After seeing the guests off, Cheng Yue came over and called out to Xiao Yunying, "Yunying, what are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so happily?"
Xiao Yunying was too embarrassed to admit that she was looking at silver ingots, so she laughed without even realizing it: "It's nothing, Sister Cheng Yue, I came to deliver something to you."
He took out five snow fungus plants from his basket: "I found some snow fungus plants in the mountains, I brought them over for you to try."
“What a huge snow fungus! Yunying, your snow fungus is of excellent quality. It could sell for several taels of silver. I can’t take it. You should take it back and sell it so you can buy more grain. Winter is coming soon, so you need to prepare some grain for the winter.”
"Sister Cheng Yue recognizes snow fungus?"
Cheng Yue's expression darkened for a moment: "In the past, when he went into the deep mountains to hunt, he would occasionally find some and bring it back. I asked him to sell it, but he wouldn't. He would just cook it with fine rice into porridge for me to eat."
Xiao Yunying didn't know how to comfort her, so she changed the subject: "It's okay, Sister Cheng Yue. I found quite a few. I sold the rest, and these are specially for you."
Cheng Yue wanted to decline, but Xiao Yunying explained the method before she could say anything: "Eating snow fungus regularly is not only good for your health, but even better for women. It can beautify and nourish your skin. Aren't you tempted, Sister Cheng Yue?"
Which woman doesn't love beauty? Cheng Yue was moved by his words: "Then I'll stay. Wait a moment, I'll go get you the money."
Xiao Yunying immediately frowned and pretended to be angry: "Sister Cheng Yue is treating me like an outsider. I accepted the cloth you gave me before, but you want to give me money for the things I gave you."
"How can that be the same? A bolt of cotton or linen cloth only costs a few copper coins, but these few snow fungus plants of yours can buy at least a dozen of my finest cotton cloths."
"What's the difference? It's just something I picked up in the deep mountains. I didn't spend any money. I'm just using it to offer to Buddha. Sister Cheng Yue, please stop bothering me with this back and forth. I can't stand this."
Hearing Xiao Yunying say that, Cheng Yue didn't insist anymore and teased her, "Looks like you made quite a bit of money, you're speaking much more generously now. Well then, I won't stand on ceremony with you."
Xiao Yunying slung her basket over her shoulder and said, "I've never been polite to Sister Cheng Yue before, and you don't need to be polite to me in the future either. Okay, Sister Cheng Yue, my kids are waiting for me to come home and cook, so I'll go back now. We can talk again later."
Be careful on the road.
"knew."
Cheng Yue saw Xiao Yunying off, thinking to herself that she was indeed different from before.
She's become much more cheerful, but perhaps a little too generous.
"This is better than being depressed all the time. You can't be depressed for the rest of your life."
After leaving Jinxiu Pavilion, Xiao Yunying hurried to the blacksmith shop and ordered an iron pot and an axe.
She made some modifications to the axe; the handle was two-tenths thinner and three-tenths shorter than a regular long-handled axe used for chopping wood, making it more suitable for her grip.
That was the weapon she had prepared for self-defense.
The near-miss at the Chen residence today served as a wake-up call for her. In this society where power reigns supreme, the law is flawed, and human life is cheap, she needed to prepare a weapon for self-defense to prevent future troubles.
In case of any trouble, taking it out of the basket won't arouse suspicion, and the axe is a sharp weapon, even more intimidating than a kitchen knife.
As for whether he dares to actually kill someone...
Although she was raised with a modern education and respects all life, she would naturally choose to protect herself if something really happened.
She was certain she wouldn't provoke anyone. Anyone who could force her to draw her axe was either an utterly wicked person or a good one, so she didn't need to hold back.
After paying a deposit of one tael of silver, Xiao Yunying received a receipt from the blacksmith.
An iron pot and an axe cost two or three ounces, that's really expensive.
After leaving the blacksmith's shop, Xiao Yunying went to the shop where she bought meat yesterday and bought ten catties of pork ribs.
Pork ribs cost four coins per pound. Because they have bones and little oil, only wealthy families who don't lack meat would buy them; ordinary people rarely did.
The butcher offered Xiao Yunying a few bones, but since they hadn't been cooked yet, she declined and instead took a pig liver from the side of the cutting board.
She likes to eat things like pig intestines, but she's too lazy to clean them.
Moreover, the supermarket's deli section had braised large intestines, and she wanted the pig liver because she wanted to stir-fry it when she got home.
The wastewater wasn't worth much, so the boss gladly gave it to them.
I put the chopped pork ribs and pork liver, wrapped in lotus leaves, into a basket and went to the supermarket, only to realize that I had forgotten to put the meat and bones from yesterday in the refrigerator.
I turned into a deserted alley, went into the supermarket, and found the meat in the shopping cart at the entrance. I looked at it carefully and smelled it. It hadn't changed color or tasted different; it was as fresh as if I had just bought it yesterday.
Just as she thought, time didn't pass in the supermarket, and everything could stay fresh, which was wonderful.
Having confirmed this, Xiao Yunying was in high spirits. She passed by a bookstore and went in to browse around.
She picked up a book and flipped through it. It contained traditional Chinese characters, most of which she recognized, but she would have to copy them to write.
I bought an inkstone, a writing brush, an ink stick, and a ream of paper.
They were all of medium to low quality, and cost her a total of eleven taels and six mace.
She wouldn't have been willing to part with the snow fungus if she hadn't made a good profit from selling it today.
No wonder there are so few scholars; how could ordinary families afford to support them?
She bought these to draw blueprints for houses and furniture. Although the supermarket had calligraphy brushes and paper, the brushes had modern characters printed on them, and the white paper was too smooth and clean, something that couldn't be made in this era, so she didn't dare to take them out casually.
She could say that she bought other things by chance with merchants from distant lands or overseas, but paper was created on this land, and no other continent could compare to its papermaking technology. She dared not make up such a story.
If word gets out and someone with ulterior motives comes to investigate, she'll be in for a world of trouble.
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