When he was holding the lamp, Shi Qian appeared in front of everyone like a magic trick, shaking out a bunch of things from his sleeves, pens, inkstones, fans, and many other scattered things, the largest of which was the picture of a hundred birds.
"We have gained a lot." Ximen Qing smiled happily: "My third brother is still as skilled as when he secretly roasted whole sheep in Qinghe County!"
Shi Qian rolled his eyes, sighed and sat on the chair next to him. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it: "If I weren't wearing the skin of the Imperial City Secretary, it would be much better to go to the forbidden treasury and pull it casually.
These are all useless things, it’s a shame! It’s such a shame!”
"That's right!" Ximen Qing followed Shi Qian's words and unfolded the picture of hundreds of birds: "Look at this picture, it's not even finished. It's just a stroke of paint. It's a useless picture!"
After saying that Ximen Qing was about to tear up the picture of hundreds of birds, Shi Qian hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it and said: "My brother, don't scare me, this is the most valuable thing in this pile, and it cost me fifty guan.
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"Who painted this?" Ximen Qing had long seen Shi Qian's eyes fixed on this painting.
"The official family." Shi Qian told the story roughly: "If this painting hadn't been painted over, it wouldn't have been in my hands."
Only then did Ximen Qing truly understand the importance of the Hundred Birds Map. If this thing were to be obtained from the era before he traveled through time, it would be like a fighter jet among national treasures.
Song Huizong was the best emperor among calligraphers and painters, and the best calligrapher and painter among emperors; not many of his works have been handed down, but the problem is, no one has ever seen his paintings ruined.
This picture of hundreds of birds must be sold for tens of millions or hundreds of millions!
If Ximen Qing knew that this painting was scrapped because of him, he would be even more surprised.
"Brother, why do you want me to throw away all these rags?" Shi Qian scratched his head: "I never heard you have such a hobby? Besides, these are not good things."
Ximen Qing chuckled and said: "These are all prepared for the Japanese people. If the real good things are to be kept in our Song Dynasty, how can we be willing to give them to them?"
Shi Qian suddenly realized it and pointed to the rags on the table: "The inkstone used by the scholar Dongpo, the pen carried by the Liuyi layman, and the fan played by Wang Jinggong are all gifts prepared for the Japanese envoy tomorrow?"
"The Japanese envoy is just a handyman on the ship, what can I do for him?" Ximen Qing smiled like a fox: "I estimate that the Imperial City Department will soon send an official to accompany him on an envoy to Japan. Taking this opportunity, I have to
To do something big, these things are just for making a little fortune."
As he spoke, Ximen Qing took the square inkstone in his hand and tested its weight: "You said this inkstone, if I don't have the same amount of gold to exchange for it, how can I give it up?"
"Ah?" Shi Qian was stunned for a moment. He picked up this square inkstone at random. To be honest, only Bachelor Dongpo would know whether he had used it or not.
Ximen Qing picked up the pen again, weighed it, frowned and said, "This is too light and it's a big loss. Well, let's just go with the price of the inkstone."
"This" Shi Qian asked hesitantly: "Will those Japanese people buy it?"
"To be precise, they are Japanese aristocrats." Ximen Qing chuckled and said, "How big a deal is it to get some money from them? You will know then! You can go to Japan this time too!"
Shi Qian, the flea on the drum, nodded: "I really want to see it, so what's the price of this picture of hundreds of birds?"
"Sky-high price!" Ximen Qing was full of confidence: "Let's hold an auction. If we don't let those Japanese nobles, we have to let the emperor pay some blood, otherwise we will never take action!"
Shi Qian was deeply suspicious of this, and Ximen Qing threw the picture of a hundred birds into his arms again.
"When you find the best framer, you must make it look noble!" Ximen Qing said, "I remembered it now that you reminded me. Why don't you just find a place to customize a batch of inkstones, pens and ink, fans and other items for me?
, engrave it for me and write the poems of Lay Dongpo and others!" [
Shi Qian wondered: "When did I remind you?"
Ximen Qing chuckled and picked up the inkstone: "There are only a few words engraved on this thing, and it is signed Dongpo Layman. It is really used by Dongpo Layman? Others can carve it, why can't we carve it?"
Shi Qian opened his mouth wide and his beard twitched. He looked at Ximen Qing laughing, and only two words came back and forth in his mind: "Profiteer!"
While Ximen Qing was still laughing, the divine fortune teller Jiang Jingmen came in and asked curiously: "Why is my boss so happy?"
Ximen Qing did not hide anything and told the story. Jiang Jing almost dropped his jaw when he saw the picture of a hundred birds.
"My boss is extremely knowledgeable!" Jiang Jing sighed as if he had to accept it: "Jiang has long heard that the Japanese aristocrats are obsessed with these celebrities, and they can even understand hundreds of poems by Dongpo layman.
A strange man who recited this article, these things will definitely fetch a good price."
Shi Qianyu shouted in his head: "Two profiteers!"
