Fu Ciyi glanced to the side and saw that she had fair skin and a delicate profile.
Soon, he looked away calmly and said indifferently: "My mother meant it."
"oh."
Yan Funing responded and memorized the route as she walked, so that she could go to the town alone next time.
The two of them said nothing more along the way.
Another half hour passed and we finally arrived in town.
The streets in the town are paved with bluestone slabs, with gently upturned eaves on both sides, and shops are lined up in rows, with pedestrians and vendors coming and going in an endless stream.
Fu Ciyi glanced around the street and spotted a bookstore. He tilted his head and said, "Meet here in two quarters of an hour."
"Okay." Yan Funing nodded.
Watching him walk away, her eyes moved to the side of the street, where many people were squatting on the ground with different vegetables placed in front of them.
Setting up a stall like this was an idea, but she soon discovered a problem: people who came by usually just asked questions, and very few bought anything.
If she did the same as them, it would be difficult for her to sell all the oyster mushrooms in the basket within two quarters of an hour. She should go to an inn or tavern to ask.
Having made up her mind, she walked towards a restaurant in front.
Halfway through, the crying of a little girl caught her attention.
She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in his twenties hugging a little girl at the entrance of the clinic. His voice was choked with sobs: "My daughter is crying like this. Can you please be kind and help me take care of her first?"
The person in the clinic shouted back, "Look at you, it's a question whether you can even come up with a hundred bucks. What if you can't afford it?"
The man comforted his daughter and begged, "Please help my daughter treat her arm. I will definitely pay her back later!"
At this time, the doctor from the clinic came out slowly and said: "Your daughter's arm will be useless if you don't see a doctor. If you have money, go back and get it first."
Upon hearing this, the man was so anxious that he almost cried: "If I don't take a look, it will be useless. Please help me take a look as soon as possible!"
Just as he was about to kneel down and kowtow to beg, Yan Funing bent down slightly and held the little girl's arm.
Just with this touch, she knew that the little girl was just dislocated.
Then he held the little girl's wrist with one hand, supported her elbow with the other, pressed his thumb on the radial head, stretched and bent it with skillful force, and a slight snapping sound was heard.
The doctor in charge glanced at Yan Funing and said to the middle-aged man, "Your daughter's arm was touched by an unrelated person like this. It will be even more difficult to treat it."
The man said in embarrassment: "Miss, my daughter's arm..."
Yan Funing touched the little girl's face and asked gently, "Lift up your arm and see if it still hurts?"
The little girl blinked her tearful eyes, raised her arms, and suddenly laughed out loud: "It doesn't hurt anymore!"
The man asked happily, "It really doesn't hurt anymore?"
The little girl shook her head and said in a baby voice, "Daddy, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
The man pinched his daughter's elbow in disbelief, and only after confirming that the pain was gone did he remember to thank the girl who had been carrying the basket.
The father and daughter looked around, but there was no trace of the girl.
At this moment, Yan Funing had already entered a restaurant.
"Boss, these are wild oyster mushrooms picked from the deep mountains. Can you give me a good price for them?"
She put down the basket and took out a mushroom to show the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper took it, squeezed it, and nodded in praise, "Not bad, fresh and tender." He then compared the amount and said, "Since it's wild, I'll give you twenty-five cents per pound."
Yan Funing didn't know what twenty-five coins meant. She recalled the section about spending money in the book, but found very little description of prices. So she asked, "How much is a pound of rice these days?"
The shopkeeper looked at her and saw that she was not dressed like a poor person. He thought that maybe she was a rich girl who came to experience life in order to be able to manage the household in her husband's family in the future.
So he frankly quoted a price: "Ten cents a pound."
"Then do you want all my wild oyster mushrooms?"
The shopkeeper nodded: "It is indeed wild. I want them all."
Yan Funing discussed with him, "I picked these oyster mushrooms myself. Considering my hard work, can I charge thirty cents per pound?"
How could you bargain like this? It was obvious that the girl in front of him was indeed from a wealthy family and had no concept of money.
This basket of oyster mushrooms was probably picked by her servants.
The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head: "It's five cents short, young lady."
He raised his hand and asked the waiter to weigh it. Excluding the backpack, the net weight of the oyster mushrooms was 7.8 jin.
Yan Funing discussed the matter again: "Let's say it's eight catties. That's easier to calculate. A total of two hundred coins."
"Young lady, you know how to calculate!" The shopkeeper said with a smile, "As you wish, eight kilograms. Remember to bring your family to my restaurant for dinner next time."
The shopkeeper asked the waiter to collect the oyster mushrooms, and he counted out two hundred coins and gave them to Yan Funing. Seeing that she had no purse, he gave her a red rope.
Yan Funing thanked him, strung the copper coins together one by one with a red string, and put them into her sleeve pocket.
The sleeve pocket suddenly became heavy. She put on the empty backpack and went to the grain and oil store across the street holding the sleeve pocket.
I bought rice and flour at the grain and oil store, and also some seasonings. I almost spent all the two hundred coins, and had ten coins left.
Guessing that the agreed time had arrived, Yan Funing walked quickly to the street.
At this moment, the backpack was filled with twelve kilograms of rice, five kilograms of flour, and seasonings. It was so heavy that her shoulders ached.
The female supporting character's delicate body had never been able to carry such a heavy object. After only a few steps, she was out of breath.
Fu Ciyi had been waiting for a while. When he saw her coming over, her breathing was very unstable, so he calmly took a look into her backpack.
The things in the backpack were packed in cloth bags, such as rice and flour.
This woman actually sold the oyster mushrooms.
He coughed lightly: "Do you want to take a car?"
At this moment, the coachman they had met on their way here called out to them, "Young couple, take a ride. It's ten cents for the two of you."
The pain in Yan Funing's shoulder made her not care about what others called her or someone else.
Besides, they are indeed husband and wife now.
She quietly pinched the ten copper coins left in her sleeve pocket. These ten coins could buy a pound of rice.
The coachman patted the two empty seats beside him and said, "The young couple saved money when they came here. Do they have to save money when they go back? Life is not that frugal."
Yan Funing really couldn't carry the basket full of rice and flour anymore. She pursed her lips and was about to speak when she heard a crisp voice.
"My husband and I paid in advance when we came here, and my husband gave you two extra copper coins. How could you give up our seat to someone else?"
The driver laughed and said, "Since you guys are taking so long to come, I thought I'd go back and take you with me on my next trip."
The young woman snorted, turned to Yan Funing, stretched out five fingers and flipped them a few times: "Fifteen cents, give us fifteen cents, and I'll give you these two cents."
Yan Funing said, "We won't take the seats you reserved."
The young woman scoffed, "Can't you come up with fifteen cents?"
Fu Ciyi stood beside Yan Funing and asked calmly, "Do you want to sit down?"
"No."
Yan Funing pinched the copper coins in her sleeve pocket again. She really couldn't take out fifteen cents.
If you can come here, you can naturally go back.
Not wanting to look at the young woman's face again, Yan Funing walked away.
Suddenly she felt something light on her back, and she turned her head to look, only to see someone holding the handle of the backpack.
"I'll carry it," he said.
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