It was already midnight when Yang Fan returned to the courtyard of the ironmaking workshop. Through the moonlight, he could clearly see that the courtyard had been tidied up.
There are people on duty at the gate of the yard and the gates of various warehouses. When he saw Yang Fan, he bowed and saluted, calling him Master. Yang Fan became more and more satisfied with Zhao Fu. After eating, he immediately arranged everything in order.
Three guards were arranged to stay in the concierge.
The concierge is on the east side of the gate. As soon as you enter the gate, you are faced with a screen wall. There is a door on the left. Turn left into the front yard.
To the south of the front yard is a row of upside-down houses. In the middle is a long and narrow courtyard, with a wall on the north side. In the middle of the wall is a hanging flower door.
The wall is actually the wall of the south gallery of the inner courtyard. Entering through the hanging flower gate is the inner courtyard.
There is also a door on the right side of the main door. There are houses on three sides when you enter, and a small patio in the middle. This side is the concierge, so there are three people in one room. They are the gatekeepers.
According to the rules, the concierge is not allowed to enter the hanging flower door.
Yang Fan walked into the hanging flower door, walked along the corridor to the main room of the north house, entered the main room, and saw the lamps lit inside.
Two girls aged fourteen or fifteen were sitting on chairs, leaning on their necks with one hand, dozing off. Hearing the knock on the door, he quickly got up and stepped forward to salute.
Yang Fan didn't expect there was anyone in the room. He looked carefully and saw that although the faces of these two girls were thin, they were still delicate. Although they were not as good as Lin Yueru, they were younger.
There is no ugly girl in eighteen years. Youth is the real beauty.
Yang Fan suddenly felt that there was something strange about these two people.
"Hey, you two raise your heads," Yang Fan said in surprise.
Yang Fan was a little dazed looking at the two identical faces.
"Are you from this courtyard? What are your names?" Yang Fan asked.
"Xiangying, Xiangyi has met the master. I told him that my sister's parents were both domestic slaves who signed a death contract, and we are the slaves born in the family."
After Yang Fan was surprised, he calmed down. He had experienced too many things today, and he didn't have much thought for these two little girls.
The sisters helped Yang Fan change his shoes and take off his coat. Yang Fan was very sleepy and was about to go to the bedroom to sleep when he found two girls following him into the bedroom.
Yang Fan said in surprise: "Why don't you go to bed and follow up?"
The two girls blushed with embarrassment, and one of them, who was bolder, said, "Mr. Zhao asked us sisters to warm the master's bed."
Yang Fan was furious, how old was he? This old beast can kill such a young child. I must give him a scolding tomorrow to stop him from doing this useless thing.
I have so many secrets, and I dare not let irrelevant people get so close. If you don’t have anyone you completely trust around you, it’s better to be careful in everything.
Yang Fan made up his mind that in the future no one would be allowed to enter the second hanging flower gate without his permission.
I also need to plug the second door from the inside.
"I don't need anyone to serve me here. You can go back to sleep," Yang Fan said with a straight face. "Also, please tell Manager Zhao that no one is allowed to enter the second door until I tell you. You will live in the upside-down room from now on. You are not allowed to enter the backyard unless I tell you."
The two women bowed their heads in response, turned around and left the door.
Through the thin translucent window paper, Yang Fan saw two little girls with their heads lowered, fear on their faces. I went to the east wing and carried my quilt to the front room.
He seemed a little uneasy, not knowing what he did wrong to make the master angry.
Yang Fan sat on the bed, looking dimly at the moon in the sky through the thin window paper, and sighed, not knowing how to go back.
When Yang Fan's mind was empty, wisps of moonlight began to loom towards the ring surface again. Yang Fan subconsciously touched the ring surface with his fingers and murmured: "How to open it?"
Suddenly, there was a chaos of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and a door of light opened in front of him.
Yang Fan stood up all of a sudden, how did he open it, what did I do just now. Recall it carefully, step by step, yes, touch the surface of the ring with your right index finger, and then think "open" in your mind.
Yang Fan touched the ring surface with his hand and thought of "close it".
The light door disappeared instantly.
