Just as Ah Mian said, she had no cough or fever that night and was perfectly fine.
However, since it was going to snow heavily in the next few days, Meng Chijian still took her to the shop.
Along the way, Ah Mian exchanged all the copper coins for silver. Selling pork kidney soup not only earned her back the money from the donkey cart, but also increased her savings to over five taels of silver.
Even in winter, the blacksmith's shop had a large furnace burning, making it very warm.
A-Mian didn't have to do any work, so she used the residual heat of the stove to roast a few sweet potatoes and gave them to the people who were working hard. Then she boiled a large pot of tea, played jump rope for a while, and then lay down on the chair and took out a travelogue that had probably been through many hands, and began to read it with great interest.
This was a new interest that arose after she gradually learned to read a few words; it was much more interesting than the books in the academy. However, the books were too expensive, and these were just stories circulating privately among scholars.
Wangwang secretly slipped it to her at the time.
"You know, scholars are particularly prone to encountering all sorts of beautiful monsters dressed very scantily."
At first, A-Mian muttered her opinions, but gradually she fell silent, her ears turning red.
Meng Chijian finished shoveling a batch of iron and was drinking water on the side, watching A Mian, who was playing intently while wearing thick socks. He felt a sense of peace and tranquility.
Who invented this little gadget?
The next second, A-Mian looked up and said, "Have you ever kissed anyone on the lips?"
"..." Meng Chijian choked on a mouthful of water and coughed repeatedly. "Have you finished writing your characters? What are you looking at? You're not learning anything good."
Amian said, feeling wronged, "That's what it says in the book."
Have you ever kissed anyone else?
A-Mian nodded.
"who?"
"My mother."
"Besides your mother, your father, Adou, and the children in your second sister-in-law's family."
Ah Mian pondered deeply, "Then there isn't one."
Why would she kiss someone for no reason? But when she was little, many of the older women in the village would tease her and try to kiss her. When Zhang Yixing first moved to the village, she was only five or six years old, and they would kiss her on the cheek with a "plop".
She quickly continued reading. The book was describing a scholar engrossed in his studies when the wooden door was suddenly blown open by the wind, releasing a delicate fragrance into the room. In an instant, the fox spirit appeared before the scholar! The two drew ever closer…
One night of passion...
Amian flipped through the pages and saw that there were only two sentences, and she became very annoyed: "Why don't these writers write things clearly? They always gloss over things like this, deliberately leaving people in suspense."
However, her eyes were starting to ache from looking at it, so she simply put it aside. Only then did she remember that Meng Chijian hadn't answered her question.
Moreover, when she asked him that question, his eyes darted away for a moment, and then he asked her the same question in return. He probably thought she was stupid and could be easily fooled.
But he doesn't seem to be seen getting close to any young lady usually.
After much thought, Ah Mian still had no clue, so she tentatively asked, "What kind of young lady do you like?"
"...I like the kind of person who always annoys me, is obsessed with money, has round eyes, and comes up with all sorts of strange and wonderful ideas from time to time," Meng Chijian replied calmly, while tidying up the things in the cabinet and casually throwing the unwanted junk into the stove.
A-Mian suddenly realized.
He was in love with the wife of the woman who sold goat milk!
“Your tastes… are quite unique,” A-Mian said listlessly.
There was no way around it; she wasn't that kind of person. A-Mian prided herself on being the most obedient and well-behaved person she could be, always kind to others, and never having upset anyone. Moreover, she wasn't the kind of person who would be greedy for profit; she was quite generous, otherwise why would she have treated Xiao-Jing to a bowl of beef noodles that cost twenty-five coins? Most of her ideas were also clever and good suggestions.
"Give up, she's already married..." A-Mian muttered a few words, slowly walked to the door, and made a large snowball in her hand.
She then quickly stuffed the snowball into the back of Meng Chijian's collar. Meng Chijian tried to grab her, but A-Mian, who was prepared, jumped away. Annoyed, she threw several more snowballs at him. Just then, a customer entered the shop.
Ah Mian then smugly slipped out onto the street.
There wasn't much to do outside at the moment, so she wandered around for a while and suddenly saw a group of people swaggering down the street.
Leading the group was Wang Zixuan, who had changed his attire and was now dressed in silk. He was surrounded by smiling men who asked, "Young Master Wang, who are we, brothers?"
"Exactly! Let's not play cards today, let's just listen to some music!"
Ah Mian thought it was a perfect opportunity to run into someone. "Wang Zixuan, I found your brick. I put it in the blacksmith's shop. Why don't you go get it now?"
After being beaten, Wang Zixuan spent more than half a month recuperating. Once he recovered, he returned to the mountains where he used to live, bringing with him even more silver. From then on, he stayed in inns every day. Gradually, many people came to visit him, taking care of him in every way and regarding him as their leader.
He then remembered his phone, which had no internet or signal and was probably out of battery. He shrugged and said, "It's no use now. You can keep it. I'm on my way to the restaurant."
"Oh." Since he wasn't in a hurry, Ah Mian didn't worry about it either.
"By the way, are you the young lady who sells pork kidney soup outside the city?" One of them nudged Wang Zixuan with his shoulder. "It's a good thing. I was thinking of taking you to try it a few days ago. Do you still sell soup? We brothers want the very best 'nourishing soup'!"
The group burst into laughter, and Wang Zixuan said, "It's just a meal for you! I'll take care of it."
He swaggered out and blocked Ah Mian's path with one foot. "When are you going to set up your stall again?"
Ah Mian said, "...It's been snowing lately, so we won't be going outside the city. If you want to come and eat, go to the blacksmith's shop, but you have to let me know in advance so I can prepare the ingredients."
“Okay, make the best for us, and we’ll go eat tomorrow afternoon!” As soon as Wang Zixuan said this, everyone around him cheered: “Following the boss is so great!” “Rich brother, definitely rich brother” and so on.
After she walked away, she turned back and glanced a few more times at the backs of the people following Wang Zixuan.
These people are euphemistically called wealthy idlers, but in reality they are just lazy bums.
Whenever someone suddenly becomes rich or strikes it rich, they swarm like flies to carrion. Whether they set traps or set schemes, they make sure the money flows into their pockets.
Moreover, A-Mian was certain that Wang Zixuan's money was not earned by himself, otherwise he wouldn't have spent it so easily.
However, since business has come knocking on our door, we should naturally treat it well.
But she was also worried that they might just be saying it casually, and that she might end up losing money later. After much deliberation, Ah Mian decided to go to the market and do some serious shopping, just in case they really did come…
She's going to sell them for 100 coins a bowl!
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