"Tell you the boss, the fat sheep went to Jingde Temple to burn incense and fulfill the wish the day after tomorrow. You can prepare it. After the matter is done, my young master will never treat you badly!"

"We are the leader of the family. The rules of Green Forest do not tie up the red tickets. This time, it is an exception for your young master. It is not good to get the reputation out. You have to add another 100,000 yuan!"

"Add 100,000 is 300,000, why don't you grab it?"

"If this matter is done, your young master will make both wealth and sex, and the profit will be more than one million. We will only get 300,000, which is not much!"

"I can't make the decision!"

"Then find someone who can make the decision to speak!"

...

In the dilapidated temple, two men argued fiercely, but in the end they did not reach an agreement and parted in an unhappy manner.

When they left, a broken mat under the broken wall next to them suddenly lifted from inside, and Yang Fan turned over and stood up.

Although he heard a few words, he could also guess their dirty things. But Yang Fan was too busy to take care of himself now, so he didn't have the energy to meddle in other people's business.

Xiao Budian went out to help Yang Fan get his household registration and identity certificate early in the morning. He is a local, and he can do it with some money.

Yang Fan was waiting in the dilapidated temple. It was almost noon and Xiao Budian came back.

Yang Fan had been looking forward to him. When he saw him coming back, he hurriedly went up to him and asked him if he had done it.

Seeing Yang Fan's anxious look, the little guy was very proud. He reached out to take out a piece of paper and a bronze medal, and swayed in front of Yang Fan's eyes.

"Is it a household registration?" Yang Fan immediately guessed and reached out to get it.

"That's right! Household registration and identity cards!" Xiao Budian nodded, but refused to give it to Yang Fan. Instead, he looked up at Yang Fan and said, "I spent a whole ingot of silver to get you a household registration and identity cards. Why do you thank me?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely pay you a piece of silver!" Yang Fan smiled slightly, a little anxious, and then reached out to bypass Xiao Budian and grabbed the hand behind him.

"That's not OK! A ingot of silver is not enough for me to run errands!" The little guy deliberately refused to give it to Yang Fan, and liked to see him anxious.

"I'll give you ten silver dollars!" Yang Fan increased his bargaining chips and attacked left and right with both hands. He had a high arm, and his small figure was immediately picked up by him.

"No! One hundred ingots!" Xiao Budian said with his neck tilted to Yang Fan, and continued to dodge left and right.

"One hundred ingots! No problem!" Yang Fan didn't care how much money a hundred ingots of silver was, but he agreed without hesitation. He just wanted to get his household registration and identity card immediately.

But the little Budian believed it and smiled and said, "You are stupid, that's a hundred times!"

Yang Fan took advantage of the fact that he was not paying attention to his little one, and then smiled and said, "Whoever treats me well will be good to him a hundred times! If anyone offends me, I will return him a hundred times!"

Yang Fan is either alarmist, that is his personality.

Xiao Budian was stunned for a while, then jumped and said, "That relationship is great! I will be a servant for you for one day, and you will be a servant for me for one hundred days! If I am a servant for one year, you will have to be a servant for me for one hundred years!"

At the end of his speech, Xiao Budian couldn't help laughing.

Yang Fan, who was checking his household registration and identity card, suddenly staggered and almost fell into trouble when he heard this.

After putting away the household registration and identity card, Yang Fan immediately straightened his back, no longer having to worry about being reported when he went out, and he hid everywhere from the officials' door.

Yang Fan had no money, so he was naturally a little bit of lunch. Yang Fan didn't say this, but remembered it in his heart, and he should repay the kindness he received from others.

As for where Xiao Budian got the money to help him get a household registration and invite him to eat buns, Yang Fan also asked indirectly. Xiao Budian just vaguely said that he had used the jade pendant left to him by his mother, which made Yang Fan feel guilty for a while and swears that he could help him redeem the jade pendant as soon as possible after earning money.

After lunch, Yang Fan decided to go out to find a job.

After asking several families, the other boss immediately bombed Yang Fan away when he saw that he was wearing beggar costumes.

Xiao Budian got a pack of melon seeds at some point. While eating melon seeds, he looked at Yang Fan's joke. Finally, he couldn't help but shout: "I said Brother Yang, if you wear this kind of work, no one wants you!"

Yang Fan also realized that he was penniless and could not afford decent clothes, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Come with me!"

Xiao Budian shouted and led Yang Fan to a tailor shop.

The owner of the tailor shop saw two beggars coming to the door, and was afraid of affecting the business, so he immediately drove people away.

