death, took out a sewn green brocade purse from his clothes as if he was being tortured.
"Well, it's right here. There are also the keys to the front doors, and the keys to the upper doors are all inside..."
Yan Shifan made a sad face: "Dad, please don't let this happen, otherwise our Yan family's property will be at an advantage to others..."
Yan Song solemnly put the small purse into his arms.
"Even if I lose myself as a father, I will never lose the key."
Yan Shifan wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt relieved.
The door of the warehouse opened, and the father and son walked up from the cellar. Yan Shifan carefully locked the door, checked it one last time, and then felt relieved.
Outside the warehouse, the sun was blazing brightly, and the servants of the Yan Mansion hurriedly came up to put parasols on the two gentlemen.
Looking up at the sun, it is now about seven quarters past noon.
"Dad, you've been busy for so long, and you haven't had lunch yet, right?"
Yan Shifan came over with a smile: "My son has prepared meals over there..."
"No!"
Yan Song rolled his sleeves angrily: "I'm going out to eat for my father! Every time I go to your place to eat, I feel troubled!"
Yan Shifan did not force him to stay, but just watched Yan Song go away.
After Yan Song left the small courtyard, he calmly took out another key from under his sleeve, put it on his fingertips and flicked it twice, with an unconcealable smile on his fat face.
"Hehe! Dad! The old ginger is still spicy, but the stamina is still a bit lacking..."
…
After leaving Yan's mansion, Yan Song sat in a small sedan with a green curtain and a black top carried by two people and arrived at the restaurant he frequented most.
Xinghe Building.
This place is very close to Yan's Mansion. The sedan started to walk for a while, and then it took Yan Song to Xinghe Building.
Although it was past the busiest point at noon, there were still many people coming and going at the entrance of Xinghe Building, most of whom were ordinary people wearing coarse cloth.
The sharp-eyed young man standing guard at the door saw the small sedan with a green curtain and immediately came to greet it.
"Master Yan, you are here, please, please come in!" The young man suppressed the excitement in his words and led Yan Song's sedan to the door of the restaurant.
Yan Song got off the sedan and slowly walked into the lobby of Xinghe Building.
The interior is extremely spacious, with dark-colored tables that have been polished to a shine. There is a table occupied by people every now and then. The clerks from Xinghe Building wear small hats and hold rags in their hands, shuttling between the tables, chairs and benches.
"Table No. 218, sir, your thick-cut pork knuckle is here!"
"This guest, I would like to give you thirty-two cents. Please go slowly..."
The shouts of the waiters came, mixed with the loud chatter of many diners.
"Master Yan, are you still following the old rules?" the boy who led Yan Song in asked cautiously.
"Yes." Yan Song nodded and went to an empty table in the corner to sit down.
After a while, the waiter brought him a bottle of wine, a steaming thick steamed bun, and a plate of... fennel beans.
"Master Yan." The waiter magically brought out another plate of salted bamboo shoots from behind and said with a smile:
"My shopkeeper knows that you are honest and frugal, so he doesn't dare to give you anything valuable, but after all, you are a regular customer of ours, so you should still show the filial piety you deserve."