After entering the book, I turned the villains of my family into normal people.

Chapter 13 Fengyang Building is about to open

Apart from losing her reputation, Su Rujin herself was not affected in any way. As usual, under the daily worried eyes of her father, mother and brother, she still didn't worry about what she should eat and drink.

Rumors and rumors spread all over the streets and alleys of the capital city, and even under the control of people with good intentions, Su Rujin's reputation was stink everywhere.

Some people were waiting for when Su Xiang and Wu Yanghou would send Su Rujin to the nunnery, or announce that Su Rujin had died suddenly in a few days.

"Su Prime Minister's Mansion hasn't moved yet."

Shen Ruyu put down the ledger in her hand, and raised a face that made people feel friendly and pleasing to the eye.

The facial features, which are obviously very ordinary, gather together to give people a sense of surprise.

When looking at someone with crooked eyebrows, it always gives people the illusion of a smile in the person's eyes, and the slight trembling of the eyelashes covers most of the expression in Shen Ruyu's eyes at the moment.

The servant girl who was waiting on the side bowed her head and replied:

"My lord, I sent someone to watch over Su's mansion to tell Su Rujin that every day, besides eating and drinking, he would just stay in the big kitchen. Su Xiang and Wuyang Hou tried different ways to make Su Rujin happy every day. Su Liuyun, the son of the Su family, said Moved back to the Prime Minister’s Mansion from Guoxue, and lived in the courtyard next to Su Rujin.”

Disappointment flashed in Shen Ruyu's eyes, Su Xiang and Wu Yanghou really loved their daughter.

She deeply regretted the original setting, making Su Rujin the group favorite of Su Xiangfu.

If it was she, Shen Ruyu, who was kidnapped, according to the pissing nature of the people in Shen Guogong's mansion, they would definitely kill her secretly for the sake of the mansion's face.

She would never have imagined that she would transmigrate into a book she wrote, and it was still an unfinished book.

She knows all the privacy and secrets of the character setting plot, but the plot does not go according to her idea at all.

The book is different from the reality. The characters in the book are given life and thoughts by her, but in the reality she is in now, everyone is a living person with flesh and blood and different thoughts.

No longer under her control, everything began to develop into the unknown.

Su Rujin, who was supposed to be written to death by her, is still alive and well. Is it because Su Rujin is still alive that the plot is in chaos? Put it back on safely.

"Send someone to keep watching. The letter to Mrs. Su's family should have arrived in Suzhou by now."

The ancestral residence of Sufu in Suzhou.

Green smoke curled up from the copper censer, and an elderly lady lay reclining on the concubine couch carved from golden nanmu.

Maids holding feather fans on the left and right of the old lady are fanning the wind for the old lady in the same rhythm.

There was also the woman who knelt on the ground and straightened up to beat the old lady's legs. The old lady's eyes were slightly closed and there was a shallow breathing sound.

"Dingling" The sound of jade and stone colliding reached the old lady's ears, but seeing the old lady opened her eyes in displeasure, she said displeasedly:

"What happened?"

The old lady looked at the old lady who raised the jade curtain and came in, holding a letter in her hand, beckoning someone to present it.

When the old lady read the contents of the letter clearly, she threw the jade ruyi gourd she was playing with on the marble floor with a "bang".

"Pack up your bags and head to Beijing immediately."

Everyone heard the words and immediately passed on the old lady's order.

"Wait a minute, send someone to fetch the mother and son from Zhuangzi to the old man."

The old lady is the old matriarch of Su Xiangfu.

"If the old man does not return to Beijing, the reputation of Xiangye's mansion may be ruined by the mother and daughter who are not on the stage."

A unique storyteller came to the tea house in the capital city. He had a rough face and was talking about standing in the Shangyang Tower in the capital city where only dignitaries and merchants and wealthy people would come.

"Everyone, what is a delicacy in the world? Is it delicacies from mountains and seas, exotic animals, or Qing Yunxia's dishes? It's neither, let me serve it up for you nobles to open your eyes."

Everyone sighed for a while, but they didn't buy it at all.

After a while, a servant dressed in a suit embroidered with the logo of Fengyang Building brought up a plate covered with a strangely shaped iron cover.

Mr. Storyteller continued to teach:
"Have you ever seen colorful cakes that are as colorful as the colorful clouds in the sky.

