He Yang touched the remaining sixty-odd taels of silver in his sleeve again before responding to her:
“I was afraid that if my father found out that I had secretly left the manor, he would immediately confiscate all the money I had hidden away, so I had no choice but to take all my possessions with me when I left.”
He discovered that things weren't much better now!
"Also, my father said today that from now on I must get his permission if I want money, and each time it cannot exceed ten taels. I guess I will become a pauper in the future."
He could easily earn a lot of money by simply acting cute and pleasing his mother and grandmother.
It seems that Father has made up his mind this time.
"He Yang, would you like to set up a stall and do business with me?"
"Boss, you're kidding, right?" He Yang stared at her with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.
He didn't take it seriously.
"I'm serious, I'm not kidding."
Yu Zhizhi looked at him intently.
He Yang looked at her in astonishment. "Boss, don't be impulsive! You just told me that you would use the money wisely."
The eldest son had never been involved in business before, and he was really worried that she would lose all the little money she had left due to a moment of impulse.
"You know, I actually have a lot of skills! It's just that as the legitimate daughter of a noble family, I felt there was no need to work so hard, so I chose to lie down and enjoy life."
But things are different now. I want to support myself and my family with my own abilities, and I never want to be looked down upon again.
"I just said I'd treat you to the best of everything, and I'm sure that day will come soon. By then, we'll have made enough money to spend however we want, and we'll dazzle Zhang Lei and his bastards!"
"By then, you won't need to ask your family for money anymore."
Upon hearing these words, He Yang took out all the remaining sixty-odd taels of silver without hesitation.
"Boss, I believe in you! Is this enough for us to set up our stall? If not, I'll try to find some more."
Yu Zhizhi looked at He Yang and said sincerely, "You don't need to give me any more money. Keep it for self-defense. We should have enough money to start our stall."
He Yang scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Boss, I don't know anything, and I'm afraid I'll be a burden to you. Right now, all I have is this little bit of money that I can help with."
He knew very well that his abilities were limited, and this was the only way he could support his boss.
Yu Zhizhi smiled and comforted her, "Who says you can't help? We'll need you to serve the customers when we set up our stall together in the future!"
"How about this, you pay fifty taels of silver, deducted from the two hundred taels I borrowed from you, and you'll get thirty percent of the silver we earn from our stall in the future."
Upon hearing Yu Zhizhi's words, He Yang smiled happily and quickly nodded in agreement: "Okay!"
He originally thought he was just a burden, but he never expected that the boss would value him so much. He was filled with gratitude and anticipation.
Yu Zhizhi had no idea where the lousy system would send her to set up a stall. Although she had mentally prepared herself, He Yang hadn't!
Therefore, she decided to give He Yang a heads-up first.
Otherwise, she was afraid that if something unexpected happened, it would scare away the only shareholder.
"You and I are both unique, tasteful, and daring. So I plan to do something different with my future stall, to be a one-of-a-kind vendor. Do you dare to try it with me?"
"dare!"
He Yang responded loudly.
Yu Zhizhi smiled with satisfaction, thinking: It seems the initial brainwashing was quite successful.
At this moment, He Yang was still immersed in the praise Yu Zhizhi had just given him for being unique, tasteful, and courageous, and he was so happy that he was completely out of his mind.
The next day, at the beginning of the 9-11 AM.
After finishing her breakfast, Yu Zhizhi sat down at her dressing table in the room, picked up a calligraphy brush, and began to write an apology letter with great difficulty, stroke by stroke.
Just as she was finishing writing, Uncle He came to inform her that the original owner's biological parents and younger brother had returned and asked her to go to the front hall.
Yu Zhizhi put down her pen and got up to go.
The lobby was very close to her room; it was just a short walk away.
In her opinion, the small mansion was quite nice; at least her legs wouldn't get so tired.
Upon entering the lobby, Yu Zhizhi was greeted by a couple in their thirties, who were smiling at her.
They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an elegant demeanor. Beside them stood a child, not very old, who looked somewhat similar to the original owner of this body.
The original owner's parents were clearly younger than the Prime Minister and his wife, and they didn't look as serious.
Yun Xiaochen, holding a string of candied hawthorns, walked up to her with small, quick steps, head held high, chest puffed out, and blinking his big eyes.
"Are you my biological sister?"
Yu Zhizhi smiled and replied, "Yes."
"Sister, would you like some candied hawthorn? It's really delicious!"
Seeing him reach out to her lips, Yu Zhizhi lowered her head and gently took a bite of the candied hawthorn he offered.
A sweet and sour taste spread in her mouth. Yu Zhizhi blinked and obligingly praised, "It really is delicious!"
Actually, compared to the candied hawthorns sold today, the candied hawthorns she just ate tasted much worse.
However, she didn't want to spoil her younger brother's fun; he was actually quite cute and adorable.
Upon hearing Yu Zhizhi's praise, Yun Xiaochen's eyes lit up, and she smiled happily, a very bright smile!
He felt that this older sister was easier to get along with than Yuqing.
Sister Yuqing rarely smiled before, let alone smiled at him, and she always said that only children who never grow up love to eat candied hawthorns.
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