The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 22 Setting up a stall for fishing [Please collect and recommend]

"Do you really believe that he can take you into the house?" Jing Ke looked down on Lu Ji.

"He entered through the small door, which proves that he has no status in Chun Shen Lord's Mansion and is not worth mentioning!" Yan Yan said lightly, not believing that Lu Ji had any right to speak in front of Chun Shen Lord's chief minister.

The ones who really have a say in Lord Chun Shen's house are the diners, or in other words, Lord Chun Shen's staff!

What Yan Yan was looking at were those people in the crowd who could wear brocade clothes and high crowns. Only those who might truly have the right to speak.

"If you can't, why are you so polite to him?" Jing Ke was a little angry.

"The Analects of Confucius·Yan Yuan: A gentleman has the beauty of an adult but the evil of a villain. There is no need to provoke him." Yan Yan said nonchalantly.

Jing Ke also realized that this was the case. This guy looked about the same age as himself, but he was much smoother than him in doing things.

"Then how do you plan to sneak into Lord Chunshen's mansion?" Jing Ke became even more curious.

It was obvious that the road to roll was dead.

Yan Yan didn't say anything. He turned around and found a place that was not too remote but not too busy. He found a wooden board and wrote the word "SELL" with charcoal as a pen. Then he took out a box containing hand ointment. Placed in front of him.

"Are you going to sell it like this?" Jing Ke knew what Yan Yan was selling, but he was curious if Yan Yan didn't say that selling it to politicians could get absolute rewards and status. How could it be sold this way?

Moreover, after Jing Ke observed it for a long time, Yan Yan didn't even say a word. Even when someone came to ask about the price, he just looked up and ignored it, and continued to read the books in the book box.

"You go have a drink!" Yan Yan threw his money bag to Jing Ke and continued with his business.

Jing Ke took the money bag and hesitated for a long time, but found that he could not help, so he turned around and left, not knowing which wine shop he went to.

"What are you selling?" Yan Yan was dressed as a Confucian scholar, but he was doing the work of a business traveler. He still attracted the attention of some scholars who were also ignorant and took the initiative to ask.

Yan Yan raised his head and glanced, then ignored it and just added a few more words on the wooden board.

"79 bucks"

The scholars looked at Yan Yan's actions and frowned. 79 coins was not a small amount, it was enough for them to spend in Juyang Banyue.

Moreover, Yan Yan didn't even open the box to them to see what was in it, nor did he explain what it was.

After paying attention for a while, the crowd dispersed.

Yan Yan didn't care and continued to read the book as usual.

In the evening, Jing Ke finally came back smelling of wine, and also brought a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves and a pot of wine.

"How many have been sold?" Jing Ke also saw the extra price on the wooden board and asked curiously.

"Not sold!" Yan Yan didn't explain, he just put the box away, got into the carriage, ate the roast chicken and wine that Jing Ke brought back, and spent the night in the carriage.

"I can't understand you!" Jing Ke was also speechless, minding his own business and leaning against the carriage to rest.

The next day, Yan Yan was still sitting where he was yesterday, selling copper boxes, but the price had changed from 79 gold to ten gold!

"Are you crazy?" Jing Ke was as shocked as the other scholars who were watching the excitement. At this price, even those big shots, let alone a boudoir lady, might not be able to afford it.

Yan Yan still had no explanation.

"Ten gold, I want it!" Finally, at noon, a middle-aged man wearing brocade clothes and a high crown walked up to Yan Yan and said.

Yan Yan raised his head, glanced at the other party, and said calmly, "I won't sell it!"

"Hey, that's interesting!" The middle-aged Jinyi also became interested. "Can I take a look?"

"cannot!"

"..."

The middle-aged man sighed and shook his head. He is another person who wants to enter the Chunshen Lord's Mansion with all the bells and whistles!
"Why don't you sell it? It's ten gold!" Jing Ke was a little anxious.

Yan Yan smiled lightly, put away his things, and then returned to the carriage without continuing to set up the stall.

On the third day, Yan Yan came out to set up a stall again, but the price changed from ten gold to one hundred gold.

And the middle-aged man in Jinyi came again. He glanced at the price sign in front of Yan Yan, lost interest in asking the price, and turned around to leave.

"You dare to ask for a hundred gold for a copper box that contains something you don't know. Are you crazy because of your poverty?" A scholar who was watching the fun sneered.

Yan Yan still ignored them and just kept reading, going his own way and not communicating with anyone.

On the fourth day, Yan Yan changed the price to a thousand gold.

For a moment, the entire front of Chun Shenjun's mansion was extremely lively, and a group of people gathered around Yan Yan, talking about anything.

Finally, a luxurious car drove slowly and stopped in front of Chun Shenjun's gate, and the gate that had not been opened for four days was finally opened.

When the carriage appeared, the scholars also swarmed up.

Yan Yan raised his head and took a look, knowing that Chun Shenjun Huang Xie was back!

However, Yan Yan never swarmed over like other scholars, and still sat cross-legged in his own corner.

"It's a very clever method, but it's nothing more than sensationalism!"

Huang Xie had naturally heard what his servants and retainers had said about Yan Yan, but he just smiled scornfully. The scholars who wanted to be his disciples over the years were like crucian carp crossing the river, and they used various methods. Although Yan's method is a bit strange, it doesn't have much new ideas.

The middle-aged man in rich clothes from before came again. He did not go to pay homage to Lord Chunshen. Instead, he walked towards Yan Yan and sat cross-legged in front of Yan Yan, looking very formal.

"Little sir, can you show me what this is now?" The middle-aged man saluted Yan Yan solemnly.

Yan Yan glanced at the other party. He was dressed formally and neatly. He was also meticulous in kneeling in front of him. If they were not in a busy city, if they were in a bookstore or chess room, they would definitely be two great scholars talking and laughing.

"Okay!" Yan Yan stretched out his hand to let the other party have a look.

The middle-aged man took the copper box handed by Yan Yan with both hands and opened it carefully. A sweet fragrance instantly hit his nostrils.

"This is this?" Looking at the jade-white cream in the box, the middle-aged man asked again.

"Sir, are you from Qin or Wei?" Yan Yan asked instead without answering.

"What about the Qin people? What about the Wei people?" The middle-aged man looked at Yan Yan with interest.

"Qin people, you and I will both die. Wei people, you live and I die!" Yan Yan said seriously.

"Interesting, really interesting, but I am not from Qin or Wei, I am from Zhao!" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Zhao Guo, Li Mu, I've met you sir!" The middle-aged man introduced himself with a smile and a bow.

(End of this chapter)