Sure enough, upon hearing the word "money," Qiao Lian'er reluctantly picked up the writing brush.
On the little boy's outstretched sleeve, she carefully wrote the three characters "Qiao Lian'er," making them as small as possible to avoid being conspicuous.
In this way, her handwriting appears fresh, elegant, small, and lively.
"Wow, little girl, your handwriting is so good."
"Your name is Qiao Lian'er, the 'Lian' in 'sickle'." The little boy glanced at Qiao Lian'er: "You do look like someone who knows how to handle people."
Qiao Lian'er's lips twitched. Her name was chosen casually. When Qiao Yunni gave birth to her, Old Lady Song saw a sickle at the foot of the bed and just casually gave her this name.
Including Song Dahua and Song Xiaohua, it was also because some wildflowers grew in the yard.
However, she thought it was good to have the word "sickle" in it, so she could just cut down anyone who disagreed.
"So what are your names? It can't be that you know my name while I don't even know yours."
Qiao Lian'er said that these two people knew where she was born, her name, and what she had done. In case of any trouble in the future, she would have someone to suspect and it would be easier to investigate.
"My name is Pei Zhujin, Zhu as in blessing and Jin as in brocade," the young man said with a faint smile.
“My name is Pei Shijiu, Shi as in time, and Jiu as in long-lasting,” the little boy added.
Seeing that Qiao Lian'er remained silent, Pei Zhujin continued, "Our maternal family is from Lianzhou, and we occasionally visit Lianzhou. We cannot reveal too much else, so please forgive us, Miss Qiao."
Lianzhou is a neighboring prefecture of Yuezhou, which is under the jurisdiction of this place. It is about 100 li away from Yuezhou and about 500 li away from Datian Village.
Pei Zhujin only told him where her mother's home was, and didn't tell him anything else.
Qiao Lian'er wasn't one to pry into people's privacy; knowing the general outline was enough.
These two identities are clearly not simple, so it's understandable that they would keep some things to themselves.
"Miss Qiao, may I draw this bridge?" Pei Zhujin asked.
"It's not that I'm trying to copy the girl's idea, but I hope that this design can bring benefits to more places affected by floods."
“Go ahead and draw it,” Qiao Lian’er said generously.
Seeing how fiercely Qiao Lian'er was protecting her, Pei Zhujin thought it wouldn't be easy to persuade her, but she was surprised that she agreed so readily.
It seems they were completely unhappy with them.
"Now let's keep our promise. I have to get busy, so I won't keep you company any longer."
Qiao Lian'er saw that the sun had already risen above the horizon, and if she didn't go back soon, her family would come looking for her. When she left her room, she told Qiao Yunni that she was going to see the bridge. There were still many craftsmen and old ladies cooking at the bridge, so there was nothing to worry about.
Pei Shijiu arrogantly pulled out a stack of small silver notes from his sleeve and gave her two.
"The bank is located in Yongguan County."
Then he braced himself with his hands on the ground and stood upside down steadily: "Ready?"
Qiao Lian'er quickly said, "Paying money is fine. There's no need to walk upside down. This mountain is full of rocks and thorny vines that will scratch your hands."
To her, this was tantamount to torturing someone.
"No, I mean what I say. My father said that a real man should keep his word and stand tall."
"Brother, hurry up, I'm about to start walking."
Pei Zhujin squatted on the ground, spread the paper on the stone, and drew the shape of a bridge. He drew very quickly, without missing any details.
Such drawing skills are the result of specialized training.
With the final stroke completed, he put down his pen and said, "All done."
He handed the paper to the servant: "Wait until it's dry before rolling it up, don't let it stick together."
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