Urgently looking for a woman to bring good luck
After considerately leaving these caring words behind, the mother and son went out to do their work.
A family of several people needs to eat, and sitting idle is not a solution. The money that Su Qingli gave them in their pockets is all used up, so are they just waiting to starve to death?
The poverty and destitution he experienced when his house was first raided seemed like yesterday. Su Zhaoming didn't want to live such a miserable life.
Like his father Su Huaihai, who is idle, he is a man of ideas, and Mrs. Su is willing to respond to him.
Su Qingli sat at home all day, thinking about going out to do the sachet business tomorrow. Her repeated illnesses had already delayed the progress of selling the sachets.
Before Wang Laowu comes, she can sell all these sachets and raise some money.
So, Su Qingli came to Wanhe Building.
"Miss Jiang, where have you been these days? Why didn't you even say hello to our boss? You just disappeared without a trace?" the waiter complained.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sick and can't continue to play at Wanhelou. Qingzhu was so flustered that she forgot to come to Wanhelou to inform the owner. I wonder if you still need a musician?"
Su Qingli immediately apologized with a smile. She urgently needed the help of Wanhelou to sell out the sachets as soon as possible.
The one who came out to chat with Su Qingli after parting the door curtain was the graceful Chunhong. She noticed that Su Qingli came alone and said, "Since you're sick, it's not your fault. Wanhelou is not unkind. Why didn't the girl next to you come with you today?"
"Miss Chunhong, Qingzhu has gone back to his hometown for something. I don't know if he can continue to follow me in the sachet business in the future." Su Qingli sighed, her words a mixture of truth and falsehood.
"Without Qingzhu, who will sell your sachets?" Chunhong's eyes widened and she was immediately shocked. Qingzhu was a maid in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Although she was an old servant of the Marquis' Mansion, her slave contract was still in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Could it be that something had happened between Fu Xuechen and her? Chunhong was as meticulous as her master, so she had to look elsewhere to think carefully about the matter.
"I'll have to trouble Miss Chunhong to help me with this. I play on the stage from morning to night and have no time to sell sachets." Su Qingli's mind raced, thinking only of selling all the sachets.
Then, he immediately moved with his family so that Wang Laowu couldn't find him. It seemed that Wang Laowu was a bully. Even if he paid off his gambling debts, he would probably still rape decent women.
"I can indeed help you with this small favor. From what Miss Jiang said, I understand that you are in dire need of money."
Chunhong was very smart and immediately captured the useful key information.
"To be honest, Miss Chunhong, I'm in trouble. My father is a gambler and owes a lot of debts. The debt collectors are cruel and are about to find my home. I'm really desperate..."
At the end of her words, Su Qingli was completely speechless. She was now extremely helpless. Her speed in becoming self-reliant could not match the speed at which her father, Su Huaihai, squandered the family fortune.
The family was originally impoverished and lacked a source of money. The father, Su Huaihai, was also addicted to gambling and owed gambling debts everywhere.
"Miss Jiang, it's just a small matter, not worth mentioning. I'll help you sell the sachets. Don't worry. If you have any difficulties, you can discuss it with us. The person in charge of our Wanhe Building is reasonable and a good person."
Chunhong showed sympathy on her face, took Su Qingli's hand and spoke softly.
Su Qingli thanked him again, and at Chunhong's signal, she sat behind the Handan screen with her pipa as usual, plucking the strings skillfully with her delicate fingertips.
Chunhong entered the inn's accounting office and said, "Old Li, go inform Master Liu and tell him what happened."
Shopkeeper Li responded and did as he was told.
Su Qingli played until noon, when Qi Jinqian appeared in the restaurant and asked the waiter to order a large table of dishes and wine.
"Go tell your shopkeeper that Miss Jiang is my friend and I'd like to invite her down to have a simple meal with me. Here's some silver. Give it to your shopkeeper and ask him if it's enough. If not, I can add more."
Qi Jinqian waved to the waiter and placed two silver ingots on the table.
"Miss Jiang, there's a friend of yours downstairs. Please step down and have lunch with him. It's time for lunch. Shopkeeper Li said he'd let you stay with him for an hour, and you shouldn't waste your money."
Chunhong came on stage to replace Su Qingli. She didn't look well and her body might not be able to bear the performance.
"Thank you, Miss Chunhong."
Su Qingli stepped out from behind the screen and walked down the stage. She looked in the direction of Chunhong's finger and saw Qi Jinqian appear before her eyes. "Sixth Young Master, why are you here?"
The exquisite guest table was filled with fragrant food and the wine was crystal clear, it was Wanhelou’s signature wine, Yu Lu Niang.
"I was in a bad mood, so I came to see how you were doing at Wanhe Building. I came here twice a few days ago, but the owner said you were no longer at Wanhe. I thought I would never see you again."
Qi Jinqian kept drinking, one glass after another, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.
Su Qingli saw that he was not in a good state, as if he had a lot of thoughts in his mind. He had just been drinking alone. "Thank you for your concern, Sixth Young Master. I am doing well. Is there anything bothering you?"
"My leg disease recurred, and no medicine was effective. I went to the temple to pray. The temple master read my fortune and advised me to find a woman to bring good luck, which would help prevent the recurrence of my leg disease."
Qi Jinqian said this with a wry smile, then continued with a worried tone, "But when I think about it, how can I, a useless cripple like me, harm other women?"
"Sixth Young Master, your Qi family has plenty of money. It shouldn't be difficult to find a woman to bring you happiness. As long as you pay enough, you can find any woman you want."
Shopkeeper Li walked over with a smile and personally served Qi Jinqian the food. He placed a plate of meat in the middle of the table and placed a set of bowls and chopsticks in front of Su Qingli's chest.
Qi Jinqian raised his head and drank a glass of wine, each word he uttered was filled with the elegant aroma of Yulu wine. "That being said, I still don't want to hurt the girl."
"But what about your leg disease? If you don't find a woman to marry you, will you live in pain for the rest of your life? Sixth Young Master, I have heard about your leg disease. Every time it strikes, the pain is so severe that you can't eat or sleep. It's extremely agonizing. Do you agree or not?"
Shopkeeper Li sighed softly, looking as if he was moved by sympathy.
"I... really can't say it!" Qi Jinqian held the wine glass, stared at the empty glass, and said with reluctance.
"Isn't there a ready-made person in front of you? In my opinion, Miss Jiang and the Sixth Young Master are a good match. She might be willing to help you with this big favor." Shopkeeper Li's eyes fell on Su Qingli.
"What do you mean?" Qi Jinqian pretended to be confused.
"Shopkeeper, please don't make fun of me. The Sixth Young Master and I are just friends. Marriage is about mutual affection."
Su Qingli smiled in surprise and shook her head. She had never had any feelings for Qi Jinqian. She had only taught at the Qi residence and they were just acquaintances.
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