It's very simple, three words, describing the golden fan.

No matter in ancient times or modern times, children and women are the best earners.

It’s just a pity that the original products for noble women in the Han Dynasty were all powder and the like, and there were few new things. Therefore, when Fei Qian’s gold-painted fan series included ladies’ fans, sandalwood fans, etc.

As soon as it came out, it was immediately sought after by gentry women.

The profits derived from this are naturally considerable.

"Go to Qinglong Temple!" Zhen Mi was not at home, and it was difficult for middle-aged people to break in. It was not a honorable thing to wait, so after thinking about it for a while, he got on his horse and prepared to go to Qinglong Temple to find Zhen Mi.

Zhen Mi has a shop in Qinglong Temple that specializes in selling sandalwood fans for ladies. When middle-aged people think about it, since Zhen Mi is not at home, they probably go to Qinglong Temple. But in fact, Zhen Mi did not go to Qinglong Temple, but went to Qinglong Temple.

Another place.

The place where Zheng Xuan taught.

Zheng Xuan arrived in Chang'an, and after the initial adaptation, he gradually opened up a dojo and began to preach the Dharma. Zheng Xuan himself had a very profound study of Confucian classics, and was especially good at annotating some Confucian classics.

"Biography", "The Classic of Filial Piety", etc. are deeply studied, and the key is that Zheng Xuan's attitude towards every scholar's son who is studying is always the same. He is neither friendly nor cold, and has the air of a gentleman and is as calm as water, which makes him more and more popular.

Some of the children of the gentry went there to study.

Sima Hui, it can be said that success is the mirror of water and failure is the mirror of water.

Because before, Sima Hui took the route of knowing people and created something like "Yin Kun" or "Feng Chu". The results were known all over the world. Although he gained the reputation of superman because of this, it also attracted many nobles to come to Sima Hui.

When I was wandering around, I didn't really want to ask Sima Hui for advice, but I wanted to be the next winner of the title...

When he came to Zheng Xuan to ask for advice, Zheng Xuan could naturally answer it easily, but when he came to Sima Hui to ask for a name, Sima Hui could not give it to him at will. Comparing the two items, Sima Hui suddenly felt much embarrassed, and his heart could not help but feel greatly.

It's like thinking "who came first", but it's very helpless.

Zheng Xuan did not live in the city of Chang'an, but settled at the foot of the mountain in the western suburbs of Chang'an. This place is called Little Lion Mountain. There is a small lake on the side of the mountain, which is quite round in shape. On weekdays, the water in it is calm, like a mirror, so it is called

For small mirror color.

Next to the small mirror is where Zheng Xuan, his disciple Xi Lu and others live. There are more than ten thatched cottages, and there is a lecture every day, which only lasts about half an hour, or at most an hour. After all, old man Zheng is also old and in poor health.

Support. Sometimes I talk about rhymes, sometimes I talk about scriptures, it varies. It all depends on Zheng Xuan’s will. He never gives any notice in advance. When the nobles come, they can’t make any requests. They can only say that it’s like a daily lottery and they want to hear it.

Some courses are purely luck-based.

Most of the descendants of the gentry lived in Chang'an City or the nearby mausoleums. They rushed here eagerly in the morning to listen to Zheng Xuan's lecture. It was basically noon. Although people in the Han Dynasty generally had two meals,

For the children of the noble family, eating snacks and drinking tea cannot be called a meal, so it does not violate taboos and is not considered transgression.

So after Zheng Xuan finished his lectures, the gentry disciples often gathered around the small mirror and met to cook tea, argue, or talk about Taoism. It became another gathering point after Qinglong Temple.

Qinglong Temple is more like a super supermarket in later generations. It has everything, from gems from the Western Regions to brocades from Sichuan and Sichuan, reprints of ancient books, Cai's new books, etc., almost everything is included, and Zheng Xuan's small mirror is

It's like a private restaurant. You can't order what you want, it's all cooked by the chef, and there are no other items, so the styles are completely different and not comparable.

But people, in their nature, are somewhat "mean", and the same is true for Zheng Xuan. The more freely Zheng Xuan lectures, the more people are willing to come and win a prize every day. If they meet Zheng Xuan and he talks about his knowledge,

At the bottleneck, people who are more or less integrated will naturally spread the word of joy, so that in the land of Guanzhong, the so-called "survivor bias" of Zheng Xuan's style naturally exists among the nobles. It seems that after listening to Zheng Xuan's lectures,

It's like having a sudden enlightenment...

In normal times, there would be some bright wild flowers next to the small mirror, and the spring scenery could be appreciated, but now it is desolate, with a biting cold wind.

At the end of the month, noon was approaching. Although there was no rain or snow, dark clouds were still hanging low. The sky was as dark as dusk. The few wild flowers beside the lake also lost their bright and bright colors in the spring. I only hated myself.

There is no snowy pride of plum blossoms or the frosty appearance of camellia.

Zhen Mi was wearing a black lamb's fur and sat quietly next to the small mirror. The black lamb's fur contrasted with her delicate and fair face, making her look even more delicate. Her lips were lightly red, giving her a bright color.

Next to Zhen Mi, the obedient maid like a little rabbit rolled her eyes, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"It's such a wonderful spring time... It's time to paint..."

Zhen Mi said softly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyebrows.

"The paintings are divided into six categories, figures, houses, landscapes, pommel horses, flowers and birds, ghosts and gods..." Zhen Mi picked up the pen and painted on the table in front of her, "Unfortunately, it is easier to draw ghosts than to draw people..."

Someone is coming from Jizhou.

Back then, these guys didn't want to leave, so they let Zhen Mi go. These guys didn't want to change, so they let Zhen Mi change. These guys didn't want to sacrifice, so they asked Zhen Mi to sacrifice. These guys didn't want to betray their appearance, so they let Zhen Mi

Selling color.

Now, Jizhou is having a hard time, and has come to find Zhen Mi again, asking why Zhen Mi has not made any progress, why he has not been able to repay the family, and why he has not given up the gold-painted fan business...

The little rabbit-like maid's ears twitched as if she heard something. She stretched her neck and turned her head to take a look, and immediately said, "My dear, Madam Xin is here..."

Zhen Mi put down the pen and Yingying stood up. A smile immediately appeared on her delicate face and she stepped forward.

"Sister Zhen, why did you choose this place? The lake and hills are low, what's the point?"

Zhen Mi smiled very elegantly, and while guiding Xin Xianying to sit down, she said, "Master Zheng is here. Although the mountain is not high, it is full of bells and spirits. Although there is not much water, it can refresh the mind. What's not beautiful about it?"

Xin Xianying curled her lips, then looked at another group of noble disciples in the distance, frowned and said: "It's a pity that flies and swarms are lingering around here and causing trouble. It's really annoying..."
Chapter completed!