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

Chapter 51 Ginger is still old and spicy

"100 taels?" Yan Shifan was dumbfounded.

Yan Song paced back and forth a few steps, thinking for a moment: "How about 50 taels?"

Yan Shifan shivered, but he didn't expect that his father's budget would be cut in half just by hesitating.

"Father, why don't you give it away?"

"No?"

Yan Song frowned, looking at his own son: "He Shen is all given away? How can I not give it away for my father?"

"How can this person be as beautiful as before His Majesty?"

Yan Shifan smiled wryly, and said to himself that Dad, you and He Shen are not of the same type, and they are not following the same style.

Just don't force it up.

Yan Shifan's mouth was bitter, but he still insisted on explaining: "Father, gift giving in the capital is very different from before. Even if you are a gatekeeper, you will be kicked out if you give 50 taels of silver..."

Yan Song frowned: "Is that so?"

"That must be true and can't be true anymore! Dad!"

Yan Shifan had a bitter face: "The emperor can see something wrong with 50 taels and 100 taels, no matter how stupid he is."

"The gift from Mr. and I was worth nearly 100 taels of silver. You turned around and gave me [-] taels. What do you think the emperor will think?"

"This……"

Yan Song was a little hesitant, and it was the same thing after thinking about it.

In case His Majesty becomes angry because of this, it would be better not to send it away.

"Father, even if you send that pen worth 1000 taels over, it will be better than..."

As soon as Yan Shifan was halfway through his words, he felt his own father's cold eyes.

“1000 taels! Too expensive!”

"Okay..." Yan Shifan shrank his neck, which was almost gone, and said helplessly, "Then you better not give it away, father."

Yan Song hesitated at first, but after a while, he easily convinced himself.

Finally, there was no need to give gifts, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's just letting Heshen gain popularity with His Majesty, I'm really not willing to be a father." Thinking of Heshen, Yan Song's face is not very good-looking.

Yan Shifan learned the lesson just now, now he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, just followed behind his father's buttocks, and walked out obediently.

Walking out of the cellar where treasures are stored, Yan Shifan locked the door, turned his head and saw his father staring at him motionless.

"Father?" Yan Shifan was almost taken aback.

"Bring the key." Yan Song said quietly.

"Father!!" Yan Shifan was really taken aback.

"I can't let you be extravagant anymore!"

Yan Song grieved and said: "If it weren't for you, why would you hesitate to give a gift to His Majesty as a father?"

Yan Shifan was speechless, thinking that this has something to do with me, even if there are ten times more gold and silver treasures in the cellar than it is now, you are still reluctant to part with it.

"Father, my son will rely on this to make money..."

Yan Song said that I didn't listen: "I've only heard that planting the land will grow food, but I've never heard that burying these treasures in the soil can grow silver!"

Yan Shifan was very tired, but he still said: "Father, if you locked this place, how will your son put these treasures in when he gets them in the future?"

These words hit Yan Song's weakness.

He thought for a while, and said: "I only need the key of this room for my father, and if you have any treasures in the future, you can put them outside."

Yan Shifan pretended to be reluctant, and handed over the bronze key in his hand.

But Yan Song watched his fat son grow up. As soon as Yan Shifan pouted, he knew what shit his fat son was going to do.

"Bring the spare ones, too."

Yan Shifan shuddered and raised his head in disbelief: "Father, how did you know?"

"Hmph." Yan Song sneered: "My son Donglou, don't you know that ginger is still hot?"

Fatty Yan who was eaten to death was like a punishment, and took out a sewn green brocade purse from his clothes.

"Neng, it's in here. There are also the keys to the front doors and the upper door, all inside..."

Yan Shifan said with a bitter face: "Father, you must not lose it all, or our Yan family's family business will be cheaper for others..."

Yan Song solemnly put the small purse into his arms.

"Even if I lost myself for my father, I wouldn't lose the key."

Yan Shifan wiped the sweat from his forehead before he 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 one side at last, and then felt relieved.

Outside the warehouse, the sun was scorching hot, and the servants of the Yan Mansion rushed up to put umbrellas on the two masters.

Looking up at the sun, it is now about seven quarters in the afternoon.

"Father, you've been busy for so long, you haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

Yan Shifan approached with a smile: "My son has prepared meals..."

"no need!"

Yan Song flicked his sleeves angrily: "Go out to eat for my father! Every time I go to eat at your place, I feel more troubled!"

Yan Shifan didn't insist on staying, but just watched Yan Song's back go away.

After Yan Song came out of this small courtyard, he calmly took out another key from under his cuff, put it on his fingertips and flicked it around twice, with an unconcealable smile on his fat face.

"Hey! Dad! Old ginger is spicy, but the stamina is still a bit weak..."

……

Yan Song, who left Yan's mansion, sat in a small sedan chair with green mantle and black top carried by two people, and came to the restaurant he frequented most.

Xinghe Building.

It was very close to Yan's Mansion, and the sedan chair started to walk for a while, and then carried Yan Song to Xinghe Tower.

Although it was past the busiest point at noon, there were still many people coming and going at the gate of Xinghe Building, most of them were ordinary people wearing coarse clothes.

Standing at the door, the sharp-eyed servant saw the small green-mantle sedan chair, and immediately rushed up to meet it.

"Master Yan, you are here, please, please come in!" The servant suppressed the excitement in his words, and led Yan Song's sedan chair to the gate of the restaurant.

Yan Song got off the sedan chair and walked slowly into the lobby of Xinghe Building.

The interior is extremely spacious, and the dark-colored tables are polished and polished. Every now and then, there is a table where people are sitting. The guys in Xinghe Building are wearing small caps and holding rags, shuttling between the tables, chairs and benches.

"Table [-], guest officer, your pork knuckle is here!"

"This guest officer, Chenghui 32 Wenqian, you two go slowly..."

The yelling of the waiters came, mixed with the chatter of many diners.

"Master Yan, is it still the old rules?" The servant who led Yan Song in asked cautiously.

"En." Yan Song nodded, and sat down at an empty table in the corner.

After a while, the waiter brought him a jug of wine, a steaming steamed bun with thick noodles, and a plate of... fennel beans.

"Master Yan." The clerk brought out another plate of boiled bamboo shoots from behind as if conjuring, and said with a smile:

"My shopkeeper knows that you are honest and frugal, so he doesn't dare to give you any valuables, but you are a regular customer of ours after all, and the filial piety you deserve is indispensable."

(End of this chapter)