Chapter 48

Bai Yuanyuan and Jian Xinyi looked at each other in shock, and didn't dare to speak for a long time.

After a long while, Bai Yuanyuan finally spoke with difficulty.

"Mom, you too..."

He paused for a moment, not daring to continue.

Yuanyuan's mother looked at how embarrassed they were and sneered.

"A customer dropped it a few days ago. I looked at it a few times but couldn't figure out what it was. No one came to pick it up."

The two of them walked over to take a look and found that it was indeed the book by Jian Xinyi, and it was even a version that only illustrated the first three chapters.

"I didn't expect you to draw this. It's quite interesting."

Yuanyuan's mother put the book away again, then frowned again and pinched her face gently, "You little girl, why are you getting more and more stubborn as you grow up?"

Jian Xinyi chuckled, the scent of roses still lingering on her nose. "I just thought that if I could sell it for some money, I could help support my family."

Having said that, Yuanyuan's mother looked at her daughter again and sighed.

"Okay, then put a few of your books here first. I'll set up a shelf for you and see if they sell well. If they do, we can discuss the rest later."

Seeing that she agreed, Jian Xinyi finally felt relieved. She said that she would send the book over immediately and hurried back to talk to Lao Lin about it.

Lao Lin didn't say anything. He wiped his hands casually and ran to the back to print the book.

About half an hour later, Lao Lin held a few newly printed books and gave them to Jian Xinyi first. "Here, Aunt Renqiao, please help us. Give them some rebates. Don't be too embarrassing."

"I know."

Jian Xinyi was holding the book happily and was about to go out, but when she exerted a little force, the wound on her shoulder tore a little and some blood oozed out.

She subconsciously stopped and looked at the wound, but saw Lao Lin standing behind her quietly, not saying a word.

"Injured?"

Old Lin walked over slowly, looked at Jian Xinyi's wound, and took the book.

"I was walking and bumped into him accidentally."

Jian Xinyi was a little embarrassed. She didn't dare to look Lao Lin in the eye. She lowered her head and ran to the bedroom. "Then I'll send it over tomorrow. There's no rush."

"Forget it, I'll go."

Lao Lin called out to Jian Xinyi from behind, then walked out the door.

As the year draws to a close, the temperature drops again. Jian Xinyi takes out the bottle of medicine from the drawer and rebandages herself.

The dark green beads were icy and translucent, but at this moment, they were so cold that they could kill people.

She was stimulated by the medicine, her hand slipped, and the bottle slid straight down.

Jian Xinyi quickly turned around and struggled to pinch the bottle mouth with two fingers, finally picking it up without any damage.

In fact, it would be fine if he fell, but she just couldn't bear it.

She stroked the bottle vigorously a few times, and even though it had fallen like that, there was no crack on it.

Stubborn as hell.

She shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and went out to look around the store.

It was the spring examination time again, and there were more and more students in the store. Sometimes Jian Xinyi was busy all by herself.

After a while, Lao Lin came back from outside with some snowflakes hanging on his body.

Just as Jian Xinyi was about to stand up, Lao Lin pushed her down and said, "It's snowing again outside. Don't go out for the next few days. Take good care of yourself."

"Just a scratch." She curled her lips and turned her head away, but she accidentally saw that Lao Lin's face darkened. She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, how is the matter of changing houses that you mentioned earlier going?"

"I've settled in again for the time being. The house in the north looked quite suitable before, but I didn't know who had lived there before, so I was worried. The manager said he would arrange another place for me."

Lao Lin shook his hands and wiped them with a clean rag.

"He said if we didn't move the shop, he wanted the inner room. He also compensated us with a large portion of the silver, gave us a house, and let us work in the mansion, so I agreed."

Jian Xinyi nodded. She thought that the master must have spent a lot of money, but she didn't know why.

It's just for money, right?

Could it be related to the affairs of the court?

At this critical juncture of the New Year, Qian Yuan was named King Xing, and now there is another King Geng. The situation in the court is bound to become complicated.

The official position is not high, so it is impossible for him to keep himself clean.

Even the previous Lianguan case has not been solved yet. Could it be related to this?

So messy.

Now that I am no longer employed at the Dali Temple, many things are not clear to me.

Jian Xinyi sat dejectedly at the table, looking at the medicine bottle beside the table, momentarily distracted.

In a trance, she stood up, and the sachet hanging from her waist fell off, dinging and dropping to the ground.

"Zhuiyu, it's time to eat."

Frightened by the sudden shout, Jian Xinyi's heart skipped a beat.

Before going out, she placed the sachet and medicine bottle in different drawers.

A few days passed in a flash, and the Laba Festival was approaching. The streets were crowded with porridge stalls, and the scene was steaming hot.

