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Chapter 270 Daming Museum

It was almost dawn when he returned to the East Palace. Chang Meirong had already fallen asleep. He changed his clothes and went up after his hands and feet were warm, so as not to catch the cold of their mother and child.

In her sleep, Chang Meirong frowned and shrank to a corner to sleep. Zhu Biao looked at her quietly for a while, then shook her head and lay down on her side.

Zhu Biao was hit by a board last time, Zhu Biao planned to see him tomorrow, and fell asleep with dark circles under his eyes.

At dawn, Zhu Biao woke up, frowned and sat up, Chang Meirong smiled and said, "I'm awake."

"Yeah." Zhu Biao got off the bed.

After washing and changing clothes, he took Sanbao to visit Zhu Bian.

When passing by Zhu Xi's yard, he glanced at it, and at this glance, his lungs exploded.He was so busy that day, last time Zhu Di and Zhu Min also went to intercede for him.

I protected him a lot and helped him cover up several bad things in front of Lao Zhu. Zhou Qing told himself twice that Zhu Xun was teasing the maids in the palace way, and his behavior was very disgraceful.

What a good second child, lying on the soft couch basking in the sun, the maid actually gnawed the peel of the fruit with her mouth and delivered it to him.

"Hurry up, one plate is not enough." Zhu Xi's lazy voice came.

Very good, Zhu Biao strode into the yard, and took away the fruits gnawed by the maids.

Zhu Xi's eyes were staring, he was so angry that there was nothing he could do, he just watched like that.During the Northern Expedition, Zhu Biao had already been very agile in his hands and feet. He knocked Zhu Xi's head hard, and Shi Shiran left with a plate of skinless fruits.

The prince robbed, and the irritable King Qin dared not complain.Seeing that the fruit they gnawed with their mouths was taken away by the prince, and they might eat it, several beautiful court ladies blushed and felt ashamed.

No one dared to say anything, and Zhu Xi didn't let anyone chase after Zhu Biao, so he was so angry that he couldn't help it.

The two entered Zhu Fen's courtyard, he had already walked on the ground, walking around the table, holding some antiques in his hands and muttering.

The little eunuch at the door notified immediately, and greeted him enthusiastically: "My servant has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhu Biao went into the room and sat down, put a plate of fruit and things, and asked how his injury was.

Zhu Biao looked around and sighed at the picture on the wall: "Wu Dai Dangfeng, where did this "Send the Son of Heaven King Picture" come from.

The "Taichu Calendar" of the Western Han Dynasty, "The Illustration of the Armillary Sphere", and the "Wu Jing Zong Yao" recorded the thunderbolt cannon and the sky-shattering cannon. Where did you come from? This is obviously placed in the national treasury. "

There are three whole walls in the room, full of strange objects, famous calligraphy and paintings, the most conspicuous ones are fans, swords, inkstones and pens and inks on the whole wall.

He seldom came to Zhu Bian's place, so he was a little surprised today.

"Brother, come and have a look." Zhu Bing walked briskly, and sent a red sandalwood carving of birthday stars, as well as pictures of Tang and Li Bai sending off friends, articles by famous writers from the Song Dynasty, and even Wang Xizhi's.

In the past three years, Zhu Yan has also found a lot of calligraphy and painting antiques.

"Brother, these are all in my collection. If you like something, just open your mouth." Zhu Biao brought a sword to Zhu Biao and said, "Brother, here it is."

"Third brother, you don't need to be polite. After speaking, he patted Zhu Bian's buttocks: "How about it, it's much better, this is the beating for the elder brother. "

"Brother, you and I are brothers, don't talk about this... Second brother is a coward." Zhu Yan rolled his eyes.

There are two or three guqin in front of the table, and there is a fan on the wall, which is very delicate.

Seeing his elder brother staring at the fan, Zhu Yan stretched out his hand to grab it: "Here."

Having been waiting for this moment for a long time, Zhu Biao was not polite, and held it in his hand: "The bones and sides of this fan are all first-class."

"Brother, the most valuable thing is Han Yu's inscription." Zhu Yan was very proud.

"You're welcome." Zhu Yan handed over his hands.

Zhu Biao took it: "This fan is worth a lot of money."

"What did the elder brother say, I will give all these things to the elder brother, and I will never blink." Zhu Yan's words came from the bottom of his heart.

I gave Zhu Yang medicine for wounding, but I didn't expect to get a good thing.

