After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 380 Take a walk on the streets
Wang Furong pulled Lin Zhiyu's sleeve, her eyes full of prayer.

Chu Nianshan said leisurely: "That's it. Miss went to Jinlou this morning. She said she wanted to collect supplies for the victims, and she took the lead in donating one hundred taels."

Wang Xisi heard the intention of excusing Wang Furong.

What about collecting supplies? I'm afraid I went to Jinlou to cause trouble again, and was defeated by Lin Zhiyu. I feel sorry for the one hundred taels now.

He reprimanded him gently: "How can you go back on your word if you've already said something?"

Pei Xi's eyebrows lowered: "This is a good thing and is also beneficial to the Wang family. Since your cousin has given you this opportunity, just accept it."

People say that a loving mother is a strict father, but in the Wang family, it is a strict mother and a loving father.

Wang Furong's voice buzzed: "I, I lent money to others a few days ago..."

Hey, a person who loves money as much as his life will lend money to others easily?

Pei Xisheng glared at his beloved daughter Mo Ruomu: "Who did you lend it to?"

"Lend it, lend it to Li Congrong."

Wang Furong lowered her head, not daring to look at her mother.

The Li Congrong she mentioned was the husband the Wang family was looking for for their younger sister Wang Lanshu.

Wang Lanshu is already seventeen, and they have been dating each other for a year, but they still can't find a suitable family.

Pei Xisheng doesn't want his daughter to become an old girl like him.

She still has the ability to settle accounts, what does she have?
"Just borrowing? Confiscating the others?"

Pei Xisheng frowned, with a questioning tone in his tone.

Wang Xisi smoothed things over: "Okay, it's rare for a child to have such a heart. Dad will pay for the one hundred taels for you."

Wang Furong's tense body relaxed, but the next second, Lin Zhiyu spoke leisurely.

"Master Li came to see me a few days ago and gave me one hundred and twenty taels, saying he wanted to thank the eldest lady for the emergency help."

One hundred taels to go out, one hundred and twenty taels to come back.

Pei Xisheng immediately guessed what was going on: "Okay, I'm brave enough to lend money!"

She immediately conjured a vine: "Hand."

Wang Furong was so frightened that she hid behind her father: "We are all our own people, what does it matter if we have more money or less?"

Wang Xisi wanted to protect him, but his wife gave him a sideways look and silently walked away carrying her teapot.

Wang Furong had no choice but to ask Chu Nianshan for help: "Master, save me!"

Chu Nianshan spoke at the right time: "I think at such a young age, he is not obsessed with clothes and jewelry, but he is a good prospect for business."

Pei Xisheng's anger subsided a little.

Lin Zhiyu continued: "If you return the money, you can come to Jinlou to help me, so that you can learn something."

Pei Xisheng glanced at Lin Zhiyu in surprise.

"I will meet with that person in the afternoon. If everything goes well, I may have to head to the capital as soon as the New Year is over."

Lin Zhiyu put down his bowl and chopsticks when he was full, "Thank you for your time, Madam."

Pei Xisheng was a little reluctant to part with him. How could he be considered a nuisance? The prime minister came to teach his daughter, and the princess kept the shop in order. Speaking of which, she should be grateful to both of them.

But Wang Furong didn't know what her mother was thinking, so she shouted: "I don't want to go to Jinlou. Let me go to the things you run, it's like I'm getting a free advantage!"

Just to let you take advantage of it.

Otherwise, how can I still get your one hundred taels of silver?

Lin Zhiyu pretended not to hear Wang Furong's complaint, nodded to Pei Xi, and left the dining room with Chu Nianshan.

Pei Xisheng lost his temper, looked back at his daughter's incompetent appearance, and lightly slapped her forearm with a cane.

"Why do you ask your cousin for that money every day if you have nothing to do!" It was clear that Wang Furong was just asking for help, but Wang Furong screamed like a butchered pig: "If they want to leave, what does it have to do with whether I want the money or not?"

Looking at the empty dining room, Wang Furong suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

The meeting place was at a teahouse, which was chosen by Lin Zhiyu. It was said that the man loved listening to books, so listening to a book with him first would make it much easier to open up the topic later.

Lin Zhiyu sorted out Jinlou's accounts, went back to her room, put on a fine Yunyan brocade dress, combed her hair like a woman, turned around in front of the bronze mirror, and then went out with satisfaction.

"Third Miss and I have something to say. I'm afraid I can't go with you."

After leaving the room, Chu Nianshan handed over a brocade cloak with a rabbit fur collar sewn on it, which looked warm.

Lin Zhiyu took it and tied it hastily: "It's just a business, maybe it's a fellow countryman."

After exiting the door, first turn left and pass by the market, then cross Anhe Bridge, which is the teahouse.

There was a sign for visitors from all directions hanging on the top, and there was a bustle of people inside, and it was about to start.

Lin Zhiyu stepped in and was led up to the second floor by the waiter. At the appointed position, a dark figure sat with a curtain on his head, looking attentively at the storyteller in the audience.

Coming so early?
Lin Zhiyu was a little surprised. He had arrived half an hour early, but the man was earlier. He might have been waiting here right after lunch.

She walked over quickly with a smile on her face: "Are you the owner of those shops?"

When the man heard the noise, he turned around, but made no intention of taking off his curtain hat. He just tapped the table.

Lin Zhiyu guessed that he meant to sit down. The other party didn't speak, and it was hard for him to discuss the price directly. He introduced himself first, and when he was about to talk nonsense, the man finally spoke.

"Since you are a young lady from the Wang family, why do you wear your hair in a woman's bun?"

The voice sounded a little hoarse, as if someone had deliberately lowered it, and it sounded a bit familiar.

Lin Zhiyu didn't think about it, and said honestly: "I was married, and then I encountered some accidents. The Wang family took me back and taught me some accounting skills."

"Ms. Yu, have you ever thought about getting married again?" the man asked again.

Madam Yu is Lin Zhiyu’s pseudonym.

Lin Zhiyu thought of the man's appearance in his mind: "No, that's good."

Just as the storyteller was ready, when he opened the folding fan, everyone fell silent.

After just making his opening remarks, Lin Zhiyu felt something was wrong.

Isn't this the story Zhou Tingchen told her in the palace after she was named the county lord?

Unexpectedly, after so long, Qingshan City, a hundred miles away from the capital, heard it again.

But I clearly remember that what I'm talking about today should be "The Female Immortal's Outer History". How did it become this?
"I asked them to change it." The man's voice was low.

Lin Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing a curtain hat, but had he been paying attention to what was going on here?

The man added: "Beautiful stories always fascinate people, don't they?"

Lin Zhiyu frowned.

This isn't very nice either.

In the story, I did not hesitate to sacrifice myself for his career, but that man was enjoying happiness in the palace.

This was exactly the same as her last life.

But thinking about his own purpose, Lin Zhiyu still boasted against his conscience: "It's not bad. The person who wants to write the book must have a thrilling past."

The man under the curtain raised his lips and smiled.

Isn't it thrilling?

He said: "The second half is not interesting. Please accompany me for a walk on the street."

The second half is the story of the county lord enduring humiliation and marrying the prince.