Manchu traitor, how can you let me be the emperor of the ages

Chapter 50 What exactly is dedicated to His Majesty?
numb.

Really numb.

Yan Shifan stared blankly at his father, and began to wonder if he was his own.

"Father...you...you..." His mind was completely muddled, and he had already begun to slur his words.

If anyone else has such a shrewd and capable son, then he should praise him!

But instead of praising me, you always scold me? ?
Fatty Yan felt extremely wronged, but he had nowhere to reason.

In the front, after cursing this sentence, most of Yan Song's anger disappeared, but he still ignored Yan Shifan, but turned around and walked into the cellar, looking at the treasures on the shelf.

Yan Shifan lowered his head and followed behind him obediently, thinking that if you keep looking at these treasures all the time, the anger in your heart should be relieved, right?

He went to his father to lead the way, and introduced the treasures on the Bogu shelf one by one.

"Father, this sapphire jade biscuit painted with gold and chiseled flowers and green shadows was given by a restaurant owner surnamed Liu when the Chengnan branch of Hengtongji Pawnshop opened last time. You can see the shadow of a jasper daisy, just shake it from left to right, and you can see the daisy blooming into a big chrysanthemum."

Yan Song was expressionless, but nodded slightly.

"Father, this Eight-Faced Sword of Mountains, Rivers, Fish, Insects and Birds is a good thing brought over by a traveling merchant from the Han Kingdom. The purple colored beads on the hilt and Jiuhua jade are all top-quality, and the Han Dynasty uses a hundred forging method of fried steel. The refined sword can cut hairs and cut hairs, 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 painting scroll inside.

"Father, this is the map of the autumn mountains and wild crossings that Ma Shangshu gave you last time. It is a masterpiece of Guan Tong, and it has been properly preserved here by his son..."

"Yan Shifan." Yan Song's voice was faint, coming from behind.

Yan Shifan was stunned, and looked back. With the light from the Ye Mingzhu, he could see that Yan Song's complexion had darkened again.

"Yan Shifan."

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

"There are only so many treasures collected here. It's unimaginable to be a father. How can you count the ones that were squandered by you!"

Yan Shifan was speechless.

Why are your old thoughts different from normal people? ?

Anyone who sees the gold and silver treasures in this cellar is not on top?
How come you can't get along with your own son?Why are you staring at my flowers? ?

But facing Yan Song's angry old face, Yan Shifan opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything after all.

Yan Song waved his sleeves and continued to walk inside, looking at the treasures on the shelf, his complexion became worse the more he looked at them, it seemed that just 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, but still followed.

This time he didn't dare to continue explaining, but asked directly: "Father? What do you want to give Your Majesty?"

Yan Song paused, hesitated for a moment, and slowly spit out a few words: "Pick one that is cheaper."

Yan Shifan twitched his mouth, ran to the front quickly, and took a delicate mahogany box from the third row of the shelf.

"Father, this purple squatting 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 will heat up, and at night, this purple squatting tiger can emit purple light, which is amazing. It’s also a good toy…”

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

"Forehead……"

Yan Shifan hesitated for a moment: "No matter what, it will take three to 4000 taels of silver to win it..."

Yan Song's old face trembled invisibly: "Change to a cheaper one."

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

"Father, is this Ru kiln blue-glazed traveling dragon inkstone okay?"

Yan Shifan tentatively asked: "There are two blue-patterned swimming dragons carved in the mouth of the inkstone, and you can see the dragons swimming when you pour it into clear water, so it's rather tasteless. 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 tasteless, the Ru kiln inkstone from 200 years ago must have cost 500 taels of silver..."

Yan Song frowned, staring at his fat son: "Isn't there a cheaper one?"

Yan Shifan wanted to cry but had no tears: "Father, let my 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 warehouse. Before he could open it, Yan Song asked first, "How much is this thing worth?"

Yan Shifan pursed his lips and raised his head anxiously: "It's only 1000 taels silver..."

"too expensive!"

Yan Song looked at him angrily: "I want a cheaper one for my father!"

Yan Shifan was about to cry, and couldn't help shouting: "Father! How can there be anything below 1000 taels of silver here? If the things and objects of several hundred taels are put in the cellar for storage, people will not laugh at them if it spreads. Family?"

"Bastard!"

Yan Song was so angry with him: "Your father and I are left ministers, yet we still wear coarse clothes and eat brown rice! Are you afraid that people will laugh at you if you put a few hundred taels of silver in the cellar?"

"It's different!"

Yan Shifan defended in a low voice: "You are a famous old man in the capital..."

"Niezi! What did you say?"

"I said, Dad, others can't learn your frugality!" Yan Shifan replied super loudly.

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

"Is this pen worth 1000 taels?" Yan Song took out the pen and frowned.

"This is called a white jade set lapis lazuli Chilong brush."

Yan Shifan took the pen from Yan Song: "The name sounds good, but it's just like that in actual use, but the workmanship is worth 1000 taels..."

He said and shook it casually.

"lighter!"

Furious, Yan Song snatched the pen with his hands, checked it carefully, and carefully put it back into the wooden box after confirming that it was all right.

"This is 1000 taels of silver! What if it breaks?"

The corner of Yan Shifan's mouth twitched, thinking that this thing might be stronger than your son and me.

"Father, there is really no cheaper one! How about we give this away?"

Although this is not a good thing, what if the emperor likes it?
Yan Song pressed his lips tightly, and after a while, he shook his head lightly: "It's too expensive."

Yan Shifan almost collapsed.

"Father, what do you want to give?"

Yan Song hesitated for a moment, then looked at the fat son in front of him: "Why don't you go to the pawn shop in Xishi to collect something?"

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind, as if cutting flesh, and said slowly:

"Just accept an item of 100 taels..."

　If I have time today, I will write an extra chapter.As long as I have time, I will try to write as much as possible
　　
　
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