Little Budian took out a small piece of silver with one hand and waved it in front of the tailor shop owner, making the other party's originally contemptuous expression instantly look flattering.

"Yeah, it's silver!" The tailor shop owner suddenly had his eyes lit up and became attentive. He hurriedly attracted Xiao Budian and Yang Fan to visit, and kept selling: "Two guys, this store has newly added a batch of high-quality silk, which is absolutely good and cheap, and you can make a profit if you buy it!"

Yang Fan didn't understand the clothes of Song people. The colorful fabrics in the store made him dazzled, so he had to let Xiao Budian come forward.

Xiao Budian chose several high-quality silks of colors in a row, which made Yang Fan roll his eyes. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "We are pure men, why buy those silks?"

"I haven't come to buy something for a long time, I almost forgot!" Xiao Budian immediately patted his forehead and said as if he was enlightened. Then he pointed to the blue silk beside him and told the boss that he wanted that.

"Making clothes is too slow. Is there any ready-made one?" Yang Fan asked. He was used to wearing ready-made clothes. He couldn't wait to buy fabrics and then cut them and sew them. He was not a slow person.

"You are so troublesome! You will die when you wait for two days!" Little Budian scolded Yang Fan mercilessly. After getting to know Yang Fan, he became poorer and no longer had the awe he had when he first met him.

"How dare you talk to me like this? You're so big or small!" Yang Fan suddenly glared and waved his hand as if he wanted to teach the child a lesson. However, the little one was not afraid at all, and directly gave him the back of his head and ignored him.

"Forget it! You eat people with short mouths! You have short hands with people! I'll endure it!"

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, giving up the idea of ​​teaching a little girl a lesson.

The tailor shop owner did have several ready-made sets of men's clothes, which were all those rich young men were not satisfied with the withdrawal, so he took them out for Yang Fan to try on.

There were regulations on the dressing of civilians in the Song Dynasty. Generally, the way to wear tops and bottoms. Men wear long tops with opposite collars or stand-up collars and paired with yellow clothes. When they live in the Yan family, they do not tie their belts, and when they go out or are in a guest, they are tied with large belts.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Yang Fan is tall and strong, and is born with a clothes rack. The Song Dynasty clothing is as handsome and energetic as it wears on him.

"Tall, handsome, it looks like a person when I put on this dress!" The little guy wandered around Yang Fan, then looked at him with a gaze and said, as if he had known him for the first time, full of surprise, and a hint of praise and joy.

"Overall, you can vomit if you drink too much!" Yang Fan grinned and joked, born with confidence.

In the end, Yang Fan chose a white robe as his coat and wore a sweatshirt inside. In his opinion, white was more crazy and sexy.

However, Xiao Budian bought several other sets of fitted robes and gave them to Yang Fan directly for changing them. Yang Fan naturally accepted this with a carefree smile.

"Little Budian, please see if there are any clothes that suit you?" After Yang Fan changed himself, he saw that Little Budian was still wearing a tattered beggar's uniform, so he suggested.

"Not rare! This beggar's outfit is comfortable to wear!" Xiao Budian'er immediately refused, without hesitation at all.

Yang Fan thought that if he was young, he could change his clothes at any time, so he didn't force him.

After leaving the tailor shop, Xiao Budian immediately pulled out his white and slender fingers and said, "I spent a total of six taels of silver. You have to pay me back 620 taels of silver in the future. I don't want the fraction. Just remember to pay me back 600 taels of silver! No! If you pay me back ten years later, it will still have to be considered interest!"

"What a little money fan! I know! I will give you back in a few months!" Yang Fan happily admired the new clothes all over his body and replied casually.

Xiao Budian said with a sly look on his face: "You don't seem to know how much money a commoner can earn by working hard in a month, right?"

"How many?" Yang Fantou asked without looking back.

"Generally, long-term workers in wealthy families pay 500 copper coins per month!" Xiao Budian walked to Yang Fan and looked at him seriously and said.

"What can I get from the money?" Yang Fan continued to ask.

"One tael of silver can be at least one thousand copper coins, or more!" Xiao Budian said, staring at Yang Fan with his head tilted.

"So, ordinary people can earn less than six taels of silver a year? I owe you - how much do you owe you?" Yang Fan calculated quickly, suddenly speaking slowed down and turned to look at Xiao Budian.

I saw the little Budian smile and reveal a row of white teeth. He continued for Yang Fan: "I owe me six hundred taels, so I have to pay it back for a hundred years without eating or drinking!"

When Yang Fan heard this, he suddenly staggered, with a look of about to collapse.
Chapter completed!