The baked glutinous rice is ground into powder, poured on the freshly squeezed fruit juice, stirred for coloring, and covered with a layer of soft red beans mixed with honey, covered with a layer of preserved fruit, a layer of fine bean paste, a layer of red and a layer of red One layer of green, one layer of white, one layer of yellow, one layer after another, put them in a bamboo cage, steam them until the heat is just right, take them out, print the inscription "Gong Xi Fa Cai" on the gold list, and when it cools down, twist it up and put it gently into the mouth.

Hmm... the softness of glutinous rice, the smoothness of red bean, the sweetness of delicate preserved fruit of mung bean instantly filled your taste buds. "

While talking, Mr. Storyteller lifted the lid, and a plate of pastries placed on a glass plate appeared in front of everyone.

As the storyteller said, the colorful and eye-catching pastries are placed on the plate like exquisite handicrafts, and a sweet smell slowly permeates.

The storyteller picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, full of praise, picked up the glass bowl and started to eat one piece after another, enjoying it extraordinarily.

It made people swallow their saliva again and again, and their appetite increased greatly.

Su Rujin, who was sitting in the private room on the second floor and listening to a book, watched the live broadcast of Wuyang Jun's food with great interest. If this guy was in modern times, he should be able to enter a certain platform and become an anchor.

Some people began to send their men to inquire.

"This colorful cake is Qing Yunxia's new dessert."

The storyteller put down the few colorful cakes left in his hands, and slowly took out dozens of delicate papers from his pocket.

The words Fengyang Tower are printed on the top, and various dishes and snacks are painted on the bottom.

Mr. Storyteller scattered the papers.

"This multicolored cake comes from Fengyang Tower, and the snacks and dishes on it are all unique features of Fengyang Tower. It is only sold in Fengyang Tower from the capital city down to various places.

Everyone, Fengyang Tower is about to open, and you can go to Fengyang Tower to try it out. "

The crowd below who were eager to move at the beginning were all dumbfounded when they heard that it was Fengyang Tower, and whoever had nothing to do would go to the gangsters to beg for food.

Someone in the crowd suddenly said:
"What Wuyang Army are you afraid of? We didn't go to Fengyang Tower to eat free food, but to give money to Fengyang Tower. Wuyang Army can beat us out without taking money."

Everyone felt reasonable when they heard the words, that is, can the money sent to the door by the Wuyang army be taken away?

Seeing this, the storyteller looked towards the second floor, Su Rujin made a hand gesture, and the storyteller sent someone to fetch dozens of silver cards.

Fengyang Tower was also engraved on it, and everyone looked suspiciously at the storyteller picking up one of them and introducing:

"This is a silver card from the Manufacturing Department of the Ministry of War. You can see how fine the workmanship is. It's not an exaggeration to keep it as a collection.

Today, the master of Fengyang Tower will present this silver card to you for free, but only ten pieces are available. You can take this silver card to spend in Fengyang Tower on the day when Fengyang Tower opens.

Cardholders can enjoy a % discount. Some people will definitely ask what is a % discount. Let me explain in detail. "

The storyteller asked people to divide up the silver cards. Coincidentally, the people who snatched the silver cards were all tall and thick men like the storyteller.

"For example, you need ten taels of silver to drink a pot of finely brewed fruit wine, but you only need nine and a half taels of silver in Fengyang Tower with this card."

No matter whether it is modern or ancient people, they cannot resist the temptation of discount cards, especially such exquisite discount cards that come from the Ministry of War.

Someone asked again: "Does everyone have this card or there are only these."

Rare things are precious, if everyone has something, how can these dignitaries, nobles, merchants and wealthy people be rare.

The storyteller smiled and replied:
"Everyone, don't worry, listen to me. There are only fifty silver cards for this card. Just now, boy, I sent ten for the master's family. There are still forty cards that can only be processed with the pre-stored food money on the day when Fengyang Tower opens."

Someone else asked:
"What is food deposit?"

Mr. Storyteller replied:

"This card is similar to the bank's deposit certificate. You can store silver on this card, and then you can use the card to spend in Fengyang Building."

This peculiar consumption pattern aroused the interest of many people.

Someone else asked:
"Isn't that messed up? Anyone with a card can spend money. Who knows if that person has saved money, and what will happen if he uses the money that someone else has deposited in advance?"

(End of this chapter)