On a dark and windy night, there was a knock on Magistrate Xiong’s door.
The old concierge, whose sweet dream was disturbed, stuck his head out in annoyance.
Zhen Sanlang's father came in person, wrapped in a fox fur cloak, with a large bucket of stewed mutton soup behind him.
Zhen Sanlang's father wrapped himself tightly in his fox fur coat and nodded and smiled flatteringly to the doorman of the prefect Xiong. "Eating mutton in early winter will keep you warm all winter. This bucket of mutton is not ordinary. It grows on rocks and eats medicinal herbs from the mountains. The skin is sticky and the meat is tender. It was boiled for an afternoon and only a little salt was sprinkled on it. It is so delicious that it makes you want to bite your tongue off. The adults have worked hard to keep watch all night, so why not share this bucket of mutton soup with them to warm their bodies?"
Zhen Sanlang bent his waist, raised his eyeballs, and looked a little puzzled.
The concierge widened the door to make it easier to receive the mutton soup.
The mutton soup made the concierge look better.
Father Zhen smiled and arched his back, stuffing something wrapped tightly in brown paper through the widened crack of the door. "Please be sure to pass this on to Lord Xiong, he will definitely like it!"
"What is it?" the concierge asked hoarsely.
Father Zhen said quickly, "Today, the rice paper that Miss Xiong wanted to buy but failed to do so was accidentally obtained by my unpromising youngest son."
The concierge nodded thoughtfully and opened the door wider.
Zhen's father was in high spirits, and hurriedly stuffed a heavy sachet into the brown paper. "My surname is Zhen, my given name is Youqian, and I'm a small salt vendor at Longchuan Creek Wharf. This sachet is for you all to eat meat and drink wine, eat wine and drink meat!"
The doorman was like a black hole. With his two hands outstretched, he instantly swallowed up all the gifts within a three-meter radius of the doorman.
Seeing the doorman collect the things, Zhen's father bowed and walked out with a flattering smile.
Zhen Sanlang glanced at the tightly closed gatehouse and muttered, "A few gatekeepers, are you worthy of being called adults?"
With a palm as big as a palm leaf fan, Zhen's father slapped his son's neck in an instant, "A seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister! This prefect's gatekeeper has a lot of knowledge! Who can get the inner court's report! Who's gifts can see the light of day! Who dares to accept! Who dares not accept! Who comes frequently! Who suddenly becomes distant! A gatekeeper can tell half of the officialdom in Xuancheng Prefecture! Do you think he is a sage? "
Zhen Sanlang screamed and covered the back of his helpless neck, like a free-range chicken with its wings grabbed, "What if he swallowed the things we sent him?"
Father Zhen grabbed the free-range chicken by the neck and yelled, "I traveled all over the country to support you in your studies, but you chose to ride a pig! The concierge wants to have a full meal every day, not a full one! You feed the concierge first, how can he steal food?"
Zhen Sanlang shook his shoulders and said, "Can this thing we gave you reach Lord Xiong?"
Father Zhen looked back at the tightly closed five-row nail door, tilted his goat beard, and smiled, "Ms. Xiong has always been low-key and introverted, and usually doesn't express her preferences. What does it mean that she made a move in public? Doesn't it mean that Mister Xiong wants it? I understand this principle, but doesn't the gatekeeper understand it? How dare the gatekeeper hold that thing?"
After a pause, he hooked his son's neck and dragged him out, "Whether we can get the ticket to Dongduan River or not, whether the brothers can drink and eat meat in the next three years depends on this! Let's go! Let's eat mutton and drink! You stupid son of a bitch, you are really unlucky!"
Ten days later, tickets for the eastern section of Longchuan River were issued.
Zhenji Salt Shop was listed prominently in the list.
Zhen's father was overjoyed. He hugged Sanzi's head and said in a friendly manner, "Does the back of your neck still hurt after being beaten?"
Zhen Sanlang: Thank you, Dad. The scars on my body have long been healed, but for the scars on my soul, I will not accept any compensation other than an increase in pocket money.
At the same time, the exhibition of the "Chen Ji" silk-carved Shan Hai Jing clip-painting series has already ended.
After five days, ten to twenty pieces of silk-carved Shan Hai Jing clip paintings were sold every day.
The candles in Huajiantang, which served as an auction venue, were removed, the palace lanterns were taken back, and the real flowers and velvet flowers were preserved. The real flowers withered, but the velvet flowers were carefully collected, in the hope that they would be dazzling again next time.
"Fubai" resumed normal operations.
On the first day, the place was packed with customers, all of whom came for the Xuancheng-famous carved rice paper with Shan Hai Jing inlaid on it.
"I want two pieces of rice paper with Nine-tailed Fox carving and painting on it." The visitor was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her arrogant look matched the gilded hem of her skirt with rich glazed patterns that was faintly visible between her skirts.
Xianjin smiled, and flipped through a few pages carefully behind the counter, saying sincerely, "I'm sorry, we're out of stock."
The little girl was stunned, "Then I want deer fish."
Xianjin flipped through a few more pages and said, "Sorry, we don't have any stock."
The little girl frowned and said, "Then it's Fuzhu with four horns!"
Xianjin didn't even bother to look at it, and said directly, "There's no stock either."
The little girl frowned, and finally vented her emotions completely, "Why is everything out of stock? You don't want to sell it! What's the point of opening a business? I took a carriage from the neighboring Huai'an Prefecture for a whole day, and my back is almost broken! I don't care! Find it for me! I want the nine-tailed fox! I want the deer fish! I want the Fuzhu!"
Which little girl doesn't want these three beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas? These three are the best-selling IPs that have been carefully selected and selected! They are cute and strong!
Xianjin smiled and said, "I'm sorry, we are only making one cut of the exhibits for the 'Floating White' exhibition, and they will be sold out while stocks last. If you really want it, you can ask which households have won the bids for these cuts of rice paper and see if they are willing to part with it."
Just one cut?!
Just one cut?!
The little girl wanted it even more.
But finding someone to do business with is not very realistic.
Most of the people who can afford to buy the exhibits are either rich or noble, so how could they be willing to sell them at will? Even if they pay more, it would probably be difficult!
The little girl stood in front of the chest of drawers, hesitating with her head down.
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