After confirming his guess, the uncle's face turned grim.
He had assumed that Zhiyin's family would be in a state of utter despair and helplessness due to the division of their assets.
Unexpectedly, in just a few days, she actually started a business in the county.
and…
He glanced at the puzzled and curious looks of the students around him, and then at the potato chips in their desks.
I just find it incredibly hard to believe!
And their business is actually doing so well!
It seems to be very profitable!
How is that possible? How could a kindred spirit have such great abilities?
And how did she come up with all these novel ideas?
Most importantly, how can this be?
How could they possibly be better off than him?
They should be in despair and miserable!
"Hmm? Brother Zhi, why aren't you saying anything?"
The boy who had just asked the question asked it again.
"No!!! How could I possibly have anything to do with those street vendors who show their faces in public?"
My uncle reflexively retorted loudly, afraid that others would associate him with his soulmate.
That's so embarrassing!
How could a scholar like him associate with the lowest of peddlers?
His voice was filled with disgust and disdain as he said this, along with a deep malice towards the vendor.
The boy who had just spoken to him immediately turned pale, glared at his uncle, and turned away speechlessly.
An unpleasant voice came over, "Are you sick? If it's not a problem, then it's not a problem."
"Why are you criticizing that kind-hearted shop owner? That young woman is all alone and struggling to make a living by setting up a stall. Is it easy for her?"
Yes, they could all see that Zhiyin's family was probably very poor, and he had no brothers or elders to support him.
Otherwise, how could they possibly let two young girls set up a stall? There wasn't even a single man to help them?
They were already in a terrible situation, and this guy was being so unreasonable.
What a scoundrel! No wonder he always has such a sullen face, like someone owes him money.
This is utterly baffling!
It wasn't just him; anyone who had bought anything from Zhiyin looked at Uncle with a completely different expression.
Xing Luxi frowned when she saw this, especially when she saw her uncle's gloomy expression, she felt something was wrong.
Could this person be an enemy of the girl who understands her?
Or perhaps a relative who can't stand to see others doing well?
He was the son of a wealthy family, so he knew that even people from the same clan, even relatives, were not necessarily good people.
There's so much filth going on in the backyard!
Thinking about it, he was a little worried that they might cause trouble for Zhiyin, and he felt a little guilty. He thought he would remind her when he saw her tomorrow.
…
Zhiyin was unaware of the incident; at that moment, she and Zhihua had already bought the side dishes they would need for tomorrow.
Recalling the incident of being followed, he went to the blacksmith shop again and bought an exceptionally sharp, large, pointed knife that resembled a fruit knife.
"Girl, this knife is incredibly sharp! You have such thin arms and legs, and such delicate skin, so please be very careful not to get hurt!"
The shopkeeper solemnly handed the knife to Zhiyin, giving a serious reminder.
"Don't worry, boss, it won't happen."
The moment Zhiyin saw the large cleaver, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to take it and play with it.
After finishing his sentence, the shopkeeper quickly added, "Oh, right, you also need to report to the government!"
"Huh? I need to report this?"
Zhiyin was completely taken aback; she had no idea that this thing required reporting.
"Yes, ordinary kitchen knives and the like don't need to be reported, but weapons with extremely high lethality like these need to be reported."
The shopkeeper wasn't surprised and quickly offered an explanation.
Zhiyin understood in an instant that even in modern times, knives need to be regulated.
Not to mention the more chaotic ancient times.
"Actually, it wasn't necessary before, but since our Emperor took office, he has implemented a series of reforms."
The shopkeeper seemed lost in some kind of memory, and after speaking, he couldn't help but express his admiration and respect, "But it's quite good this way too."
“It used to be really chaotic. Every day when I went out on the street, I would see people being hacked to death, and I would often see shops being vandalized.”
"We shop owners are all living in fear, afraid that we might accidentally offend some expert or powerful person and get killed without even knowing it."
"Now... although people still die occasionally, it's much better than before! At least it's not as rampant as it used to be! Everything is out in the open."
The listener couldn't help but nod in approval, saying that this was actually quite good, at least it wasn't too chaotic.
It makes it easier for her to set up a stall and sell things.
If it were like what's shown on TV, with people fighting and killing each other all the time, that would be terrifying. I'd feel like I'd be living in constant fear every day.
After saying goodbye to the shopkeeper, she went to the government office to file a report before leaving with Zhihua to go home.
It was around 1 or 2 pm at this time, and along the way, we could see people walking and carrying their goods to sell in the county.
Looking at the machete in his hand, Zhiyin pondered for a moment and felt that unless it was a critical moment or he encountered a vicious person, he should not use it.
Otherwise, we still can't kill!
And she never killed anyone!
After thinking for a moment, when she saw a bamboo forest, she cut down the largest bamboo stalk in the forest to use as a weapon for self-defense.
"Sister, I want to draw too!"
Zhihua glanced at Zhiyin and immediately understood what she was thinking, so she spoke up as well.
"Okay, here's a small one for you."
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