"The next time I set up a stall will be in front of Chunfenglou in Haixi District, Beijing."
After saying that, it carefully observed Yun Zhizhi's reaction.
Yun Zhizhi had never been to this place before, but when she heard the name Chunfeng Tower, based on her little knowledge of ancient culture, she guessed that it might be a place where literati gathered.
They will likely enjoy tea, compose poetry, and paint here.
It seems that the location for setting up a stall this time is fairly normal.
Thinking of this, Yun Zhizhi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She can't wait to start preparing for her next stall event.
So, she excitedly said to Little Winter Melon, "Little Winter Melon, I've already decided what I'm going to sell next time I set up my stall. I'll tell you now!"
Little Winter Melon paused, stopping his back-massaging, blinked, and looked at her: "Host, your efficiency is top-notch. Why don't you think about it some more, or else..."
I'm afraid you'll regret it.
Before he could finish speaking, she interrupted him, "No need to think about it anymore, I've decided to sell plush toys next time I set up a stall."
Selling these things that children and mothers love will definitely make a good business, and most importantly, the profits are very considerable.
Little Winter Melon recalled the scene of her setting up a stall selling dolls and plush toys in front of Chunfeng Tower and felt a little sorry for her: "Host, let me remind you again, once you've made up your mind, you can't go back on it."
It still remembers the complex expression of regret she had when she confirmed she was going to sell mala tang (a spicy hot pot dish) and then suddenly learned that the students of Lishan Academy couldn't go out to find food.
"Okay, whoever regrets it is a little dog."
Upon hearing this, Little Winter Melon gave a sly smile.
It's already waiting for its host to bark at her.
"Tomorrow, I will tell you about the next extra task the system will give you for setting up a stall."
As soon as Yun Zhizhi pressed the confirmation button, the little winter melon immediately disappeared from her sight.
Seeing how fast it was slipping away, Yun Zhizhi felt something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong, so she could only put it aside for the time being.
Sleepiness came over her, and she decided to take a long nap first.
At the beginning of the Si hour, Xiao Tao saw that Yun Zhizhi looked like she was about to go out and asked, "Miss, where are we going later?"
"Let's take a stroll around Chunfeng Tower."
Yun Zhizhi's lips curled up slightly. She planned to go and check out the stall location in advance to scout it out.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Tao exclaimed in shock, "Ah? Miss, the Chunfeng Pavilion you're talking about isn't the one in Haixi District, is it?"
Yun Zhizhi frowned slightly: "Hmm. Is there something wrong?"
"Miss, let's go somewhere else! That place isn't suitable for us to stroll around."
Yun Zhizhi looked bewildered and asked, puzzled, "Why? Although we're not exactly cultured people, surely we could go there to enjoy some tea and the tranquil atmosphere!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Tao realized that her mistress had misunderstood the place and quickly explained, "Chunfeng Tower is not a nice place for tea tasting and poetry writing; it is actually a brothel."
"What the hell?"
Yun Zhizhi's dark eyes widened in surprise, and her mouth opened slightly.
She had no idea that Chunfeng Tower was actually a brothel.
Oh dear!
I got screwed over by that lousy system again.
How could these ancient people give brothels such an elegant name? It's so easy to misunderstand.
No wonder Xiaotao had an embarrassed expression on her face when she heard me say I was going there to experience the tranquil atmosphere.
That kind of place doesn't have a peaceful atmosphere; it's more likely to be hot and humid.
What to do? This time, I'm actually going to set up a stall outside a brothel to sell dolls and plush toys.
At this moment, Yun Zhizhi felt extremely regretful.
If she had known beforehand that Chunfenglou was a brothel, she would never have considered setting up a stall outside Chunfenglou to sell children's and women's favorite dolls and figurines.
After all, brothels are places for men and young masters to seek pleasure, which is completely different from her target customer group!
Moreover, ordinary people would try to avoid places like brothels unless the items sold there were particularly unique and eye-catching, otherwise it would be difficult to attract children and young women to patronize them.
Oh dear, this is terrible!
I'm going to set up a stall in front of the brothel.
Could it be that the main goal this time is to sell the dolls to those philandering men who have just had their fun at the brothel?
It doesn't seem like it's impossible.
She's already come up with a selling point.
However, there is still a big problem to be solved.
When He Yang was selling lipsticks at his stall last time, he had a strong aversion to women from brothels and would not even want to pass by the entrance of a brothel on ordinary days.
How can she convince him to go there with her to set up a stall?
Just as Yun Zhizhi was feeling troubled, Zhao Er came to the Yun residence to report: "Miss Yun, your subordinate has come to request your visit to the Imperial Palace."
Yun Zhizhi asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you'd give me four days to consider?"
Presumably anticipating her reply, Zhao Yi repeated his master's words verbatim: "Counting from the day of the palace banquet, plus today, it's exactly four days."
Upon hearing this, Yun Zhizhi was stunned.
This Zhao Yunjin is really cunning.
He had calculated the timing perfectly, leaving himself no room for rebuttal.
She thought for a moment and replied, "Let's go!"
The back garden of Huangfu Xuanyi Pavilion.
After watching Yun Zhizhi slowly sip her hot tea, Zhao Yunjin asked softly, "I heard you've been busy opening your vermicelli workshop these past few days. Do you need any help?"
Yun Zhizhi's eyes lit up, and she gave him a sly smile: "Of course I need it. Could it be that the Sixth Prince is going to send someone to me?"
Zhao Yunjin nodded gently: "Yes, I think you need a capable assistant to help you handle some of the daily affairs of the vermicelli workshop."
After speaking, Zhao Yunjin gestured with his eyes to Zhao San, who was standing not far away.
Zhao San immediately understood and quickly stepped forward, handing a document to Yun Zhizhi.
Yun Zhizhi took the document with a puzzled look and asked, "What is this?"
"This is Fan Hua's indenture. From now on, he's your man. He was in charge of managing the estates under my name in Rongzhou Prefecture before, and he did a good job."
If someone can work for him and even reach the level of a butler, then his abilities must be quite good.
“It’s not really appropriate to poach people from your team,” Yun Zhizhi said hesitantly.
Zhao Yunjin grinned: "I have already decided that you are my princess. We are all family, so it doesn't count as poaching someone."
Yun Zhizhi glared at him: "I haven't decided yet."
Then she voiced her concerns: "To tell you the truth, I have a big secret. I'm afraid that if I tell you or you accidentally find out, it will scare you to death."
Zhao Yunjin's gaze was deep and unfathomable as he stared intently at Yun Zhizhi, a half-smile playing on his lips, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery:
"Scaring me to death? Not quite. However, in order to avoid giving me a big fright, and also to allow me to live a little longer, you may choose not to tell me this secret."
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