Yan Ming went, there was no news for more than a month, it was not easy to go out of the door in ancient times, there was a patrol inspection department along the road, not to mention, strangers had to go to the yamen to register and seal every place, explain the reason, which is equivalent to the blind flow of people in later generations being sent back to their hometowns. The road is also unsafe, there are a lot of robberies and robberies, especially when a person goes out, it is easy to be regarded as a fat sheep, coupled with inconvenient transportation, this year is indeed not the kind of travel and leisure in later generations, it is really a chore.

Zhen Qian originally wanted to arrange one or two people to accompany Yan Ming, but was stopped by Wang Qun, the reason is very simple, first of all, this will make Yan Ming think that he does not trust him, and secondly, Yan Ming himself did not make such a request, Yan Ming, who has a somewhat arrogant personality, went out with the idea of visiting relatives and friends, and it was inconvenient to have outsiders around him.

Xing's birthday is getting closer and closer, this day from the Qin family sent a wooden box, open it to see that it is a variety of fans, there are a few bamboo, wooden, and a bone, the snow-white fan is not good-looking, but there is a small wooden fan with more than a dozen beautiful feathers, which looks colorful under the light.

"Lang Jun, what is this?" Xiaozhu saw Zhen Qian playing with a very peculiar-looking object in his hand, collecting them one by one, and kept shaking them in front of him, fanning a cool wind, and said very curiously.

Zhen Qian handed the fan in his hand to the two little girls and said, "This is called a fan, it is an object that cools down in summer, you two try it!" ”

Xiaomei opened the fan like Zhen Qian, fanned it a few times in front of her, and closed the fan like Zhen Qian, and found that this fan was indeed easier to carry and simpler than the fan used before, and the fan surface was very large, and the wind coming out of the fan was also strong, but the snow-white fan surface did not have any decorative patterns, which seemed a little monotonous.

At this time, Xiaozhu's eyes fell on a fan studded with feathers, reached out and took it, put it in his hand and played with it, his eyes lit up and said, "Lang Jun, this fan is so beautiful, can you give it to me?" ”

Zhen Qian snatched the feather fan from Xiaozhu's hand, knocked it on the top of Xiaozhu's head with the fan, and said: "This feather fan is ready to be used as a birthday gift for the Xing family, if you want to wait for the next batch of fans to be delivered, let you pick a few!" ”

When Xiaozhu heard that it was a birthday gift for the Xing family, he muttered a little: "The rest of the fans look too plain, they don't look good at all!" ”

"You know what?" If it weren't for the fact that the fans of later generations were mainly plain noodles, Zhen Qian would also feel that there should be something left on these fans, but the literati would not think so, if it wasn't for some famous ink treasure, it would be even more difficult to sell on the fan, so he patiently explained: "This kind of fan is like this, you can write some good words and famous sentences on the fan, and you can also draw a favorite pattern, but if the unknown person scribbles on it, it makes people feel a feeling of blockage?" ”

Xiaomei thought that this seemed to be the truth, so she said: "Then what if I can't find a celebrity's calligraphy, or my calligraphy is too poor?" ”

"There's no way", Zhen Qian shrugged his shoulders and said: "For example, I want to leave ink treasure on the fan, but I can't do my calligraphy, so I can only find a person whose calligraphy is passable to help, and wait for the next opportunity, or make friends with people who are good at calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, and then ask someone to help, but leaving words on the fan does not necessarily require how deep the calligraphy attainments are, but it is just to express the inner emotions!" ”

The literati of this era did not have the hypocrisy of the late Qing Dynasty, but some people had great revenge, even if they could not enter the prime minister, they would go around fighting for righteousness.

Xiao Zhu and the two naturally wouldn't discuss anything about the literati taste with Zhen Qian, so they played with the folding fan in their hands and said, "Lang Jun, you are going to give this feather fan as a birthday gift for the Xing family, isn't it a little shabby?" ”

Xiaomei also felt that a feather fan as a gift was a little lighter, bamboo skeleton, more than a dozen good-looking feathers, and the folding fan was also a novelty object, which was worth one or two hundred wen in total, and some of the face of the Xing clan was worried: "Lang Jun, if you don't add some other things, the Xing clan will definitely attack Lang Jun at that time."

What can the criminal clan do if he is unhappy, whether he is troubled or angry, this is all expected.

"You two don't have to worry about this, I'll have my own way?"

Xing's birthday is a major event in Zhen's mansion, and it wasn't until three days ago that Zhen Qian was notified of this matter, and the time card was just right, and if you want to say that there is no problem in it, you don't believe it.

Seeing that the Xing family was about to celebrate his birthday, the Zhen Mansion was busy all of a sudden, although it did not reach the point of exaggeration such as the lanterns, but the sound of Zhen Fuzhong preparing a birthday gift for the Xing family had reached Zhen Qian's ears, this family had prepared a jade Guanyin, that family found a few good palace smoke yarns, and some people found the lacquer plates of the previous dynasty, each of which was much better than the gifts prepared by Zhen Qian.

Xiaozhu came back from outside to inquire about the news, with an anxious look on his face, when he thought of the gift that Zhen Qian prepared for the Xing Clan, his heart went up and down, although the relationship between the two sides was tense, but he still maintained respect on his face and did not tear his face, at this time, Zhen Qian sent the feather fan up Didn't he hit the Xing Clan's face?

Early this morning, Zhen Qian got up early as usual, and stood in the courtyard after exercising, Wang Qun walked up and whispered a few words in Zhen Qian's ear, usually Wang Qun, the big housekeeper of the Zhen Mansion, never cared about the things in the inner courtyard of the Zhen Mansion, but today there are many rich ladies in Zhending City who will come to the door to congratulate the Xing family on his birthday, and Wang Qun, the big housekeeper, will naturally be sent at the gate of the Zhen Mansion.

"Uncle Wang, go get busy! I'll be over in a minute! Zhen Qian nodded in response.

There was nothing to do in Zhen Qian's courtyard today, but the Xing clan still sent someone to tell him not to walk around in Zhen's mansion at will, so as not to collide with the female relatives who came to the mansion today to celebrate his birthday.

"You two come over for a moment?" Zhen Qian beckoned to Qin Meng and Wang You, "Have you remembered what you explained yesterday?" ”

"Remember!" The two said in unison, and saw Zhen Qian wave his hand, and without any more orders, the two quietly went out.

Seeing the two leaving, Zhen Qian walked up to the small building, washed up again, was cleaned up by the two little girls, and shook it impatiently, wearing a round-necked green shirt in the summer, although the material is also silky, there are three layers inside and out, and the head is also combed, and the hair is tightened and hurts, I wonder if the two little girls intend to take revenge on themselves today, or want to see how ugly they are today, so they don't want to say angrily: "You don't want me to make a hot soup before I arrive in the inner courtyard today*****