Yang Fan was overjoyed and finally found a way to open the light door.
He continued the experiment, touched the ring surface, and thought in his mind, "Go back."
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Fan suddenly found that he was back at the construction site, the place where he disappeared. It turned out that the coordinates he returned to were the place where he left.
Then if I go back to the Ming Dynasty, will the coordinate be that bedroom?
Yang Fan looked at the Ming Dynasty clothes he was wearing, touched the ring face, and thought again, "Go back."
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Fan returned to the bedroom again.
It’s done, damn, stop playing, pack up your things and run away, go back to modern times, no longer need to worry.
No, since I can leave at any time, why should I be afraid of danger? If there is danger, I can disappear directly.
I figured it out, wouldn't it be fun to travel between the two sides? You can stay wherever you want.
Just do it, but I need to go back and take a look first. Sell a set of armor to get some money.
Yang Fan quickly found his old-fashioned camouflage uniform and found that it had been washed clean by the twins. He put on his clothes in a hurry, folded up a set of Eight Banners armor, packed a big bag, and carried it on his back.
Start the ring.
The light and shadow changed, and Yang Fan returned to the construction site.
Look at the sky, the time on both sides is synchronized, it is also midnight here, the fifteenth moon is big and round, and the fifteenth full moon is on both sides.
Yang Fan hurriedly walked out of the construction site with a big bag on his back. It was hard to tell if he was regarded as a thief.
I hailed a taxi on the road and got into the car.
The driver of "Where to Go" is an old man. asked casually.
"Go to Chaoyang and find a cheap hotel."
"Okay, let's go"
Yang Fan leaned back on the back seat with his whole body relaxed. It felt so good to be back, indescribably relaxing.
Looking at the imperial capital at midnight through the car window, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the streets are deserted, and occasionally there are vehicles passing by quickly. Make a rustling sound.
It's great to be back.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of a hotel. Yang Fan took a look, Yoshi Hotel.
"It's clean here and it's cheap. It's less than three hundred yuan a day. Do you think it's okay?"
Yang Fan made an OK gesture and got out of the car with his things.
Yang Fan went through the check-in procedures and paid a ten-day deposit.
As soon as I walked in, I threw my 40-pound bag onto the sofa.
Yang Fan lay sprawled on the big bed without taking off his shoes. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he soon fell asleep.
This was the first time I had a solid sleep after traveling through time.
When I woke up, it was already past ten o'clock the next morning.
Stretch out, it’s so comfortable.
The breakfast provided by the hotel was past its time, so Yang Fan simply stopped eating.
I picked up my baggage and took my room card with me, left the hotel, took a taxi and went straight to the largest Baoli Auction Company in the Imperial Capital, and perhaps the largest in the country.
Yang Fan walked into the lobby on the first floor of Baoli Building with an anxious mood.
The five-story hollow hall is paved with expensive stone and the marble pillars are illuminated. The hall is filled with well-dressed business people in suits and leather shoes. The ladies also have exquisite makeup, wearing designer dresses and carrying expensive bags. .
Yang Fan had never been to such a high-end place in his life. He left the countryside and went to work on the construction site. Although we are in the same city, it seems like two worlds.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
Yang Fan turned around and saw a beautiful woman with exquisite makeup and a gray suit asking herself.
Wearing a name tag on his chest. It should be the front desk staff of the building, looking at myself here in a daze. Come and ask about the situation.
"I, I have some antiques that I would like to have appraised. If possible, I would like to hand them over to your Baoli Auction House for auction."
"Baoli Auction House is on the tenth floor. You need to make an appointment with them before you can go in. Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I came directly," Yang Fan said awkwardly.
"Then I'm very sorry. Without their people to take you in, you won't be able to pass the turnstile."
"I don't have their contact number. Can you do me a favor and give me their contact information?"
"Sorry, I can't help you"
At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties, accompanied by a female secretary carrying a document bag, had just come down from the elevator. He happened to see the furoshiki that Yang Fan was carrying. He stared at it and looked at it carefully.
"Mr. Guan, the car is waiting outside."
"No rush, let's go take a look first."
