As Yunling listened to Zhang's detailed account, she couldn't help but place her hand on the back of her hand to offer comfort.

Zhang grasped Yunling's hand in return, a smile gradually spreading across her face.

“But I think your father is a good man. He always blushes when he talks to me. He is also considerate and gentle. At that time, I told myself that I have never gambled before. This time, I might as well take a gamble. If I lose, I will accept the loss.”

"Because the date of the wedding was different from the previously agreed date, many things had to be prepared on short notice. I remember it was a bit comical when your two uncles carried my dowry to the Yun family in a cart."

"A basket of dried fish, a basket of sweet potato noodles, two pieces of wild boar meat, two baskets of rice, two sickles, a hoe, two pheasants with their feet tied, two ducks with their necks coiled, a dressing case, and two bolts of cloth."

"On our wedding night, the pheasants and ducks left a whole room full of poop."

Yun Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, but then she thought of her father and quickly bit her lower lip.

"So, Grandpa, it really was your marriage to bring him good luck that cured him?"

"I think so. I remember the next morning, your grandmother told us to climb onto the roof and call out to him, saying that the louder we called, the less his soul would dare to go far, and it would slowly come back."

“We shouted all day until our voices were hoarse. We walked into the city during the day, and the doctor at Ren'an Hall said it was very strange. Your grandfather’s fever had gone down and he had survived, but his leg could not be saved.”

"Your grandmother quickly pulled us down to kneel, thanking the doctor and the sorceress repeatedly."

Yunling's eyes also welled up with tears. She could imagine the immense pressure her mother-in-law had been under at that time.

“After your grandfather woke up, your father went to work at the Fu family business. On the second day of the first Lunar New Year, he returned to his maternal home and paid off the three gold pieces he had previously owed. The following year, he brought back the betrothal gifts he had previously owed.”

After listening to Zhang's description, Yunling was deeply moved, but because of her status as a daughter, she couldn't very well criticize people for being good or bad, or for right and wrong. So she simply held Zhang's hand tightly.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Yunling opened the door with ninety banknotes, only to unexpectedly run into Yun Ruoxia, who was standing outside the door.

"Auntie, are you looking for your mother?"

Lost in thought, Yun Ruoxia hadn't noticed Yun Ling's movements when the door suddenly opened, startling her greatly.

"I...I...I..."

“Mother is inside, you can go in and find her.”

"No, I... I'm looking for you. Didn't you say you were going up the mountain to gather herbs? I just wanted to see if you had finished."

Yunling had no doubts and nodded, saying:

"I've finished picking them, Auntie, you can go ahead now, I'll be right there."

"OK."

Yun Ruoxia replied, feeling heavy with each step she took. They were a family, a real family. Her elder sister and she were even closer by blood. She shouldn't be worrying about these things. If she married into the Qin family in the future, they would have even fewer opportunities to meet.

Yun Ruoxia felt a tightness in her chest. She couldn't help but recall how Yun Ruochun had taken care of her before Zhang Shi married into the family. Yun Ruochun hadn't let her do any of the hard work and had always given her the best food. She should be grateful.

Thinking about it this way, Yun Ruoxia felt that she should also buy some dowry items for Yun Ruochun, so that she would have something to remember her by in the future.

After figuring it out, her steps became quick and light, as if she had grown a pair of wings on her back, and her greeting to Lu Yinghuai was light and airy.

"Lingniang, did your aunt find some money?"

"No, right?"

Yunling immediately looked behind her, then to her left and right, and seeing nothing, she handed the coins she had been saving to Lu Yinghuai.

"Please help us secure those two estates, young master. There's no need to send the land deeds over separately; I'll go to the trading company to get them from you."

Lu Yinghuai accepted the paper money, leaned inside, and spoke with a hint of complaint.

"On such a hot day, you've even skipped a cup of tea?"

"There's still some left in Xiaobai's bowl, do you want some?"

This man's carriage was like a treasure chest, with everything he could want. Why would he need to ask her for tea? More importantly, she was busy and had no time to entertain him.

Lu Yinghuai smiled faintly and remained silent, knowing that this person was really busy, so he stopped teasing her. After saying goodbye to Xiaobai and Dahei at his feet, he got into the carriage and left.

His departure took another two days.

As wool felt and cowhide thread were supplied to the Fan family one after another, finished products were produced by Bingniang and Fan's eldest sister-in-law.

For some reason, Yunling always felt a sense of anxiety as she approached success. She was afraid that the price would cause controversy and that delivering the goods to her door would be a waste of effort.

Therefore, she drove her horse-drawn carriage to the paper mill early in the morning.

But Song Xiaoliulang wasn't there. Instead, Master Song and Song Jiasanlang were enjoying tea in the courtyard. As soon as they saw Yunling, Master Song, with his greasy hair and slippery face, revealed his greasy face like a toad lurking in the ground.

Yunling felt goosebumps rise all over her body. She didn't want to get involved with Master Song, nor did she want to get involved in any trouble, so she quickly greeted the third son of the Song family:

"Uncle Song, good day."

Song Jiasanlang's hand paused, and the teacup he was holding near his lips stopped in mid-air. He looked at Yunling and asked:

"You...you know me?"

"That day, I went with Young Master Lu to Uncle Song's estate to get wool. It happened last year, so it's understandable that Uncle Song doesn't remember."

Song Jiasanlang muttered "get wool" to himself, thought for a while, and then suddenly laughed:

"Oh, you're one of Huai-ge'er's men."

Yunling disliked being labeled with such and such names, but looking at the sullen face of Master Song beside her, which resembled a walnut kernel soaked in oil, she felt that it was no big deal to be talked about like that, so she smiled and nodded.

"What brings you here? Are you looking for Xiao Liu for Huai-ge?"

"I wanted to ask Song Xiaoliulang to publish some things, but I didn't expect him to be out. I wonder if there is anyone else who can do this?"

Song Sanlang put down his teacup. Seeing that Yunling was sensible enough not to reveal his affair with his mistress and break the rules, he took pity on her.

"Let me write it for you. What do you want to publish?"

"Thank you, Uncle. I will officially sell the new 'Zhaoyeqing' fashion show items. One set will only cost 160 coins."

Song Jiasanlang listened and nodded, then suddenly gasped in shock.

"Are you the female owner of 'Zhao Ye Qing'? Is your aunt currently engaged to the Qin family?"

"Young man, you've got potential."

The grease on Master Song's face instantly disappeared.

"I'm on good terms with Master Qin, so it seems we're family."