After leaving the door, Zhu Biao unfolded his fan, looked at the fan and said, "You, the weaving bureau supervisor, have never seen this kind of silk."

"My lord, I haven't seen this servant before, but the Shen family is a wealthy businessman in the Jiangnan area, and now it's a big silk merchant in the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau. He must have seen it."

Zhu Biao: "The third child here is full of good things."

Three Treasures: "Literati love these things the most, and often spend a lot of money to buy them."

When Zhu Biao heard this, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind: "I remember, is there a big shop in the square on the side of the main street?"

"Yes, I got it when I was copying essays with His Highness, no one dared to buy it."

The reform of the treasure banknotes is still likely to cause financial strain. If a museum is built for the things that the literati and inkmen love, and only charge those literati and gentry for selling tickets, one tael per capita is still a lot of money.

Zhu Biao rubbed his fan: "It's almost Chinese New Year, you can prepare some gifts later and send them to the Xu family and the Chang family."

"Hey." Sanbao raised his feet together and made a strange appearance.

Zhu Biao: "Go to Shen Qiancheng again, and ask him to find a box for the fan, and buy some Jiangnan specialties to send to Peiping for Miaowei."

"Okay." Sambo nodded.

Lao Zhu was not in Jinshen Palace, so Zhu Biao rushed to Qianqing Palace again.

Seeing his son coming, Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment, then laughed:

"Li Shanchang of the Baoyuan Bureau has gone to deal with it, and the Minister of Account Department of Tongbao Bank is also working on it."

"My son has other things to do."

"As long as it's not a big deal, other things are up to you."

"My son wants the courtyard in the middle street of the capital."

"That's it?" Old Zhu stopped Zhu Biao's words and said, "It's about unblocking, we're ready."

"Father didn't ask why?"

"Let's ask, what do you want to do there?"

"To be a Daming Museum."

At this point, Zhu Biao explained the original intention of building the museum and the fees for the scholars and gentry.It took Lao Zhu a long time to figure it out: "Don't bother us with such trivial matters in the future, just do it yourself."

Lao Zhu agrees that it is simple, and whether Zhu Yan would like to take it out and put it in it for people to pay for viewing, this has to be discussed with Zhu Yan.

Gu Zhen is a genius who specializes in earning money from literati and gentry.What will be sold at that time is not a ticket, but a kind of elegance.

Bring Shen Qiancheng in as a shareholder, selling off his reputation as a wealthy businessman.

Literati and gentry can visit the real product for a tael of silver, and they can show their acquaintance with wealthy businessmen and officials. They will be happy to buy it, and they will charge tea and snacks.You can also collect information.

It was getting dark, Zhu Biao and Zhu Biao were sitting in the Changle Hall, with a table of wine and food, Zhu Biao had already started chopsticks.

The little eunuch came in and lit the candles brighter.

Yu'er warmed the wine and put it on the table, then went to the inner hall to accompany Mrs. Chang.

"Third brother, elder brother will take you to earn money."

Zhu Fang looked at Zhu Biao: "Really."

"Are you willing?"

"Be willing, won't you throw it away?" Zhu Yan took a sip of wine, but he didn't dare to drink like this on weekdays, so he drank a few more glasses today.

"No, the soldiers guard and patrol."

Glancing at Zhu Biao, Zhu Biao said: "If this Daming Museum can really make money and charge for literati and gentry to visit, then I don't want my brother to share the money, as long as my brother covers me more in the future."

A word from elder brother can save my life, so I have to be kind.

"Then you have to be the owner of the shop well. When the elder brother arrives, talk to Shen Qiancheng about the operation. Clean up and renovate the shop."

"Listen to Big Brother, I will send more people to find treasures."

Zhu Biao was happy, and now there was another opportunity to make money. At that time, Li Shanchang and Song Lian were pulled over to have a look first, and then the noble children were also brought there.

In this way, these precious calligraphy and paintings and rare things can also be preserved.The province was spoiled by Zhu Yan.

He originally thought that Zhu Yan would not agree, but he readily agreed, which meant that two jars of good wine were wasted.But worth it.

Seeing him drinking, Mrs. Chang frowned a little, Sanbao said: "Princess Concubine is resting, servant girl is going to wait for Master to take a bath and change clothes."

"Go." Chang Meirong said lazily while lying on the couch.

　Ask for collection.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)