The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Pan Yun paused for a moment, knocked on the wooden board, and asked loudly, "Brother next door, when you said Yang Ji was killed, were you talking about Yang Ji, the eldest son of Prime Minister Yang?"

There was silence next door.

Pan Jun glanced around and saw that the osmanthus cake, red date cake, melon seeds and peanuts on the table were all their favorite foods, so she lifted the inside of her robe to wipe her hands. When she was about to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, Miaozhen silently handed her a handkerchief.

Pan Yun's body froze, he reached out to take it, and wiped his mouth: "Didn't you run out of handkerchiefs?"

Miaozhen: "I have grown taller and can no longer wear my old clothes, so I cut them up and made them into handkerchiefs. They are still good enough to wipe my hands."

Pan Jun stopped what he was doing silently and looked at her.

Miao Zhen assured: "It's clean."

Miaohe can guarantee it.

Pan Yun put away the handkerchief, took out a whisk from the space, put it on his arm, and stood up to go to the next room.

Miaozhen and Miaohe looked at each other and immediately followed.

"Hey!" Tao Yanbai watched them go out and wanted to follow them, but he hesitated and couldn't help but look at Hongyan and Xiaohong.

They were not interested in this and were concentrating on eating roasted melon seeds.

Pan Yun just stood in front of the door when it opened with a swish. The master and two servants inside hurried out and almost bumped into Pan Yun.

Pan Yun frowned and looked over, and saw that the person surrounded in the middle was a young man in his twenties. He was not young, but his face was full of emotions and one could tell his true color at a glance.

Pan Yun pinched his fingers and bowed his head slightly: "Blessings are born to the infinite heavenly master, why are you running away, kind-hearted person?"

She moved forward step by step, and the young man was frightened and stepped back step by step, and soon retreated into the box.

Pan Jun glanced at their table and snorted in his heart: With such a large table, you dare to say you have no money? A talisman is only twenty taels, how is it possible that you can't buy it?
You can tell at first glance that he is not sincere.

Pan Yun retracted his gaze, looked the young man up and down, and raised his lips slightly: "You are from Ji'an, Jiangxi Province. Is your surname Li?"

The young man's eyes widened: "How do you know?"

I had to please Yang Ji, mostly because I lived in the same place with Yang Ji; I didn’t want to see that big word “Li” on the inside of your sleeve, but I saw it anyway.

Pan Yun smiled and said, "I am a disciple of the Longhu Mountain Academy. My origins as a kind person are written on my face."

The two servants couldn't help but lean over to take a closer look at their young master's face, and found that it was still as fair and clean as before, and at first glance he looked like a wealthy young man, but how could they tell where he came from and what his surname was?
The old servant was a little wary and suspected that Pan Yun and his men had deliberately checked on them in order to defraud them of their money.

But Pan Yun counted with his fingers and said, "I have calculated that the good man's family has not been doing well recently. I also heard what you said just now. So, you tell me what I want to know, and I will give you a peace amulet, how about that?"

The old servant's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked before their young master could, "Free?"

Pan Yun nodded: "It's free."

The old servant pulled their master's sleeve.

Master Li hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, do you want to ask about Yang Ji?"

Pan Yun nodded: "Yes."

Master Li: "Aren't you a Taoist priest? You can figure out my origin and name, but you can't figure out Yang Ji's?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Can someone provide me with Young Master Yang's birth date and horoscope?"

That’s definitely not possible. Who would tell others their birth date and horoscope?

Mr. Li understood that the person was not present and without his birth date, it was impossible to calculate.

Master Li looked at Pan Yun cautiously and asked, "Why are you asking about Yang Ji?" Seeing that he was hesitating, Pan Yun simply said, "I had a small grudge against him. I heard from the neighbor that he died, so I wanted to find out about it to make myself happy."

Upon hearing this, Master Li immediately became enthusiastic: "That's right, Yang Ji is dead, and was sentenced to hanging. His death was tragic. The Taoist's revenge has been avenged."

Pan Yun: "Then Prime Minister Yang..."

"Prime Minister Yang died of illness," Master Li said nonchalantly, "He died of illness on the second day of the first lunar month, and Yang Ji was executed on the fifth day. People say that he was angered to death by Yang Ji."

Pan Jun looked dazed. "The second day of the Chinese New Year? It was the second day after I left Beijing..."

Although she had expected it, she still couldn't help but feel dazed.

"Yes, his reputation was ruined in an instant," Master Li shook his head, "It can be considered retribution."

Pan Jun came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

"If it weren't for his connivance, how could Yang Ji have been so arrogant and domineering in Ji'an for so many years?" Young Master Li complained, "My family has fields and shops, and we have been living a good life, but Yang Ji is too domineering. If I don't send him festival and birthday gifts every year, he will hold a grudge. Our small business can't continue at all."

"Today, it was just a backlash, but it also implicated my family," Master Li sighed heavily, "It's bad luck, it's really bad luck."

Seeing that Pan Yun didn't look happy, the old servant quickly changed the subject: "Master, you just said you were sending a talisman..."

Pan Yun came back to his senses and took out a talisman for them: "Yes, I'll give you a peace talisman."

Seeing the simple talisman paper that was only the size of a palm, the master and his servants were a little unhappy: "Why is it such a talisman?"

Pan Jun blinked: "What kind of talisman do you want?"

The old servant took out a piece of paper and said, "Look, this is a peace charm that costs forty taels. Taoist priest, you didn't just draw this charm to fool us, did you? You can get one for a hundred taels in the Taoist temple."

The talisman he took out was as long as two palms and as wide as two palms. The edge of the talisman was sprinkled with gold powder, making the talisman paper look golden and sparkling...

Pan Jun frowned and looked at the rune. Well, the rune did contain Yuanli, locking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within it. It was a second-grade peace talisman, comparable to hers.

Pan Yun glanced at the shabby talisman in his hand and said seriously, "Although my talisman paper is not as good as it, my rune is not bad, and the effect is the same as it."

The master and his servants were all silent, and in the end the old servant accepted it reluctantly.

Forget it, they are all free, why do they want BMWs?

Pan Yun returned to his private room from the next room. Tao Yanbai looked up and said, "Didn't Junior Master go there to sell talismans? Why are you back?"

Pan Yun: "They don't believe it in their hearts, forget it, let's look for other business opportunities."

Pan Yun touched his chin and said, "I didn't expect that just because I didn't go back to Mount Longhu for the Spring Festival, a new talisman paper would be released and spread. If you want to do business, you have to keep up with the times."

The waiter led the people to bring the dishes.

Pan Yun immediately picked up the chopsticks and said, "Let's eat. After we finish eating, we can go to Shenxian Building to see what good things they have."

Several people and monsters agreed.

Last year, several batches of extremely high-quality talismans appeared at the Longhushan market, stealing some of their customers.

Although the number of customers coming from the Shenxian Building was too small to be counted, they still had a sense of crisis and immediately improved the talisman paper.

All the collected talismans were classified and repriced.

The purchase price of talismans drawn by Pan Yun was reduced by one to five taels, depending on the actual quality.

The talismans of the same quality as hers in Shenxianlou generally increased in price by one to twenty taels because of the change of talisman paper. (End of this chapter)