After paying the two-coin entrance fee, Xiao Yunying saw a steamed bun vendor not far from the city gate and headed straight for it.

She had walked all the way and the little porridge in her stomach had long been digested. She was so hungry that she could eat a whole cow.

How much are the steamed buns?

"Vegetarian is two dollars, meat is three dollars."

Xiao Yunying blinked. It was really expensive. As far as she knew, flour only cost six or seven coins per pound.

The woman selling steamed buns understood Xiao Yunying's expression and explained, "Miss, the city is not as convenient as the countryside. You have to buy firewood with copper coins, and you have to pay a stall fee to set up a stall. Besides, my steamed buns are made with the best white flour, they are big and have plenty of filling, and I guarantee they will be delicious."

Xiao Yunying thought about it and agreed: "Give me three meat buns."

"Alright, please wait a moment, miss."

The woman opened the steamer, used bamboo tongs to take out the buns, wrapped them up on oil paper, and handed them to Xiao Yunying.

Xiao Yunying took a small piece of silver from the purse that Mu Lianrong had given her yesterday and handed it over.

The woman exclaimed, "Young lady, my business is so small, I can't make change."

"Oh no, what should we do?"

In her memory, very few people used silver at the street vendors; they mostly used copper coins.

One tael of silver is equivalent to one thousand copper coins.

Small pieces of silver need to be weighed to determine their weight (in taels). Only proper shops have small scales; these small vendors rarely have them.

The problem now is that she only has loose change.

Xiao Yunying handed the bun back embarrassedly: "I only have silver, not copper coins. Maybe I can come back and buy some later."

The woman selling steamed buns saw that Xiao Yunying was fair-skinned and plump, looking like she had never suffered hardship or toil. Her eyes were clear and she didn't seem like the type to deliberately cause trouble or freeload. The little girl beside her kept staring at the buns and swallowing hard. Her heart softened, and she said:

"I see the child is hungry. Why don't you eat first, and bring me some when you have some."

Xiao Yunying looked down and saw Luo Xin swallowing. She did not refuse the woman's kindness: "Thank you very much. I will bring it to you after I finish shopping."

Luo Xin said sweetly from the side, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Oh, you're so sweet! You're welcome, you're welcome. Eat it while it's hot."

Xiao Yunying thanked her again and led Luo Xin away from the steamed bun stall towards a less crowded area.

The woman selling sesame cakes next to them scoffed, "Three big meat buns, given away like that. You have so much money you can't spend it all, huh? Aren't you afraid she won't come back?"

The woman selling steamed buns rolled her eyes at her. This old woman, whose business wasn't as good as hers, always found a chance to mock her.

"If I don't come back, I'll consider it a good deed and accumulate good karma. Besides, I can give my steamed buns to whomever I want, so you don't need to worry about it."

Xiao Yunying was unaware that she had caused a small argument between the two stalls. She found a quiet spot and put down her basket.

He rummaged through the baskets behind the crowd, actually taking out a pack of wet wipes from the supermarket and carefully wiping the little girl's hands.

Luo Xin squeezed the wet wipe. Strange, when she was in the basket, she didn't see anything else besides the bundle she was holding.

Could it be in the bundle?

I wiped the little girl's hands clean and gave her a steamed bun: "Eat slowly, don't burn yourself."

The little girl's attention immediately shifted from the wet wipes to the steamed buns.

Xiao Yunying wiped her hands and picked up a steamed bun to eat.

The filling was quite generous, but to be honest, the taste was just average, not particularly delicious.

You can taste the scallions and salt inside, and judging from the color, it seems to have soy sauce. That's about it.

In ancient times, seasonings were relatively simple, and the ability to achieve this flavor depended entirely on the freshness of the ingredients.

After finishing two steamed buns, Xiao Yunying felt less weak and waited for Luo Xin to finish eating.

"Are you full? Would you like another one?"

After wiping her hands clean, Luo Xin patted her tummy: "Xin'er is full."

Xiao Yunying shook her head and teased the little girl, "Then let's go shopping."

The little girl shook her head, mimicking her mother, and said, "Okay, let's go shopping."

Xiao Yunying couldn't resist pinching the little girl's cheek. She was cute, but too thin and not very fleshy. She had to find a way to help the children get some nutrition.

Leading Luo Xin along her memory, they arrived at Jinxiu Pavilion, where she had taken on embroidery work. As soon as they entered, a young woman greeted them.

"Yun Ying, why didn't you come the past few days? Did something happen at home?"

The young woman is the owner of this shop. Her surname is Cheng, and her given name is Yue.

She is three years older than the original owner of this body, and is twenty years old this year.

To be honest, Madam Cheng was a woman with a tragic fate. She lost both her parents when she was young and grew up in the home of her uncle and aunt.

Although she was an orphan, Cheng Yue was sensible from a young age, quick-witted and efficient. She was a well-known capable girl in her village, and many men came to her door to ask for her hand in marriage. When she was fifteen, her aunt arranged for her to marry a scholar.

Who knew that not long after the engagement, the scholar fell ill and passed away half a month before the wedding.

The scholar's mother was unreasonable. She insisted that Cheng Yue was a jinx to her family, and after her parents, she was now going to bring misfortune to her son. She threw all sorts of hurtful things at Cheng Yue, as if this could alleviate her pain of losing her son.

After that, whenever a family proposed marriage to Cheng Yue, this woman would run to their house, sit on the ground and cry, crying that Cheng Yue was a jinx to her husbands and that her son had died tragically.

A woman, whom you can neither hit nor scold, is like a toad crawling on your foot—it doesn't bite, but it's annoying.

No one wanted to get involved in such trouble, so Cheng Yue's marriage was postponed.

Two years later, a hunter who was an orphan and lived alone came to Cheng Yue's door and asked for her hand in marriage.

Before the news could spread, the hunter rushed to the scholar's house before her mother could come crying at the door.

She walked in and immediately brandished a knife, holding it to her second son's neck, saying that she was all alone and that anyone who dared to interfere with his marriage would have their entire family killed.