The vagrants gathered in the capital also came out from the corners and onto the streets to enjoy their festival.

Along the way, Jian Xinyi was squeezed so hard that she couldn't move her feet. There were people begging for porridge everywhere, and among them were some who were well-dressed and came to join in the fun.

The sweetness tempted Jane Xinyi's taste buds, and she quickly quickened her pace and walked home.

However, they didn't expect that the porridge shop ahead had blocked the road so tightly that they couldn't move at all.

She kept looking forward, feeling a little anxious.

"Girl, here you go."

Before Jian Xinyi could come to her senses, someone stuffed a bowl of hot Laba porridge into her hand.

"Miss Qi."

The two looked at each other, both in shock.

"Today is Laba Festival. My father and I are giving out porridge on North Street. I thought I might run into you." Miss Qi smiled slightly and walked to the side of the road with Jian Xinyi. She secretly took out a few wads of money from her sleeve and said, "My business here is pretty good. I would like to ask Miss Lin for help."

Jian Xinyi took it and counted it, and found that there was forty-nine cents more than the amount she should have paid.

Seeing her slight surprise, Miss Qi quickly explained, "They are also some of my friends. Thank you for your help."

"It's not a big deal, it's just that there aren't many left recently, so I guess I'll have to wait for a while."

Jian Xinyi was naturally delighted and became a little carried away, but then she heard Miss Qi speak slowly.

"Then please send it here before the New Year. Some sisters plan to watch it while they stay up all night. We can't delay."

"Okay, but in two or three days, remember to send Aunt Yan over to take it away."

Jian Xinyi naturally agreed. Fortunately, there were only seven books, which was not a lot.

But in the future, if there really is a fire.

I guess we can’t print them one by one like this anymore.

I will talk to Lao Lin in the future and find a reliable place to print it.

Jian Xinyi drank her porridge and slowly walked towards the bookstore.

The strong cold north wind blew against her thin body. Jian Xinyi drank a mouthful of porridge while it was still hot, wrapped herself tightly in linen clothes, and walked along the street where the wind was light.

But he stumbled and the porridge in his hand fell over and spilled on the lady's clothes.

The noble lady was serving porridge when she was suddenly splashed with the half-hot porridge by Jian Xinyi. Her face turned furious and a pair of triangular eyes appeared under her thick bangs, revealing her fierce look.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's all spilled on me."

Jian Xinyi knew she had done something wrong and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll wipe it for you with a clean cloth."

The noble lady took the cloth and wiped the spilled area unhappily, "I'm really fed up with you people."

"I'm so sorry."

Jian Xinyi looked at the arrogant lady in front of her and was speechless.

If I paid for it myself or took it to be washed, I would definitely be ridiculed by her again.

And the amount was not very large, and it had disappeared visibly into the lady's dark outer coat.

But the lady was still busy wiping the places that hadn't been touched at all. She looked very impatient and even called her maid over. "Look, my coat has been splashed with water by this person. It's so infuriating."

Seeing the excitement, people around also wanted to take a look, and more and more people gathered around.

Jian Xinyi knew the stakes and thought she had done something wrong, so she helped maintain order. "Be careful, don't touch her."

At this deadlock, Miss Qi came over and asked repeatedly, "What's wrong? Did she bully you?"

The noble lady was just worried about having no place to vent her anger, so when she caught Miss Qi's words, she naturally made a big fuss about it, saying sarcastically: "Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean I bullied her? It was obviously she who bullied me."

"I'm so sorry."

Jian Xinyi was at a loss, her face flushed red, and she felt as lonely as a lone tree floating in the sea.

The noble lady stopped talking and began to wipe the jade pendant which had already dried up.

Seeing that the jade pendant was not a big problem, Jian Xinyi quickly comforted him, "The sweet soup was not spilled much, the jade pendant problem..."

"You say it's not much, then it's not much? You say it's sweet soup, then it's sweet soup? This is not something you can decide."

The lady began to wipe the coat on her hand again, and began to look at her with contempt.

Jian Xinyi was speechless when she saw that there was still half a bowl of Laba porridge left in her hand.

Miss Qi was also at a loss for words.

The noble lady still frowned, refusing to utter a single word. She clutched her outer garment and jade pendant tightly, complaining, "The most annoying time of year is giving porridge to these people. They're a bunch of untouchables. They really ruin my mood, stain my clothes, and make my eyes dirty."

Just when they didn't know what to do, someone in the crowd suddenly threw a rotten egg, which happened to hit the lady on the head.

The bright yellow egg liquid flowed down the lady's hair, and drops of it fell on her long skirt.

"Ahhhh, my skirt." The lady rushed out angrily, "Who, who of you did this?"