"By the way, Mr. Jiang, how did the thing you mentioned last time go?" Ximen Qing rubbed his hands with an expectant look, and the image of a "profiteer" came to life.
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing nodded and said: "Don't worry, boss, Chuixuelou stopped exchanging copper coins for jiaozi a few days ago, and now there are hundreds of them."
"Not enough!" Ximen Qing said with a chuckle: "It's best to get tens of thousands of coins. When you get to Japan, you can exchange for several times the money, even real money!"
Jiang Jing was speechless: "Isn't this going too far? These tens of thousands of coins are quite heavy."
Ximen Qing disagreed: "It's just tens of thousands of kilograms of stuff. The boxes are mixed with the goods and shipped together."
"When I go to Japan this time, I have to do things well, and at the same time I have to have a good time and make a little fortune!"
Ximen Qing summed up his purpose with the last sentence, which is to prepare to make a fortune!
It was not a good feeling to be bored in the yard all day and only see Tokichiro the monkey. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing were made very irritable and walked around in the yard all day long.
Three meals a day are specially delivered by someone, and the food is very good. However, what Sun Junming and Zheng Qing want is not to have enough food, but to pursue a higher level of pleasure.
For example, the two businessmen whom Sun Junming and Zheng Qing were pursuing after spending a lot of money to see them on Ma Xing Street two nights ago.
I originally thought that if I work harder tonight and strike while the iron is hot, I might be able to sleep on a bed of incense, right? But now I have my hand in hand but nowhere to spend it.
This feeling of being helpless made Sun Junming and Zheng Qing hate Tokichiro even more, and deliberately stayed away from him.
There were policemen in black from the Imperial City Department guarding the door outside. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing did not dare to yell at the "Japanese envoy". If they were suspected and stabbed, all their previous efforts would be in vain.[
The two of them finally turned around to turn on the lights in the yard. After dinner, they watched the black-clad police officer outside the yard change their posts twice. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing shook their heads, washed their feet and went to sleep.
But Tokichiro was very happy. This situation was much better than the previous few days. He had good food and drink and didn't have to do anything. Tokichiro wished that these good days could continue like this.
Lying in bed at night, Tokichiro was reluctant to take off the string of copper coins from his waist, took them out and counted them one by one, a bit like a monk counting rosary beads. As he counted, Tokichiro fell into a happy sleep.
When he woke up the next morning and rebelled, Tokichiro deliberately dressed up and called out in the yard. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing came out of the room and pretended to salute Tokichiro and say hello.
"Okay! Just step back!" Tokichiro said in blunt Chinese, feeling already happy.
Sun Junming and Zheng Qing didn't sleep well last night. Unexpectedly, they were teased by Tokichiro when they woke up in the morning. Both of them gritted their teeth and wanted to cut the monkey into pieces on the spot!
But the black-clothed police officer from the Imperial City Department was watching at the door, so he had no choice but to think about it in his mind.
Sun Junming and Zheng Qing saw Tokichiro looking around and had no intention of going back to the house. They were about to go back indignantly when they saw a young girl coming outside the courtyard door with a smile on her face and looking very gentle.
appearance.
"Where does this girl come from? She doesn't look like those women!"
Sun Junming and Zheng Qing were muttering to themselves when Tokichiro suddenly waved and said, "Miss Juzi! Why are you here?"
The two of them heard Tokichiro's Japanese dialect clearly, and they were immediately shocked: When did this monkey-like Japanese slave know such a beautiful woman? Could it be that he has lost his mind and gone crazy?
What surprised them even more was that the young woman nodded to Tokichiro from a distance, and then showed a yellow-orange waist badge.
As soon as the two policemen in black at the door saw the badge, they saluted the young woman and let her into the yard.
"This woman is actually from the Imperial City Department?" Sun Junming and Zheng Qing looked at each other.
Kikuko smiled without showing her teeth and saluted Tokichiro: "Greetings to the envoy."
Fujiyoshiro quickly returned the greeting: "How is Miss Kikuko?"
The conversation between the two was all in Japanese. Sun Junming and Zheng Qing became more frightened the more they listened, but they still couldn't get in the conversation.
"My master invites the envoy to come over and be his guest." Juzi made an invitation gesture: "There is already a sedan waiting outside."
Tokichiro suddenly said: "Is your master the senior official in the big house?"
Juzi smiled and said: "What a big house, it is obviously the Ruisi Palace. My master's surname is Ximen, and he is an official of the Imperial City Department."
Sun Junming and Zheng Qing's hearts were pounding. What kind of organization is the Imperial City Division? The event officer of the Imperial City Division wants to invite Fujikiro as a guest?
"This girl, the envoy is here to be a guest, and we two have to accompany him." Sun Junming couldn't help but use Japanese.
Juzi shook her head gently: "My master said that only one envoy would be invited, so you two should stay here."
Zheng Qing snorted: "Then we two have to follow?" After saying this, he puffed up his chest and squeezed towards Ju Zi.