Chapter 61 The old shop in Xiushui Street

The two countries have diplomatic exchanges and the mission's itinerary in Beijing was already determined. Logically speaking, people with identities like Fan Xian will definitely have corresponding accompanying personnel around him when they are walking in Beijing. Fan Xian himself is very afraid of this arrangement. Although permanent officials have already started negotiations, he still came to the Ministry of Rites after permission from the Northern Qi royal family.

In the secret agreement, Yan Bingyun was exchanged for Shawn and Si Lili. Qingguo had suffered a great loss, so Fan Xian was anxious to find the executor who was hiding in the dark. But unexpectedly, the nominal Shu Yilang of the Ministry of Rites, the real deputy tutor of the Northern Qi Jinyiwei, actually avoided him!

It seemed that the other party wanted to delay for a few more days. Fan Xian was furious and waved his sleeves out of the Ministry of Rites, and ignored the officials of Qi State. At the Ministry of Rites, Lin Jing had already rushed over from the Honglu Temple and quietly shook her head at Fan Xian.

The four of them got back on the carriage, and Lin Jing said, "Wei Hua Shaoqing, has disappeared since he left the palace, and I don't know where he went."

Fan Xian sighed and said, "It is probably the same everywhere else. The people of Qi want to delay for a few more days."

"What are the benefits of delaying for a few more days?" Wang Qinian frowned and said, "Anyway, they always have to hand over the people, and I don't believe they can continue to drag them down."

Fan Xian shook his head: "We must fish Yan Bingyun out as soon as possible."

"How to get it?"

"Go to Weihua's house."

"Changning Marquis' Mansion?" Lin Jing said in embarrassment: "That's the Queen Mother's brother. We foreign envoys are rushing to go rashly. It is a big taboo. It is not in line with the system, and I am afraid that many things will happen."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "It would be even better to let the censors under the Emperor of Northern Qi go to court to attend the court and the Changning Hou and the other to connect with foreign countries."

After the plan was made, the carriage left the ritual office of the Ministry of Rites, and the imperial guards were naturally following him. There were some secret spies who seemed to passers-by in the distance. Wang Qinian sat in the carriage, but he could smell the smell of those people from afar, and said to Fan Xian softly: "Mr. Tisi, it should be the Jinyiwei people who followed us."

"Anyway, with the Imperial Guards accompanying you, are you still afraid that we will get lost?" Fan Xian said softly: "Don't pay attention to them. The most important thing is, don't rush to contact the people in the Northern Qi Dynasty in the hospital these days. It would be bad to bring unnecessary risks to those spies."

According to the orders of the court, the Northern Qi spies staring at the mission group were also a little strange. Why were these envoys from the south interested in going shopping after leaving the Ministry of Rites? They were also shopping in the most luxurious and luxurious Xiushui Street in Shangjing. The streets sold luxury items like glass products, which were not affordable for ordinary people.

A secret spy frowned and said, "Why do these southern barbarians want to visit Xiushui Street?"

The subordinates around him replied: "It is rare to go abroad, so of course you have to buy some good things to go back. These Nanmans are now rich. If you don't buy some glasses, how can you explain to your family?"

"Idiot!" The secret agent in front of him cursed: "The glass in this world is made by Nan Qing, so how can they buy it in Beijing?"

There are not many people in Xiushui Street, but the people of Qi who are walking inside are all big belly and women with beads and hairpins. You can tell at a glance that there is not much silver in your pocket, but the silver notes must be much thicker than the books at home. Those shops are made along the street, with a little distance between each room, not far or near, just right.

The signs are even more conspicuous, placed vertically outside the store, painted with black paint and gold characters, but the ground-based golden characters have gradually faded, but the rich owners seem to not want to change them. After a closer look at the signature, they realize that the signs have been quite old. People who inscribe inscriptions are often a generation of celebrities from a hundred years, or even hundreds of years ago. The reason why the golden characters are gradually faded is that these merchants want to deliberately create a kind of ancient servants' style of being honest and showing off the atmosphere of a century-old store.

Only the seven shops in the middle of Xiushui Street are unique, with signs all horizontally. Although they are not brand new, they look much lighter than the surroundings. Some of these shops sell glass products, some sell soap and other things. Some sell perfumes, some sell cotton cloth, and some drinks. The most surprising thing is that there is a one that specializes in toys.

Several carriages stopped at the intersection, and were escorted by the Imperial Guards and soldiers. This type of carriage even surpassed the first-class princes. However, all the local merchants on Xiushui Street were still proud, and no one came out to welcome the guests. Just the four people who were waiting for the carriage to get off one by one.

The four of them walked all the way to Xiushui Street and finally stopped at the door of the house selling cotton cloth. The young man, who was extremely handsome, touched his head, seemed to be a little confused about why cotton cloth could be considered a luxury.

After entering the store, the boss explained to these distinguished guests: "When it comes to growing cotton and cotton cloth, it is said that a genius named Wang did it hundreds of years ago, but the method gradually disappeared, so no one used it anymore. It was not until twenty years ago that our old boss was talented and could pick up this method again. Please see, this cotton cloth is warmer than silk, cheaper, and it is of high quality, even compared to Nanqing Kyoto, it is not much worse."

The pretty young man seemed extremely interested and said, "Give me a foot to try."

The shop owner turned dark and heard that the other party had a Nanqing accent. He cursed and said, "It turns out he is a fellow villager. I said, "How can we come to the Northern Qi Dynasty to buy cotton cloth? What's more, others buy it in bundles. What's better for you, let me try it?"

The young man smiled, apologized, left the store, looked up at the words on the signboard, frowned, and said, "This word is really ugly."

The shop owner was furious and scolded: "This is written by our shop owner. You, a guy who doesn't know the goods, quickly retreat!"

The young man smiled and led his three subordinates to a shop next to him. This young man was naturally Fan Xian. The ugly words he said were naturally the ink traces left by his mother many years ago. They were not much different from the words on the letter in the box - they were exactly the same ugly!

After walking for a while, Fan Xian realized that these shops were all industries opened by the Royal Merchants of Nanqing in Northern Qi. Of course, more years ago, these should have been the Ye family's industries. Just looking at the things sold, you will know that my mother must have earned from the nobles in the world back then.

Walking on Xiushui Street and walking among the signboard of his mother's inscription, Fan Xian was a little confused and seemed to be unwilling to leave again.
Chapter completed!