Xiaoyue took out four coins from her pocket, handed them to her brother, and patted the little girl to comfort her, saying, "That's enough to buy two big meat buns."

The two of them gazed at Xiaoyue's retreating figure, their emotions churning for a long time.

Actually, Xiaoyue thought of giving the two copper coins when she saw them begging in front of the cloth shop, but they disappeared as soon as she went out.

Xiaoyue arrived at Xingfei Fabric Shop. Fortunately, Yun Xingfei wasn't there, so Xiaoyue immediately asked the shop assistant, "Do you have any cheap fabric?"

The shop assistant took out a piece of cloth that looked old from under the counter. "This piece is 300 coins. It's leftover cloth from the year before last. The color is a bit faded."

The waiter wasn't one to rip people off, so he told her the truth. Xiaoyue hesitated for a moment, then slowly asked, "Is there anything cheaper?"

The young man looked at Xiaoyue's clothes and said, "Not bad."

Little did he know that Xiaoyue was wearing the outfit that Yun Xingfei had given her.

"There are some in the back warehouse, some that got soaked from the rain. 200 coins a bolt."

Xiaoyue thought to herself, "They don't even weigh it," and immediately smiled, "Could you take me to see it?"

Seeing that there weren't many people around since it wasn't market day, the young shop assistant called someone to watch the shop. He led Xiaoyue through the back door, where she entered a courtyard house with warehouses on three sides. The shop assistant led Xiaoyue to the west warehouse, opened the door with the key, and headed straight for the northwest corner.

The young man wasn't wrong; the whole rack of cloth in the northwest corner was soaked. It had marks on it like those left by a child who wet the bed—one side was a map, the other wasn't.

The waiter pointed to the smaller map and said, "These three horses in front of us are 200 coins each, and the one at the bottom is only 50 coins."

Xiaoyue touched the cloth underneath; it was covered in maps, and after drying, the cloth was wrinkled and shriveled, indicating it had been soaked.

Xiaoyue waved her hand, and the 200-coin ones were light blue, while the 50-coin ones were dark blue, both made of linen.

Xiaoyue put the cloth into her basket and walked outside, where she saw Yun Xingfei coming in through the gate.