Chang Yan once said that the Fengjing family had extraordinary methods.
The siblings were shocked by the overnight search of the entire city. They had been investigating for the past two or three months and knew the exact number of people in each household, which made people fully appreciate the capabilities of the aristocratic family.
But the most ingenious thing is what's happening now. Behind the two cold-faced servants, there are a bunch of people moving around. Upon closer inspection, they turn out to be several painters, clearly intending to paint the faces of the two absent servants and then have the Tao family servants identify them.
As Jiang Sheng rushed to open the door, a cold sweat broke out on her back.
Although Gao Yan's features are unremarkable, he would be easily lost in a crowd.
But it's different when it's drawn on paper. By observing it repeatedly, you can always see some clues.
Jiang Sheng became increasingly frightened as she thought about it, her plump body trembling with fear, and her teeth chattering.
Fortunately, she was young, and the servant assumed she was just a child shy around strangers, so he didn't suspect anything. He just asked coldly, "Did she go back or not? If she did, let them out."
"What to do, what to do, what to do?"
"Help me, help me, help me."
Unfortunately, with the two shops about to open, even the usually idle Fifth Brother went to help out wholeheartedly, leaving only the lazy Jiang Sheng in the main house of the two courtyards.
Normally protected by her brothers, it was impossible for her not to panic when suddenly faced with questioning. Especially when she thought about Gao Yan and Jiang San picking up goods in the backyard and about to go out and face this group of people, her palms were sweating profusely.
But my older brother said that panicking is useless when facing problems.
Only by staying calm can we find the quickest solution.
Phew, yes, calm down.
The little girl's ears twitched as she vaguely heard the footsteps of Jiang San, Jiang Si, and Gao Yan. A clever idea struck her, and she shouted towards the backyard, "Sister Xiaozhu, please call Brother Jiang San and Brother Gao Yan out. There are many brothers looking for them at the gate."
The footsteps stopped.
They should be on guard, but that's not enough; Gao Yan needs to be completely transformed.
Jiang Sheng raised her voice again, "They are all important guests, so make sure they clean up properly and don't leave them sloppy."
The implication has reached this level; you should be able to understand it by now.
In Xiao Jiang Sheng's vision, Gao Yan should ideally wear his second brother's flamboyant clothes, have his face made more refined and beautiful, shed his servant's demeanor, and become as close as possible to a noble young master.
When they came out, Jiang San and Jiang Si in front were fine, but when it came to Gao Yan in the back, Jiang Sheng's jaw almost dislocated.
Gao Yan originally had a plain and unremarkable appearance; none of his facial features were particularly outstanding, and when put together, they were always forgettable.
But now, he has a large mole on his eyebrow, three or four moles on the corner of his mouth, and even a lot of small spots on his chin.
At first glance, it looks like a face has grown on a mole.
Although his facial features remained plain and unremarkable, the appearance of the mole transformed him from someone easily forgotten to someone with a photographic memory.
The servants of the Zhu family were also taken aback, but their main task was to check, record, and draw pictures, and they did not care whether the person was beautiful or ugly. After the painter finished drawing, they politely took their leave.
Jiang Sheng was left circling around Gao Yan, as if looking at something rare and precious.
"Aunt...Aunt...Miss." Gao Yan stammered, "Don't look at me, don't look at me. If you want to thank someone, thank Miss Xiaozhu."
It turned out that Wang Xiaozhu had heard the commotion while picking out medicinal herbs in the backyard and had come out to help.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Wang Xiaozhu came out carrying a basket of dried herbs. When she received everyone's gaze, she explained softly, "It was just a small favor... I have to hurry and deliver the herbs to the clinic."
But she was, after all, a young woman, and carrying so much stuff was quite strenuous for her.
Jiang San was about to help when Jiang Si grabbed him tightly.
Liu Gaoyan rushed behind her to support the weight of the medicine basket.
"Xiaozhu, girl... help me, I'll help you." He explained with difficulty, a faint blush on his face.
Wang Xiaozhu did not refuse, and the two of them worked together to lift the medicine basket onto the carriage, along with some other things, and delivered it to the new shop.
Jiang San and Jiang Si quickly tidied up, but instead of leaving immediately, they practiced their kung fu in the courtyard.
Jiang Sheng knew that her brothers were worried about her and had specially left people behind to protect and accompany her.
But wasting manpower like this is not a solution.
She shook her still damp back and climbed onto the carriage shaft using both hands and feet. "Brother Jiang San, Brother Jiang Si, let's go see the new shop too."
The new shop is located at the entrance of Tianjie Street. Saying it occupies half a street is a bit of an exaggeration, but the scale of the four shops is indeed quite large. In particular, the commotion of setting up the shop together made passersby curious about what such a big shop would sell.
However, both completed plaques were covered with red cloth, and they refused to remove them.
Wearing a brocade robe that he had purchased at great expense, Zheng Ruqian still waved a folding fan even in the cold November weather, taking the word "showy" to the extreme.
If Manager Bai and Manager Hao were to come and see, would they recognize that this was the timid little boy who came to sell goods back then?
"Second brother, do you really want to dress like this?" Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but ask.
In contrast to Zheng Ruqian's brocade robes, the brothers still wore fine cotton clothes bought by their sister and shoes with thousand-layer soles sewn by Aunt Zhang herself.
“What do you know?” He waved his hands repeatedly. “I am the storefront, the signboard. Only when I am dressed well will people feel comfortable coming to buy things.”
That makes sense, but seeing my second brother posing like a peacock with its tail feathers spread at the door is somewhat unbearable to look at.
Wen Zhiyun turned her head helplessly and continued practicing acupuncture on the wooden figure.
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