[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

The coachman looked at Zijin who was standing below, and reminded: "It's time to get in the car." Wouldn't he be praised by the prince, and as for looking at his own hand in a daze, he could tell whether a flower was coming or not.

Lanyue Restaurant is in Nanshi, and the driver drove in the opposite direction.

Shopkeeper Yu in the restaurant saw the carriage of Prince Xi's mansion, and his face changed. He didn't expect the son to watch so closely, and he actually came over in person.

The people above told him that he didn't need to make false accounts recently, and he didn't do any tricks, not to mention the son, even if the emperor came, he couldn't find anything.

With confidence in his heart, he went out to meet him in person with a smile on his face.

"The villain pays homage to the prince." Shopkeeper Yu said with a smile, "Why are you here today?"

Yan An asked back with a half-smile: "Why, can't I come to the restaurant by myself?"

"What are you talking about." Shopkeeper Yu led Yan An in, "Please follow the villain to the private room on the third floor."

Yan An snorted coldly, followed shopkeeper Yu upstairs.

Shopkeeper Yu presented the ledger from the cabinet to Yan An, Yan An took it and looked it over for a while, then said meaningfully: "Business is good!"

"Where is it?" Shopkeeper Yu said, "It's all thanks to your son that the villain can manage the restaurant properly."

The two flattered each other for a while, and at noon, the shopkeeper asked Yan An if he was having dinner here.

Yan An nodded lightly, and the shopkeeper went down to order.

Xiao Er quickly brought wine and pastries, "Your Majesty, please have some snacks first, the cook is already cooking."

"Yeah." Yan An twirled the small and delicate pastry, leaned against the window and watched the horse-drawn carriages passing by, and the endless streets.

Suddenly, he saw a person standing in a bookstore opposite.

The man was tall and tall, but he was easily pushed to the ground. He didn't seem to give up, so he stood up and continued walking inside.

The ending is the same as before, the difference is that this time, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes came out, he pointed at the man, Yan An looked at the shape of his mouth, and it was not difficult to guess that they were some curse words.

The man lowered his head, stubbornly stood where he was, and did not leave.

The middle-aged uncle waved his hand, and the boy picked up the broom and greeted the man.

When people on the street saw it, they gathered around to join in the fun, but no one tried to stop it.

Yan An frowned, "Zi Jin, I don't know what happened downstairs, follow me down to have a look."

"Get out of here quickly! Don't get in the way of my business here. If you insist on not leaving, it won't be as simple as a beating."

The man was beaten into a mess, but he still refused to leave, "You said you would pay five cents for copying a set of copybooks, but I copied [-] copies in one morning, and you settled the bill for me, and I will leave."

Seeing everyone pointing and pointing at him, the owner of the bookstore glared at him, and said insultingly: "Oh! With your words that are like springworms and snakes, you have the nerve to ask me for money, don't you?" Poor and crazy?"

The man was short of breath, and couldn't hold back the curse words for a long time, but said emotionally: "Nonsense! You clearly want to renege on your debt."

The owner of the bookstore said coldly to the door boy: "Hurry up and get this poor scholar away!"

Yan An, who walked into the crowd, saw that the door boy was about to hit someone, and said loudly, "Stop!"

The owner of the bookstore looked at the source of the sound with a stiff expression on his face. The owner of the bookstore in Kyoto doesn't know the prince.

He didn't dare to do anything wrong, and saluted tremblingly: "I have seen the prince."

After hearing this, the onlookers gave way one after another and saluted respectfully.

Yan An waved his hand and said, "It's all gone."

In an instant, the crowd dispersed, and Yan An looked at the bookstore owner without saying a word, and said directly, "Return the bill to him."

After hesitating for a few seconds, the bookstore owner replied, "This... okay!", then reluctantly took out the money bag in his pocket, and gave the man a piece of silver.

The man refused to answer, "You just give it to me according to the real deal, you don't need to take so much."

The owner of the bookstore was already talking in his heart, but because the son was standing next to him, he could only ask the people in the store to give a hundred coins to the scholar.

The man collected the money and thanked Yan'an.

Yan An also intervened in this matter because he was idle and bored. He originally wanted to leave after finishing the matter, but seeing the man's clothes soiled by the broom, he couldn't help but said, "There's no need to thank you. If I go to the restaurant in front of me to have lunch with me, it will be considered as repaying my favor."

The man squeezed the money in the cloth bag with some embarrassment, "Xiaosheng doesn't have enough money at the moment, I will keep in mind the kindness of the young master, and when he becomes famous, he will definitely repay the young master."

Yan An smiled, "You don't need to pay, just accompany me to eat."

The man had no choice but to follow Yan An into the restaurant.

Back in the private room on the third floor, Xiaoer has already served several mouth-watering dishes on the table.

Xiao Er was still adding food, Yan An felt that there was almost enough food on the table, so she waved her hand and said there was no need to serve food.

Xiao Er stepped back in response, and Yan An looked at the man sitting opposite, knowing that he would not eat without using his chopsticks, so he reached out to pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

The man hadn't eaten for a day, and tried his best to restrain the speed of holding food in his hands. He was afraid that he would make indecent movements and be rude to the noble young man in front of him.

After eating and drinking enough, Yan An put down his chopsticks, took the handkerchief handed over by Zi Jin and wiped his mouth clean, then took out a large piece of silver from the brocade bag at his waist, put it in front of the man and said softly: "It is fate to meet you today. , seeing that you are an extraordinary person, I will give you this silver tael, and you can go buy some clothes to wear."

The man glanced at the money on the table lightly, and refused: "Young Master's favor, Xiaosheng has received it, but this money is worthy of Xiaosheng, so I really can't take it."

Yan An looked at the neither humble nor overbearing man in front of him, and suddenly wondered how such a person would be reduced to copying copybooks in a bookstore.

Curious in his heart, he also asked.

The man didn't hide anything, and explained the reason in a few words.

It turned out that he was a scholar who came to Beijing from the countryside to go to the examination room, but he lost his money on the way, and he missed the time of the examination by rushing all the way here.

He didn't have the face to go back, thinking about earning some money here, and continuing to take the exam next year. Who would have thought that the bookstore owner's price was just low, and he still reneged on his debt.

"Oh." Yan An nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "How good are you at copying the stickers?"

The man did not expect Yan An to ask this question, he said to himself: "As long as it is the words that the young master puts out, Xiaosheng can confuse the real with the fake."

What a coincidence, he needs such a talent right now!

Yan An asked: "I just need a capable person who can imitate handwriting. How about this, you take the money first, and follow me back to work in the mansion during this period. When the wages are not enough, I will make up for you."

The man thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

After the three of them walked out of the hotel, the man sitting upstairs by the window stared at Yan An's back with a dark gaze. He didn't say a word until Yan An got into the carriage, "Yan An, I want you to be happy for a while, and the future will be better." The days are numbered."