Chapter 547 I'm Not a Stingy Person

Seeing this, Song Chunxue had a guess in her mind.

The man next to Yao Man looked familiar; I think his surname was Jiang.

Why introduce her to me?

Given Yao Man's personality, she's probably trying to get closer to Lord Xie.

Yao Man's business doesn't need someone like Lord Xie yet, but she needs the guidance of this businessman who has been in Jincheng for a long time, so she's using her as a favor.

Song Chunxue was inwardly resistant, but still wore a smile on her face.

"I heard there's going to be a war, so I came to buy some noodles. I guess the price will go up." As she spoke, she walked up the steps of the noodle shop. "You guys keep busy, I need to go back and make lunch for my child."

"Hey, Sister Song, wait a minute. This is a member of your Jiang family. Get to know him; it'll be good for you in Jincheng. Sanwa will be in government soon. Since ancient times, officials and merchants have always been inextricably linked..."

“Yao Man, you know my temperament. Sanwa has just taken office, and you’ve also heard about Lord Xie’s temperament. He can’t stand these kinds of things. I owe Lord Xie enough favors, and I don’t want to bother him with the things he hates most under his nose,” Song Chunxue said directly and decisively. “But I can tell you Lord Xie’s address. He lives in the courtyard next to where the second and fourth sons live.”

Yao Man looked at Jiang Shaozheng with an awkward smile, "Sister Song, I didn't expect you to refuse so decisively. This Mr. Jiang Shaozheng is a local of Jincheng. Since you'll be settling down in Jincheng in the future, you'll inevitably need someone to look after you..."

"I'm sorry, I don't like beating around the bush. In the end, you still want me to introduce you to Lord Xie, but we haven't even sorted out our relationship yet. Do you want me to owe you a favor?" Song Chunxue found Yao Man somewhat unreasonable. "Yao Man, don't you think you're making things difficult for me?"

Just as Yao Man was about to say something, Jiang Shaozheng laughed and said, "I understand, I understand. Don't be angry, sister-in-law. I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought it was a rare opportunity to meet someone from the same clan. It wouldn't hurt to get to know each other. Maybe we even share the same lineage."

As he spoke, he looked at Yao Man and said, "Manman was too anxious. She was only trying to help me."

"..." Good heavens, hearing that "Manman" made Song Chunxue's toes curl up instantly, and her back teeth itch.

Alright, mind your own business and live to be a hundred.

She just doesn't like social interactions.

Having your own kids and relatives is enough of a headache, not having to deal with all this unnecessary stuff.

What does her family matter? If Song Chunxue weren't somewhat useful, would this Jiang guy even give her a second glance?

She's lived this long, and she still doesn't know what the point of claiming kinship is?

It's all about profit. Does she need a distant relative?

“Okay, then you all get back to work,” Song Chunxue said as she stepped across the threshold, then suddenly remembered something. “By the way, Yao Man, Mulan discovered that the accounts for the last three months are not right. The accountant may have falsified the accounts.”

Yao Man forced a smile. "I know, Sister Song. I'll be going back in a few days. I was thinking that if I were honest, you might help me out. I was careless and didn't think that far ahead. I'm sorry, Sister Song."

“It’s not that I’m unwilling to help you, but you overestimate me. Sanwa became a Jinshi through his own examination, and I already felt that was too much of a burden on Lord Xie. You’re asking me to take people I’ve only met a few times to Lord Xie for no reason. And then what?”

Song Chunxue spread her hands, "You don't even have the most basic sincerity. You're not even willing to say why you want to see Lord Xie. If you bring up anything too offensive, how am I supposed to explain it to Lord Xie?"

"Whose face doesn't matter, Yao Man? Don't you realize how angry I am? You've never learned to respect me at all. All your kindness comes in kind, so why is mine worthless?"

"..." These words made Yao Man's already displeased face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Sister-in-law, it doesn't have to be like this, Manman..."

"Shut up. Since you're family, speak frankly. You've gotten the benefit and you're still acting innocent. I know what kind of person Yao Man is. I understand she doesn't like what I'm saying, but can you guarantee that when I take you to see Lord Xie, you'll treat her well and be at her beck and call?"

Jiang Shaozheng opened his mouth, but when he saw people coming and going staring at his face, he bit his cheek and his expression became sharp.

"You can't. Don't think I can't see it. Didn't Yao Man tell you what I do?" Song Chunxue said coldly. "You didn't care at all."

Yao Man looked at Jiang Shaozheng in surprise, but the man subconsciously avoided her gaze.

“I respect her way of life, but you don’t care about this girl at all.”

Yao Man lowered her voice, "Sister Song, don't say anymore, let's go first."

Song Chunxue looked at Jiang Shaozheng and said, "If you want to ask someone for a favor, show some sincerity. Don't treat people like fools. I used to think you were an honest businessman."

Yao Man grabbed Song Chunxue's arm and walked away, saying, "Don't say anything more, Sister Song."

They sat down at a noodle shop far away, and Song Chunxue didn't even bother to talk to her.

She wouldn't have turned against her if she hadn't repeatedly hinted that she didn't want to help her.

"Originally, it was your business, and I shouldn't have interfered, but once I've said it, I can't take it back. Do whatever you want." Song Chunxue picked up the vinegar pot and poured it into the bowl, then scooped up a large mouthful of noodles with meat sauce and fed it to her.

Hmm, it's a bit salty, it seems like something's missing.

"Shopkeeper, do you have garlic?"

If it's not particularly salty, you can skip the garlic.

"Yes, just a moment."

Before long, the shopkeeper placed a bowl of garlic in front of her.

Song Chunxue had a good appetite and ate a couple of bites with garlic, then suddenly remembered that she should abstain from meat.

Forget it, it's too late.

"I'm sorry, it was my oversight. Sister Song, please scold me if you want."

Song Chunxue took a bite of garlic. "Never mind, it's too hurtful."

Yao Man was feeling sad, but now she burst into laughter through her tears and covered her face with a handkerchief.

“Sister Song is right, I was too hasty.” Yao Man took a deep breath. “I’ll go back tomorrow and come back in a while.”

"Well, that's for the best. You didn't get what you wanted this time, but good things often come with difficulties. That person actually still has some conscience. I'll just curse him, and you can still go to him next time."

Yao Man paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Actually, he's the most conscientious person I've ever met. Don't laugh at me, that's all I'm capable of. Sister Song, will you still consider me a friend?"

"It depends."

"Thank you, Sister Song!" After saying that, Yao Man got up, hugged her, and ran out. "I'll come find you."

Song Chunxue continued eating her noodles, two cloves of garlic per bowl, and a bowl of clear soup. It was comforting.

Just as I was about to pay the bill and leave, a person dressed in a dark green embroidered bamboo robe sat down opposite me. I looked up and sure enough, it was Xie Zheng.

"Huh?" Song Chunxue was surprised. What was he doing here?

"Actually, you can ask me for help. Just let me meet them. No matter what unreasonable demands they make, whether I agree or not depends on Xie's opinion. You can do me a favor and gain two favors in return. It's a win-win situation."

"..." Judging from Xie Zheng's words, he had seen her cursing in the street.

"I wouldn't be so petty about a friendship that's been through thick and thin with you."

Just as Song Chunxue was about to get up, Xie Zheng pressed her hand down with his chopsticks and said in a gentle voice, "Don't you want to hear where the Daoist has been these past two years?"

P.S.: Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, a joyous family reunion, peace, health, and prosperity.