Chapter 8 Gossip

The business was thus opened up. A group of women, seeing Mu Qing's face as white as jade and his figure as slender as bamboo, were already tempted. When they saw that someone had gotten there first, they all rushed to get him.

Mu Qing still had no accuracy in his hands. Whenever he asked for a pound of meat, he would always give an extra ounce or two.

Those women were extremely tolerant of beauties and didn't mind paying an extra copper coin or half a copper coin. They just stared at Hu Xin'er's hand as she left the token, fearing that she might write one cent less, which would further distance them from being in the painting with the beauty.

In less than half an hour, all the pork on Li Sangui's stall was sold out, and even the offal that was usually unwanted and placed under the stall was bought up.

There were a few women at the stall who were unhappy because they couldn't buy pork.

Hu Xin'er smiled and said, "Everyone, please come early tomorrow."

Those women wanted to lose their temper, but seeing Hu Xiner's face, they couldn't lose their temper. Then they remembered that beauties like gentle women, so they forced themselves to put on a smile and said, "Thank you for the reminder, young lady."

After sending the group of women with twisted smiles away with kind words, Hu Xin'er turned to look at Li Sangui, who was still stunned. "Well, are you convinced?"

Li Sangui stared at the stall where a layer of oil had been scraped off, dumbfounded. "Is that it?"

Every day he sets up his stall from morning to night, but he may not be able to sell all the pork. How could he close the stall so easily today?

Even though I saw the magnificent scene just now with my own eyes, I still found it hard to believe.

"You only care about convincing or not?" Hu Xiner raised her chin, feeling proud.

Even an ancient person would not understand what the star effect is.

In later generations, there are countless star-chasing girls who spend huge sums of money just to meet their idols. A concert or a fan meeting costs at least a thousand and at most tens of thousands, and those girls don’t even blink an eye.

Times have changed, but human nature remains the same.

Li Sangui swallowed his saliva and nodded sincerely, "I accept."

Hu Xiner did not hide her method, but others could not copy it. After all, not everyone has a face as fascinating as Mu Qing's.

"I accept the loss. Prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me."

As Hu Xiner spoke, she pulled Mu Qing to the basin beside to wash the oil stains on her hands. She felt in her heart that it was really unfair for such a promising man like him to be stranded here.

This hand with distinct joints should be used for writing poetry and painting, but now it has to make a living by selling meat just to make a living. This is really wrong.

"Wait until we make money..." Hu Xiner said half of her words and didn't know how to continue. What should she do after making money?

Li Sangui finally came to his senses, "Oh my god, it turns out that women, regardless of status, like pretty boys!"

"What are you talking about!" Hu Xiner turned around and scolded.

After hearing Hu Xin'er's dissatisfaction, Li Sangui realized that what he had just said seemed to imply that Mu Qing was a gigolo. He looked embarrassed and said, "That's not what I meant!"

Hu Xin'er ignored him and turned Mu Qing's hand over and over, "Does it hurt?" When he was chopping the bones just now, the sharp pig bones scratched his hand, leaving a bloody mark.

Hu Xiner didn't notice it before, but after washing it, she found that the wound seemed to be quite deep. She held Mu Qing's hand in her hand, leaned over slightly, and blew on it gently twice.

The warm wind falls on my hands, making me feel itchy, and my heart feels itchy too.

Mu Qing's fingers curled up, his breathing became disordered for a moment, his ears turned red, and he quietly withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.

"No, it's okay, it doesn't hurt." No one noticed that his thumb rubbed the wound where Hu Xin'er's breath had passed.

Li Sangui's words offended Hu Xin'er, and he could no longer sit still. He walked over to Hu Xin'er with a palm-leaf fan and fanned her twice, creating a breeze. "Well, don't be upset. I really didn't mean Mu Qing."

"Then who are you talking about?" Hu Xiner was comforted by Li Sangui's courtesy and asked casually.

Li Sangui was not panicked. He had just thought of someone in his mind and was talking about that person.

"Lu Yunqin."

Hu Xin'er shook her head. "I've never heard of her. Does she look pretty?"

To be called a pretty boy by that burly man Li Sangui in a sour tone, she must be a beautiful girl. I just don't know how she compares to her Mu Qing.

"Who knows?" Li Sangui was very disdainful of this noble young man who came from a family of scholars and officials, a prosperous place with flowers and willows, a land of gentleness and wealth, and did not engage in farming, but only talked about poetry, books, etiquette and Yi.

"I heard he's the most handsome man in the capital. How can someone like us ever meet him?"

"My Mu Qing is the most handsome man in Shuangxi Village. He definitely can't compare to my Mu Qing." Hu Xin'er turned her head and looked at Mu Qing. "Mu Qing, don't you agree?"

Mu Qing was stunned and did not answer Hu Xiner's question. The name Lu Yunqun sounded very familiar to him, as if he had heard of it somewhere.

Fortunately, Hu Xin'er didn't wait for his answer and gossiped with Li Sangui, "You said women all like pretty boys. Could it be that Lu Yunqun has some other romantic affairs?"

"Of course!" Otherwise, how could the title of the most handsome man in the capital be heard even by the rough butchers in their small village?

While Hu Xin'er was packing up her stall, she listened to Li Sangui whispering in her ear about the deeds of the most handsome man in the capital.

Or it could be said that it was the pursuit of those women in Beijing.

For example, this handsome man is intelligent, good at writing, has a clear mind and a handsome figure, and has a good appearance and a good expression. He can be said to be both talented and beautiful.

The women in the capital were madly admiring him. Whenever he went out for a walk, countless beautiful women would rush to watch him, throwing fruits into the car. Rumors also spread that the beautiful women in the capital were infatuated with him for no reason.

The most noteworthy among them must be the third princess of the current dynasty.

This girl is of noble status and beautiful appearance. Many prominent families and powerful people have petitioned His Majesty to marry the Third Princess, but none of them have been granted, because the Third Princess is completely devoted to Lu Yunqun.

"But," Li Sangui lowered his voice, looked around, and made sure that no one else could hear him before moving closer to Hu Xin'er. "I heard that the third princess refused to marry because she was obsessed with keeping a concubine."

"Oh!" Hu Xin'er had been uninterested before, but after hearing this, she finally became interested. "Could it be that she wants to take this most handsome man in the capital into her pocket?"

That being said, Lu Yunqun is quite miserable. She is the third princess of the dynasty. Can he resist?

"That's right!" It's human nature to love gossip. Li Sangui finally found someone to chat with, and his chatterbox was completely opened. "Come on, let's go drink and talk while we drink!"

Li Sangui slapped Hu Xiner on the shoulder with his big hand like a palm leaf fan, and he could kill a fat old pig with one blow. Hu Xiner felt that the bones in her shoulder were broken by him, and she turned to look at him angrily.

Li Sangui smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't stop myself!"