What are you going to eat? Is your job still unfinished?"

"I could have gone to work if I wanted to, but there is no good job. I don't want to be a worker in a factory. Recently, my dad is looking for someone and wants me to go to the Children's Palace. There has been no movement for so long. I think there is no chance.

Already."

Wang Yan chuckled lightly, did not answer any questions, and smiled and greeted the people passing by.

I have really gotten to know Su Meng a lot these days. I see him almost every day, and I can say a few words if he has something to say or not. As for Cheng Jianjun, I basically don’t meet him. Anyway, in the past three days, except for the previous one

, I only saw him once.

The two of them walked back to the courtyard, and Su Meng said, "I'm going back. You stayed up all night and had a good rest."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, then unlocked the door. After entering the house and changing clothes, he put the kettle on the stove and boiled water with gas. He went to the courtyard to wash clothes, face and feet. One set was completed.

After returning to the house, the water was boiling. I soaked dried dates and chrysanthemums in water, and put a piece of old yellow rock sugar into a teacup. I ate the pastries I bought with the water and finished my breakfast.

.

Judging from their workload, they cannot stay up all night. Problems that can be solved will be solved on the spot. If they cannot be solved, they will have to wait until the next day to contact the manufacturer. So no matter what,

They could all get a good night's sleep. It was very safe last night, and Wang Yan's adaptability was so strong that even if he changed places and slept on a camp bed, he would still be able to sleep until he woke up naturally.

And with Wang Yan's energy, it didn't matter even if he didn't sleep. It was early in the morning and he had nowhere to go, so he cleaned up the desk surface, brewed a new pot of green tea, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and started writing.

Big characters...

Near noon, Han Chunming ran in with a bang: "Hey, I'm writing, Your Majesty." After saying that, he looked at the things on the table habitually, and then he got out of control.

The tea set is a complete set of official kilns from the Ming Dynasty, the inkstone is from Su Shi, the brush holder is from the late Qing Dynasty, the ink sticks are all decades old, and the writing paper is all Qianlong paper, which means that one chapter is less than one chapter.

What a loser.

After a while, Wang Yan wildly scrawled at Qinyuan Chunxue, and poured two cups of tea with a smile: "That's almost it. Even if you stare in, it won't be your fault. But it's not in vain for you to follow the Admiral.

The strength is high and you can tell at a glance.”

He also has tea sets from the Ge kiln of the Song Dynasty, but fried tea was not very popular during the Song Dynasty, so there were not many of them. The Ming and Qing dynasties developed well, and the tea sets were very complete. He was looking for a sense of elegance here.

, so I use this complete set. I just pretend to be lonely. In fact, it’s okay to take a sip or a sip from the big enamel jar, just drink water.

"That's right, I'm very familiar with objects from the Ming and Qing dynasties. No matter if it's ceramic sculptures, gold, silver, jade, or calligraphy and painting, my brother is very knowledgeable." Han Chunming chuckled and looked carefully.

Holding the teacup: "I never expected that one day, I will be able to use items from the Xuande period to drink tea. It will be worth it."

"What I'm saying is, if there's something good you can use it, use it. That's two feelings, tea is very fragrant."

"Yes, yes, it smells really good."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Don't just take care of Xiang. What do you want to do with me?"

"Ah, by the way..." Han Chunming came to his senses and said with a smile: "My job is settled. The one Cheng Jianjun and his father helped arrange in the backyard is the Yili Food Factory. Your Majesty, in the factory from now on, everything will be done for the small ones."

I rely on you to take care of me."

"No, I'm also a nobody. I don't have that much face. It's better for you to be honest."

Han Chunming smiled and didn't care. He knew that Wang Yan was keeping a low profile. After all, he had been so good since he was a child. Even if he didn't stand out in the factory, he would definitely have the ability to ensure that he was comfortable and not angry.

He said: "Your Majesty, I don't have a bicycle, and I'm not familiar with it. Can you always take me with you on Monday?"

"OK."

"Okay, just say hello to me when you leave. Your Majesty, I'm back. I have to treat Cheng Jianjun to a meal at noon. Thank you."

Wang Yan waved his hand, did not reply, and continued to drink tea and write big characters.

When one thing comes, another thing often comes, and there is always no time to relax. Just after Han Chunming left, Su Meng came out of the backyard again, passed by Wang Yan's door, and looked curiously through the open window.

I glanced over and saw Wang Yan lowering his head and following the pen.

She quietly approached, opened the window and looked in, and said in surprise: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be able to write calligraphy. It's better than what my dad writes."

"It's just not interesting. I just wrote it for fun."

"To be too modest is to be proud. If you write well, you will write well." Su Meng asked: "Did you not sleep?"

"Come in and say, stand by the window to block the light."

Su Meng rolled her eyes, but still entered the door. She looked at the environment in the house curiously, and sighed: "I didn't expect you to keep this house so clean."

"What's the matter, do I have to make this room look like a doghouse?" Wang Yan smiled and poured a cup of tea: "Drink tea."

"I won't drink it. It's over 30 degrees outside and you still drink hot tea inside. You're really cool."

"A calm mind naturally cools down, but you are still too anxious."

Su Meng nodded: "Cheng Jianjun came to see me just now and said that his father had obtained two job quotas for your factory from the street. He asked me if I would go. Seeing that everyone in our courtyard is working now, I am the only one.

I'm still at home eating my parents' food. Although my parents are willing to support me, they won't be anxious about what other people will say about me."

"There's no point in being anxious, the boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge."

Su Meng didn't answer the question, and asked again: "Why don't you go to bed? Are you going to resist until night and go to sleep directly?"

"The equipment in the factory is not always broken. We are on duty to repair the equipment, not to check the equipment. If the equipment is fine, we will set up a bed in the office to sleep. Yesterday was very good. Nothing happened at all. I slept through it

Until dawn."

"Yes, that's just because I'm too lazy to worry about it. I won't tell you anymore. Just write your big name and leave."

"It's almost noon, why are you still going out for a walk?"

"Oops, I have to go to the toilet, it's so annoying."

Listening to the footsteps quickly disappearing, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled. There was nothing he could do about it in a public toilet, so his fate with Su Meng might depend on how much water Su Meng drank that day...

After writing for a while, Wang Yan collected the things, tinkered with the big pancakes filled with cornmeal, cooked some food, and took a bite of it. Of course, even if he did it, it would be something that others would not be willing to eat, so he used seven

A steamed egg cake...

In the afternoon, when the temperature dropped a bit, he locked the door and pushed the car out of the courtyard, riding all the way to Shichahai, a street west of Prince Chun's Mansion.

This is the place where private transactions are taking place at this moment. Some people are squatting in a shady corner with eggs. Some people have something hidden in their arms and ask if they want it when they see people. There are still people holding a handful of tickets in their hands, wandering back and forth, following each other from time to time.

The person said a few words, then collected some money, counted some tickets and handed them over to others.

There are many people here to sell tickets, and only a few are here to sell things. Eggs and the like are understandable, but it is different when it comes to cultural relics. After all, this movement has been going on for several years, and it has not been confiscated in the past few years, which means that

People want to keep it, which also shows that they know the goods. They will not sell them unless they have to. But once they are sold, the price will definitely be high. Although in this era, basically how much does it cost?

Pick up leaks.

But it is also in this era, twenty, thirty, thirty or forty is already a lot of money. After all, Wang Yan only drinks tea for a month and is only twenty-six.

Moreover, some of these goods are not clean, and people are forced to do nothing. It is trivial to dig graves, so some goods may have just been taken out and are still warm.

Or it is possible that skilled people have made some fake ones to defraud money.
Chapter completed!