Inside the pharmacy, seeing Shen Yuan about to go out again, Granny Liu couldn't help but ask, "Yuan Yuan, why have you been going out so much these past few days?"
I need to go out and take care of something!
After saying that, Shen Yuan turned to Xiao Ling and smiled, "Watch the shop for me for a while, I'll be back soon."
Xiao Ling nodded slightly in response.
Shen Yuan then took a stack of papers and went out the door.
Granny Liu was indignant on Xiao Ling's behalf, "Look at her, she really thinks of you as one of the shop's employees!"
Seeing Liu Mama's sullen expression, Xiao Ling shook his head and chuckled; he didn't care about such things. However, if she helped watch the shop for a while, she could get two pounds of braised beef for lunch, which wouldn't be bad!
Shen Yuan left the pharmacy and headed straight for the Four Seasons Teahouse.
She stayed in the teahouse for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, then came out carrying a small bag of silver coins.
As she expected, Aunt Zhao indeed took action, using Master Wang's business to put pressure on the manager of the Four Seasons Teahouse, forcing the teahouse to remove the story of "The Burning of Mother by the Child" which had caused a major fire and replace it with another story.
Fortunately, she has written a new storybook in the past few days called "The Imperial Son-in-Law," which tells the story of a poor scholar who is determined to marry into a wealthy family and eventually wins the favor of a princess and becomes the imperial son-in-law.
Although these stories of cowherds meeting celestial maidens, poor scholars marrying rich heiresses, and impoverished scholars getting married to princesses are old-fashioned, they have been popular since ancient times, especially among poor but dreamy men.
They dream of a woman from a prominent family, with stunning beauty and gentle virtue, who would cry and beg to marry them.
Therefore, they especially love to hear such stories and are willing to pay to hear them.
Although Shen Yuan's stories are old-fashioned, they have their own innovative points. The addition of a childhood sweetheart fiancée not only gives listeners a fresh perspective but also satisfies the needs of both male and female listeners.
So the teahouse owner readily bought the storybook, paying one string of cash per chapter.
Shen Yuan wrote ten chapters in total, and sold them for ten taels of silver.
She left the teahouse contentedly with ten taels of silver. In fact, the character she wrote about "The Prince Consort" was based on Chu Yuning.
Even if Chu Yuning heard this story at that moment, she wouldn't know that the person she was cursing was him.
Writing these stories is a great way to make money and also to criticize Chu Yuning. Shen Yuan thinks it's a win-win situation!
However, once the story of "Born Mother and Son Burned" came to an end, she had to think of another way so that when Mr. Murong arrived in Jian'an City, he could hear about Chu Yuning's "glorious deeds".
However, she was neither a scholar nor related to Mr. Murong, so she rarely had the opportunity to speak with him.
What method should she use to let Mr. Murong know in advance what kind of person Chu Yuning really is?
Shen Yuan was lost in thought and didn't notice that she bumped into a little beggar.
The little beggar cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his bottom and groaning.
Shen Yuan snapped out of her daze and quickly knelt down to help the little beggar up. "Are you alright? Let me help you up."
The little beggar looked up, staring blankly at the gentle and quiet girl in front of him.
Seeing that she didn't react, Shen Yuan raised her hand and touched the little beggar's forehead in confusion. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or did I bump into you and hurt you?"
The little beggar slowly shook his head, then asked, "You...you're not going to scold me?"
"Why should I scold you? I bumped into you by accident. I was in the wrong first. I should be the one apologizing. Little sister, I'm so sorry, I hurt you!" Shen Yuan gently rubbed the back of the little beggar's head, her voice very gentle.
However, in the past, whether she accidentally bumped into someone or someone accidentally bumped into her, she would be beaten and scolded because those people wearing nice clothes thought she was dirty and disgusting, and they thought she would dirty their clothes.
The little beggar blinked in confusion. Why was this older sister different from the others?
Shen Yuan helped the little beggar up, bent down to pat the dust off her pants, but unexpectedly heard the little beggar's stomach rumble twice.
The little beggar covered his stomach in embarrassment.
Shen Yuan asked, "Are you hungry?"
"A kind person gave me a meat bun this morning, but before I could eat it, another beggar snatched it away." The little beggar lowered her head and pressed her stomach hard, as if pressing her stomach tightly would make her feel less hungry.
Upon seeing this scene, Shen Yuan's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
Perhaps because she herself was an orphan, she was able to easily empathize with others.
Shen Yuan led the little beggar to a noodle shop on the street, ordered a bowl of plain noodles, and added an extra portion of minced meat sauce. After the owner brought the noodles over, Shen Yuan pushed them in front of the little beggar.
"Eat up! I'll watch you eat, that way no one will steal it!"
The little beggar glanced at the poached egg floating in the bowl of noodles, then at Shen Yuan, before picking up his chopsticks and stuffing them into his mouth without caring about the heat.
Afraid that she would burn herself, Shen Yuan fanned the bowl of noodles with her hand: "Eat slowly, don't rush. If you're not full, I'll get you another bowl."
Upon hearing this, the little beggar gradually slowed down his eating.
Soon, the little beggar finished the bowl of noodles completely, even drinking all the soup.
Shen Yuan asked, "Would you like another bowl?"
The little beggar really wanted to eat, but he shook his head and said, "No, I'm full."
Seeing how sensible she was, Shen Yuan couldn't help but ask again, "What's your name?"
"My name is Tiantian, it's a name I gave myself, isn't it nice?" Tiantian's eyes curved into crescent moons, and when she smiled, her dimples appeared and disappeared, like eating a bite of honey, making people feel sweet inside.
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