When Yun Qingran and Ning Jitang arrived at Lingxi Temple, they attracted an absurd number of stares. Several men even fell into ditches while looking at them.
"Ranran, I never expected you to be so beautiful in your natural state." Ning Jitang looked at Yun Qingran's face and sincerely praised her.
"Thank you for the compliment, Tangtang~" Yun Qingran smiled and touched her face.
Whether by coincidence or fate, the original owner's face was exactly the same as her face in her previous life. The only difference was that the original owner's hairline was lower than hers. After all, she had stayed up all night scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) in her previous life; it would be strange if she hadn't gone bald.
I was very satisfied with my face in my past life, and I am even more satisfied in this life!
"Ranran, do you know who poisoned you now?" Ning Jitang asked.
"I don't know, but I have someone I suspect." When talking about this, Yun Qing's expression darkened slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
She won't let this go so easily; she will definitely find out the truth and restore justice to the victim.
"You must be careful," Ning Jitang said to her with some concern.
To poison a young girl like this, one must be extremely vicious. She was a little worried that the person who poisoned her would try to harm Yun Qingran again.
As they spoke, the two arrived at Lingxi Temple. Ning Jitang had a stomachache and went to the outhouse. Yun Qingran went alone to a small Buddhist hall, knelt down, put her hands together, and began to pray.
She didn't notice that there was a door behind the curtain on the side of the Buddhist hall, and someone was playing chess inside.
"Buddha above, I have a wish. An elder wants to match me with a man, who is tall, rich and handsome, but I do not want to marry him. I pray that Buddha will protect me from marrying him, and I also pray to find a suitable husband."
Upon hearing this, the person playing chess inside paused in their move.
"My future husband's family background is just right; there's no need to be fixated on a powerful or wealthy family. As for talent, he only needs to be able to pass the imperial examination with top honors; otherwise, there will be a generation gap in communication. He must be handsome; I don't want anyone who is ugly. He also needs to have a good figure: broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs. He must be at least 180cm tall. Only then will he be a good match for me."
After one incense stick
"Of course, a more substantial family fortune is desirable. Married life is all about the mundane things like firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. Without money, arguments are bound to break out. While I'm not limited to wealthy or powerful families, I at least need to have enough money to refine elixirs and make medicine. Those two things are very expensive."
After one incense stick
The young novice monk outside the door: ...
"My mother-in-law should be easy to get along with, not the kind of mean mother-in-law. Otherwise, if I upset her and she gets seriously ill, I'll feel uneasy. Of course, it would be better if I didn't have a mother-in-law. It's also best to keep the number of relatives to a minimum. I'm socially anxious and don't like family gatherings."
After one incense stick:
Little novice monk:......
"I can't have a childhood sweetheart or ex-girlfriend either, and it would be best if I were infertile. Alright, that's all I ask for. Buddha, please bless me."
After Yun Qingran finished speaking, she kowtowed three times.
The person playing chess in the back hall was none other than Jun Molin. It was a second time that he had heard Yun Qingran's prayers.
What the heck is infertility? Jun Molin was completely baffled by Yun Qingran's wish.
"Ranran, have you finished praying?" Ning Jitang ran in.
"I've finished praying." Yun Qingran stood up. "It's getting late, let's eat. I've heard that the vegetarian food at Lingxi Temple is very delicious."
"Okay, let's go." Ning Jitang was also hungry.
The two sisters happily went to eat.
"This Miss Yun, I hope she remains as adorable as ever." The host smiled and shook his head.
"It's not cute, it's just vulgar." Jun Molin felt very uncomfortable thinking about how he had actually prayed to Buddha to protect her from marrying him.
The host smiled but remained silent.
It was already late when they returned from Lingxi Temple. Zhang San came back swinging his arms, and the two of them bumped into each other.
"San'er, what happened to your shoulder?" Yun Qingran asked him with concern.
"It's made from stir-fried hot pot broth," Zhang San said irritably.
"San'er, I know you've worked hard." Yun Qingran quickly helped him sit down and poured him a cup of tea.
Now Zhang San is the manager and head chef of Gaga Xiang, so we can't afford to offend him.
"Zhang San is back today," Yunxiao said as she came out and saw Zhang San.
"Yes, my lord. I will give the money I earned in the shop to the young lady when I return." Although Zhang San was a street ruffian, he had always admired Yunxiao, who had a distinguished military record and was honest and upright.
"Oh, the store is making money?" Yunxiao became interested.
“I’ve earned a total of 1,238 taels of silver these past few days. Here are the silver notes and account books.” Zhang San took out the silver notes and account books from his pocket.
"What? You made 1,238 taels!" Yun Qingbi came out of the house and happened to hear Zhang San's words.
One thousand two hundred and thirty-eight taels, which is thirty-eight taels more than his annual salary.
"I made so much money!" Yun Qingran hadn't expected to make so much.
"We have a lot of repeat customers, and those repeat customers introduce a lot of new customers. Business is very good every day," Zhang San said, sounding quite happy.
"Ranran, you're amazing! You're Dad's pride." Yunxiao was overjoyed, not because he had made so much money, but because he now knew his daughter had a knack for making money, which put his mind at ease about her future.
Yun Qingran is the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Zhen'an's family. After recovering her original appearance, she is exceptionally beautiful and also possesses medical skills. She will undoubtedly marry into a noble and powerful family of equal standing.
The families of noble and powerful families were all glamorous and splendid (except for the Zhen'an Marquis's mansion). The reason they could be so glamorous, besides their salaries, was that their biggest source of income was business.
Noble and powerful families all have businesses, the most common being land leasing, and the other two being opening shops to make money.
Therefore, it is very important for the mistress of the house to know how to do business. Whether the business run by the noble ladies is successful or not is also related to her future marriage.
"Thank you for the praise, Father. I will work even harder in the future and earn lots of money to support you." Yun Qingran affectionately took Yun Xiao's arm.
"Silly child, the money you earn is yours. You don't need to spend any money on household expenses. The money you earn is for your dowry." Yunxiao was about to cry again at the mention of dowry and marriage.
"Father, even if I get married in the future, I will still be your daughter," Yun Qingran quickly comforted him.
Poor old father.
Selling hot pot base seems to be a viable business opportunity, so Yun Qingran decided to expand production and distribute it to various regions. She shared her idea with everyone.
“That’s a great idea,” Yun Qingbi agreed.
“What we need now is to expand production, which requires a stable supply of goods and workers who know how to stir-fry the base ingredients for antique pots,” Yun Qingran said.
"Leave this to me, I'll handle it." Yun Qingbi patted her chest and accepted the task.
"Big brother, thank you so much. When you get married, I will definitely give you and your future sister-in-law a big red envelope." Yun Qingran looked at Yun Qingbi gratefully.
"Don't give me that." Yun Qingbi glared at her younger sister.
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