After drinking some water at the tea shop, the brother and sister went back on the road a little restlessly. After walking for a short time, they saw Wang Qinian coming to pick up their carriage. The identity of the other party is here, and the expression is a bit strange, and the mood is not very high, so naturally Wang Qinian dare not say anything.
"Why did the Holy Majesty appear here?" Fan Ruoruo leaned on the carriage, fanning her slightly sweaty face with a handkerchief, looking extremely pleasant.
Fan Xian replied with a wry smile: "Our Majesty has always lived in seclusion. I have long expected that how could a man stay in the palace full of palace resentment and powder for many years? Coming to the Liujing River is also a very natural thing. It's just that it was a bit of fun before, and I always thought that Lord Gong Dian would call him Master Huang."
Fan Ruoruo chuckled, and said, "Everything can be like the stories my brother told. If it was true, you should have opened a bookstore long ago."
Speaking of the bookstore, Fan Xian immediately thought of the tofu store, and asked with a frown, "Ruoruo, what are you going to do in the future?"
Fan Ruoruo's expression darkened. In this day and age, after a woman gets married, she will marry her husband and son to take care of the backyard. With Ruoruo's knowledge and ability, if she spends her life like this, I'm afraid she will be a little unwilling. It's just that we can't do more planning at the moment, so we have to do this for the time being.
After entering Beijing, the carriage went straight to Ershibalipo. This twenty-eight mile slope is not a big mountain slope, but a famous place name in the south of Jing. It is said that hundreds of years ago, Kyoto was far from being as spacious as it is today. Twenty-eight miles slope is the last hillside before entering Beijing, and it is twenty-eight miles away from the last post station on the official road in the southwest. At this time, after traveling the last twenty-eight miles, the horses were exhausted and people were exhausted, and they were extremely tired. This last section of the hill was taller than the Dadong Mountain by the seashore. The name of Erbalipo comes from this.
Today's twenty-eight mile slope has long been taken into the city wall and turned into a street, but the name is still preserved, and Qingyu Hall is located here. The carriage stopped far away, Fan Xian and his sister got off and walked along the street. Along the road, I saw a neat row of small facades, all of which were cheap wood from the south of the Five Ridges, with varnish on them, and the wood spots were clear. If you glanced over, you would feel as if countless one-eyed monsters were staring at you. .
Fan Xian was taken aback, and asked curiously, "Why do you use this?" This method was commonly used in small restaurants in his previous life, and the clear log feels cheap and refreshing.
Wang Qinian shook his head, he is not suitable for business. Fan Ruoruo explained: "This is Qingyu Hall, and each door is a place where a big shopkeeper teaches apprentices. There are seventeen shopkeepers, there are seventeen rooms."
Fan Xian counted and found that there were more than 20 small houses like this on the side of the street. When he asked his sister why, Fan Ruoruo said angrily, "It's been many years, and there are always some shopkeepers who are getting old and starting to retire, or Passed away."
A group of people chatted and walked to the front. It was a very beautiful house with a huge courtyard. Looking at the cornices over the courtyard wall, the inside should be divided into many courtyards. Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little familiar. After thinking about it, he realized that this was actually similar to the Taiping Villa that he saw by the Liujing River earlier.
The place where these shopkeepers live is a bit strange, there is no word "Qing Yu Tang" written on the front door. At this time, the guards of the Fan residence had already stepped forward to hand over the name stickers. When the gatekeeper saw the name on the name stickers, he immediately knew that the person who came was Mr. Fan, who had recently made a splash in Beijing, so he hurriedly invited in respectfully, because Qiye The shopkeeper is currently helping Fan's family to manage Danbo Bookstore, so he is not even required to inform him.
Just as he was about to enter the mansion, the person in charge of the Qingyu Hall from the imperial court came across and was about to ask questions to check the identity of the visitor. However, Wang Qinian looked at the other party coldly, he didn't even bother to show up, and let a junior in the group deal with it, and followed Fan Xian into the hall.
The person who supervised Qingyu Hall was also a member of the Overwatch Council, so he immediately knew that he had done a lot of unnecessary things.
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Enter the hall, take a seat, and serve tea.
The person sitting in the first place was a man about forty years old, with soft eyebrows and eyes. It seemed that under the pressure of these years, the whole person had become cautious. But Fan Xian knew that the other party was the chief treasurer of Qingyutang, known as Ye Da, who was mainly engaged in the most important business of the Ye family back then. The shopkeeper is very old, and when I saw him today, I realized that the shopkeeper is so young."
Shopkeeper Ye Da had no idea what the purpose of Mr. Fan's coming to Qingyu Hall today was. Although more than ten years had passed, the Ye family was no longer taboo, but it was equivalent to being under house arrest in Beijing for more than ten years. He was so unrestrained and heroic at the beginning, his body was already rickety, and his heart was much weaker. He responded with a wry smile: "I'm already an old man, Mr. Fan is joking, joking."
