Early the next morning, Han Bairen went to Jingzhao Mansion early, while Han You didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning.
Wang Hai, who was waiting outside, heard the commotion, pushed the door open, and waited on Han You to dress and cleanse his face.
"The master told me before leaving the house that if the young master leaves the house, the young master will be with you."
Han You asked in confusion: "Why do you let me follow?"
Wang Hai smiled shyly: "The young one is very skilled and clever."
Han You asked seriously: "Are you... clever?"
Wang Hai was more serious than Han You: "Youngster...isn't he smart?"
Han You was speechless. He did have to go out to do some things today. Of course, he needed manpower to do things, but Wang Hai was not the best choice, and he was not enough to get angry.
After just thinking about it, Han You suddenly felt that it would be good to take Wang Hai with him. After all, the other people in the house were either missing arms or legs. After leaving the house, would they serve him, or would he serve them?
After going to the dining room to find some food for the two of them, Han You asked Wang Hai to take the baggage from the bedroom.
After taking the baggage filled with linen paper, the two left the mansion and headed towards Nanshi.
"Master, should we go to Liuhua Pavilion today?"
Han You rolled his eyes: "Apart from Liuhua Pavilion, is there no serious place for me to go?"
Wang Hai thought for a while: "Are you going to the gambling stall?"
"Which gambling stall are you going to? Let me ask you, is there anyone selling books in Beijing?"
Wang Hai shook his head. He usually stayed away from such low-life places.
Books are actually a kind of luxury jewelry for the ancients.
Nowadays, the books of the Zhou Dynasty are all hand-copied, not printed. Ordinary people may not be able to see a book in their lifetime, let alone touch it. Only the rich and powerful can read the books.
However, there are also book sellers in Beijing. Those are the places that sell the four treasures of the study and rare antiques. They sell books, not specifically books.
"Forget it, let's talk about it in the afternoon."
Han You thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Tailongfang to see the Ninth Prince first, and see if we can deal with it."
Tailongfang, south of Nanshi, has six out of forty mansions. It cannot be lived in unless it is a nobleman from Tianhuang, or an official of the third rank or above. All dignitaries come and go. Even the soldiers patrolling the streets have to walk with their eyes on their toes, panting. Don't dare to speak loudly.
If you bump into a noble person, you will easily be beaten by two people if you look at him even more. It is not impossible to kill the nine tribes by accident.
Han You was in front, wearing a white robe today. Wang Hai was half a step behind, wearing regular clothes and a coarse linen robe.
Summer is terrible and the heat is overwhelming.
"That's right." Han You suddenly asked, "What's the name of that kid running a horse race in broad daylight in Bei City?"
"Ryuushiro Yanagisawa, whose father Liu Wenguan, the head of the Ministry of Industry, is a horse rider, a horse rider, not a racer."
"A sixth-grade manager is still the director of the Ministry of Industry. The child committed a crime and the fourth-grade young minister came to protect him... No, can you walk side by side with me? If you always walk behind me, I am afraid that you will pounce again. I have two swords."
Wang Hai was born in the military, and he didn't know if it was a habit in the past or it was just like this in daily life. He wanted to walk close to the wall when he walked.
Since he was superior to others, he was naturally half a step behind, but Wang Hai was used to Han You's "lack of tune" and kept up quickly.
"I can't figure out the connection even though I'm a young man. He's just a young minister from Dali Temple, but the prince actually sent his adopted son to protect him. It's really puzzling."
"Who says it's not the case?" As he walked, Han You frowned and asked, "Is there any relationship between the three of them, the principal Liu Wenguan, the young minister of Honglu Temple, Mr. Wu, and the Ninth Prince?"
"The public has never heard that the Ninth Prince is a figure in the clouds. How can he have anything to do with this little master?"
"Yeah, that's strange. By the way, do you need to bring gifts when you come to apologize?"
Wang Hai looked thoughtful, and after a moment: "It should be."
"Is that still appropriate?" Han You rolled his eyes: "Dad, have you ever made amends when you offended others?"
"Of course I have to apologize. More than a month ago, I asked for leave. A chief of the Ministry of Personnel did not approve the note. After being insulted by the master, the chief went to the superior to report the evil. When the master returned to the capital and learned about the matter, he went to the chief in person. Come to your home to apologize."
"Oh, dad can still take the initiative to apologize?" Han You was quite surprised: "How good is the apology?"
"The other person was very scared."
Han You: "..."
Wang Hai gave a dry laugh. If the job is so big, no one will accept it, so just accept Han Bairen.
Others went there carrying gifts to apologize, but Han Bairen went there carrying a coffin to apologize. When he got to the place, he kicked the front door open, threw the coffin and laid it down, and he would die in front of others who dared to deduct money.
In the end, the head of the Ministry of Civil Affairs not only "generally forgave" Han Bairen, but also offered him three large sums of money.
Han Bairen said that he sprained his foot when he kicked the door and wanted to see the doctor.
Stopping, Han You hesitated.
He did have a banknote, but it was too tacky to give him a banknote directly, and it was money for running away. After all, the other party was a noble person from Tianhuang. It was his first time to meet, so he should give him some expensive gifts.
Looking sideways at Wang Hai, Han You asked: "What is the most valuable thing in the house?"
"coffin."
Han You was stunned for a moment, and almost choked to death at this sentence. To apologize and send someone a coffin, is this an apology or a collection?
Wang Hai was right, the most valuable thing in the Han family was really a coffin, made of golden nanmu and passed down from ancestors.
Han You's grandfather joined the army and became a general. He went to kill the enemy outside the pass and narrowly escaped death. His grandmother sold the gold and silver jewelry that were also passed down from generation to generation and bought a fine coffin, waiting for the old man to come back after his death.
He died, but he didn't come back. He died in battle outside the customs, and there were no bodies left.
Later, Han Bairen also joined the army and went outside the customs. Han You and his wife placed the coffin in the main hall and waited for the military report to come back to collect the body.
Unexpectedly, Han Bairen came back, and Han You's mother died of excessive worry. She used a thin coffin. This golden nanmu coffin has become the most valuable property of the Han family.
"Forget it, he is the prince after all, and he doesn't look down on vulgar things."
Han You chuckled: "What we focus on is sincerity. Face is nothing. Life is more important. Let's go and come to apologize."
The two continued walking towards Tailongfang.
To take Tailongfang, you need to pass through Nanshi.
The Southern Market is not as good as the Northern Market. The Northern Market is close to the city gate and has all five elements and eight works. It is full of people from the capital and is very lively.
Nan City is deserted, but it is a place where dignitaries come and go. In addition to wine shops and tea shops, there are hundreds of shops selling rare antiques, silk and satin porcelain, poetry and calligraphy. It can be said that even the women in the brothels here look down on their counterparts in the North City. .
Everyone knows that the owner of the Nanshi shop is closely related to the adults above the court. Ordinary people will be patrolled even if they enter the Nanshi shop, not only to take a look, but also to enter the Nanshi shop. The street warriors scolded and drove them away.
Han You and Wang Hai were a bit eye-catching. It was the hot season and they were already sweating profusely after walking for half a mile.
You should know that everyone who comes to this southern city rides in a sedan chair, so there is no chance of suffering from the scorching heat on foot.
Many soldiers couldn't help but take a second look when they saw him. If Han You hadn't been dressed as a scholar, he would have stepped forward to interrogate him.
At the center of a country, nobles, court officials, barefooted people, three religions, nine streams, and thousands of industries are all in the same city, but class is everywhere, even on the ground beneath their feet.
