The concubine doesn't fall in love, but crazy critics insist on holding her responsible

Chapter 21

"Miss, you're not coming back? Where are you going?"

Lin Zhiyu pointed to the back street, "Go and have a look at the newly opened shop."

Runshu noticed something was wrong, "I'm not tired, I'm not tired. I'm with the lady. When I came, I got the madam's order. The lady asked me to—"

"I want you to look at me! I know, I just stopped by to take a look at the back streets, and then I'll leave. I won't stay out for too long."

Runshu said solemnly, "Miss."

Lin Zhiyu patted her shoulder carelessly, "Aren't there a bunch of maids and servants following you? What can happen with so many people following you?"

"You have been stirred up by Lan Sheng early in the morning, and you have been standing all morning. You should be tired. You should go back and rest early. While the food is still hot, bring it to the second sister. If it gets cold and the taste changes, Didn't your lady spend her money in vain? These meals cost me a full 500 taels of silver!"

Lin Zhiyu was in great pain.

"It's because of me that Second Sister missed these delicacies this time. Please tell me that after her allergies are cured in a few days, I will come to Huixian Lou with her to have a table. That chef Zhao Bao's skills are really good." Nothing to say."

Lin Zhiyu was still thinking about it.

Now that things have come to this, Runshu cannot disobey and can only comply.

However, she didn't want to see Xie Yiwan, and she wasn't tired. It was just that she had just been threatened and reprimanded by Xie Yiwan, and she was worried about her family for a while, and then her mind wandered.

The purpose of Xie Yiwan's refusal to follow Pei Shizhi's people was not for Pei Shizhi's consideration, but to warn Runshu. In recent days, she had frequently stumbled on Lin Zhiyu, accumulating resentment, and if she didn't vent it out, she would go crazy.

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Runshu led the boy who delivered the meal out of Huixian Tower, and Lin Zhiyu went to the back street as she said before.

The newly opened grocery store was still bustling with activity, and the lunch break was just around the corner. The round-headed boss was so busy that he was sweating profusely. His left hand was directing the servants to move things, and his right hand was ordering the maid to pour wine and serve tea. His voice was hoarse.

When Lin Zhiyu walked to the corner of the street, several people left the table and walked towards Boss Song. They bowed their hands and had some evil intentions in the corners of their eyes and brows.

Lin Zhiyu stopped and listened quietly to the conversation not far away.

"A free-flowing banquet for everyone, no matter ordinary people or dignitaries, free of charge and no money taken. It's such a big scene! Boss Song must have something in mind this time, so congratulations!"

Boss Song's smile was a little cold, "I'm delighted."

"I just don't know if Boss Song has received advice from an expert somewhere. I happen to have a grocery store under my name. It's not as big as Boss Song's business, but it's better because the goods are rare. I also want to visit and ask for advice. Maybe I can How about reviving the half-dead business?"

Boss Song's name is Song Zheng. He is a conscientious scholar. He is dressed in white and carefree. He has lived in poverty for ten years and longs for fame.

The ancestors of the Song family were once peddlers who traveled through the mountains, forests and countryside. Generations of people inherited their father's business and worked diligently. From a small backpack, Boss Song's previous generation owned more than a dozen shops, which was considered a small business. Something accomplished.

However, when dynasties change and political power changes, people will inevitably be affected, and the Song family is unfortunately included in it.

The great change occurred when Boss Song was 14 years old. The war took away his father, his mother suffered a blow and died of a serious illness, and his younger brother was missing and his life and death were unknown.

Before her death, her mother begged with tears and blood, asking Boss Song to support the family business and find his younger brother. The half-year-old Pian Pianjia was forced to abandon literature and go into business. Since then, he has been drifting in the business world, struggling to survive.

However, Boss Song has been working hard for half his life, but he has not been able to rebuild the family business. Instead, it has become increasingly declining, and now only one shop remains.

Nothing can be achieved.

Boss Song's face was expressionless, "It's not like you're an expert. It's just that a few nights ago, Song dreamed of his late ancestor and was told to do something."

The man's face turned green and he sneered, "Hey! It's the smoke coming out of the ancestral grave!" Boss Song snorted coldly.

The man was speechless and rolled his eyes, "Looking around, there is something that is not worth saying."

"If you know you shouldn't say it, don't say it."

There was an obvious order to expel the guest, but the man was extremely thick-skinned, "I still have to say, after all, he is an old classmate and friend from many years ago. There are always points to be mentioned. Good advice may be harsh to the ears, please bear with me, Boss Song."

"In my opinion, Boss Song is really not good at doing business. The goods are marked with a price, and the boy doesn't even have a chance to talk to anyone. How can he promote the sale?"

"Do you expect them to shop around and the one with the best product will win? Is Boss Song too confident? This is the capital, and there is no shortage of good things at the feet of the emperor!"

"Boss Song, for the sake of our long-term friendship, I'd like to give you a piece of advice. Don't be too aloof when doing business. It's a despicable job, so why bother with shame!"

The breath of tension reached Lin Zhiyu.

The maid nervously suggested to Lin Zhiyu: "Miss, it seems like there's going to be a fight over there. Let's not go there. It's just an ordinary grocery store. It doesn't look like anything special. Why don't we go back."

Lin Zhiyu's eyes stayed on Boss Song from beginning to end, and he said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, we can't fight."

The maid didn't believe it, so Boss Song clenched his fists, his eyes were fierce, and he almost swung them out with all his strength.

But there was no fight.

Boss Song, who was blushing and thick-necked just a moment ago, calmed down after a while and smiled broadly, as if he had never heard any humiliating words.

Lin Zhiyu felt a bit of admiration in his heart. He was able to bend and stretch, and he was considered a talent.

"Hey! Miss!"

Without anyone noticing, Lin Zhiyu had already walked out, and the maid rushed to chase him.

Lin Zhiyu came to the door of the shop, pretending not to hear the quarrel just now, and was about to step in when someone stopped her.

"Hey, isn't this Miss Lin? What gust of wind brought you here?"

The man who spoke was the man who had just humiliated Boss Song. His name was Zhao Wu. He was the second son of the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites. He was also Xie Yiwan's loyal suitor. He was not favored by Xie Yiwan and was rejected for eight meetings. Besides, the desire remains unchanged.

In fact, Zhao Wu is the one who has the most in common with Xie Yiwan, and they both look down on Lin Zhiyu. Xie Yiwan just hides it, while Zhao Wu never hides it.

Lin Zhiyu ignored Zhao Wu and looked at Boss Song, "Are you the boss? Will the shop open today?"

Boss Song nodded heavily, "Opening today!"

Boss Song had been holding back his anger, but when he saw Lin Zhiyu, his manic and depressed mood was swept away, and his mood immediately calmed down.

Lin Zhiyu spoke softly, "Can I go in and have a look?"

"Okay, okay! Girl, please come this way!"

After saying that he was about to invite Lin Zhiyu in, Zhao Wu grabbed Boss Song and laughed wildly: "Does your ancestor want you to curry favor with the powerful and flatter him? Boss Song only loves poems and books and doesn't listen to the outside world." Well, I'm afraid this high incense burned on the wrong desk!"

"Lin Ye is a martial artist who only knows how to dance with guns and sticks. His two daughters are also useless. One of them followed his murderous habit and was kicked out by the Marquis Mansion. The other one is ignorant of Chinese characters and is not diligent in all aspects. There is no redeeming quality. , or are you rushing to meet Lin Zhiyu just to take the opportunity to get into the Shen family?!"

(End of this chapter)