Fan Xian chuckled and said, "Let's get straight to the point. The first thing I need to do when I come today is that the business of Danbo Bookstore is very good. I want to thank the shopkeeper Qiye, and I also want to see what Qingyutang looks like."
Shopkeeper Ye Da responded with a smile: "Mr. Fan pays for the people in our hall to do things. Naturally, let him earn the money. If the business still loses money, the Qingyu Hall may have collapsed in Beijing long ago." When it comes to making money, shopkeeper Ye Da's brows and eyes naturally reveal a sense of confidence, and his whole body exudes brilliance.
Fan Xian secretly praised in his heart, thinking that this is what his mother taught him to look like, he cupped his hands and said very politely: "Actually, I have something to trouble the big shopkeeper when I come today."
Shopkeeper Ye Da's heart trembled. If it was just for business, the other party's status was noble, and he would never come here in person. Could it be that the other party was thinking? The shopkeeper Ye Da wanted to think about the safety of so many shopkeepers and relatives in Qingyutang in Beijing, and he didn't dare to listen to what the other party was thinking. Young master's spirit is too high, Qingyutang really can't help you."
Fan Xian laughed and said, "Of course I know this. I came here today just to ask Shopkeeper Ye Da to be my teacher. As far as I know, over the years, there have been some household officials in the imperial court as well as internal treasury staff. I am a student of Qingyu Hall, and I am specialized in business management. I am comfortable working with Shopkeeper Seven Leaf, so I would like to introduce a student."
Shopkeeper Ye Da curiously said: "I don't know who it is."
Fan Xian smiled slightly, but didn't say anything. Shopkeeper Ye Da understood, and said softly: "The honored guest is coming from afar, how about letting the housewife take Miss Fan to the back garden?" He looked at Fan Ruoruo with a smile and said, "Our yard is not unusual, but it was designed by the owner himself back then. Quite impressive.”
Fan Ruoruo understood it a long time ago, smiled slightly, and went to the back garden with the shopkeeper's wife. And Wang Qinian and others were also driven out by Fan Xian with a wave of his hand. Seeing that he was so cautious, shopkeeper Ye Da couldn't help being frightened, wondering who was going to learn how to do business.
"Fan Sizhe, my second brother." Fan Xian took a sip of tea and said softly, "You should have heard of it."
Shopkeeper Ye Da was shocked, thinking that although the two sons of the Fan family had no gaps at the moment, there was Si Nan Bo's family property there after all. How could the sons of the rich and powerful be willing to come to learn the last ways of doing business? Could it be that Mr. Fan in front of him wanted to use this to prevent Fan Sizhe from inheriting the title... But this clumsy trick is too ridiculous and unfeasible.
Fan Xian did not expect Shopkeeper Ye Da to think so much, and said softly: "My second brother is naturally good at doing business, but right now he is only relying on his inheritance and hobbies in his bones. If he wants to do something in the future , his ability is still a bit lacking, so I hope he can have this honor to worship under the master."
Shopkeeper Ye Da quickly shook his head, being as cautious as he was, he definitely didn't dare to get involved in these matters, and said evasively: "Fan Shilang is in charge of the world's money and food, and this business is bigger than anyone else. Qingyutang is just a mere district, how dare you teach me?" Young Master Fan."
Fan Xian was a little disappointed, but he was not in a hurry, thinking that according to his own plan, you, a teacher, would never be able to escape. He sat quietly on the chair, slowly mobilized the zhenqi at the snow-capped mountain, his four meridians were connected, he closed his eyes and meditated for a while, to make sure that his keen ears didn't hear anyone eavesdropping, then he lowered his voice and said, "Still There is one thing that I don’t know if the shopkeeper dares to listen, but if you dare to listen, I dare to say it.”
Seeing him so mysterious, shopkeeper Ye Da smiled helplessly, knowing that even if he didn't listen, the other party must tell. Sure enough, Fan Xian smiled and said, "I am now the coordinator of Taizhang Temple."
Seeing that he said this without beginning or end, shopkeeper Ye Da was a little puzzled, but he still respectfully congratulated him, knowing that the young master in front of him was going to be a nobleman in the palace soon. Unexpectedly, Fan Xian immediately said: "My fiancée is the young lady of the Lin family." He knew that although the dignified shopkeeper Ye Da had been sitting in the capital for fifteen years, there must have been many channels to know certain secrets many years ago.
Sure enough, Master Ye's complexion changed drastically, he stared firmly into Fan Xian's eyes, and said coldly, "What exactly is Mr. Fan trying to say?"
Fan Xian replied indifferently: "Within two years at the latest, I may be able to control the management of the internal treasury... But I know that my ability is insufficient, and my father's household department is the wealth of the country after all, and I have to manage it." It's Gong Zhicai, so I can't give me much help, and I..." He looked back at the shopkeeper Ye Da's expressionless eyes, and said word by word: "I need help, I need... your help."