The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Every time He Ye goes crazy, she suffers a great loss of vitality. It takes at least half a month for her to recover. Now, the people in the room can still see the sickness on He Ye's face. He Ye's smile is stiff and her eyes are dull.

These are the reasons why everyone in the mansion has been avoiding He Ye recently, and why Chen Qing is afraid of her.

It will take some time for everyone to stop being afraid of her.

"Aunt, Aunt Yuhua, I feel bored at home. How about I go out of town with you tomorrow?" While saying this, He Ye's fingers rubbed the corner of her handkerchief nervously, and everyone could see her little movements.

Shang Xi said earnestly, "It's not that I won't take you out of the city. It's a construction site over there. Not only is there dust flying everywhere, but most of the people working there are men, some of them shirtless. It's not suitable for you to go."

Yuhua also said: "Why do you and your aunt have to go to that place where you are exposed to the wind and sun and suffer that? This mansion has mountains, water and gardens, how can it not accommodate you?"

He Ye glanced at Cheng Feng, who was fiddling with his fan, and whispered, "If you don't allow me and my aunt to leave the city, I'll set up a stall on the street."

Yuhua was the quickest to react and the most straightforward. "If you want to set up a stall, just say so directly. Why are you going through so much trouble?"

He Ye said shyly and slowly, "I'm afraid you won't agree." After saying that, she did not forget to observe the expressions of the other people in the room. Cheng Feng and Shang Xi were both very surprised. Although not as surprised as Yuhua, they were not much different.

Yuhua didn't understand. "I'm just wondering, what's so good about setting up a street stall? Why are so many people clamoring to do so? I don't even know if setting up a street stall is reliable! My Xiaosan is a living example. From selling pots to kites, he gets up early and goes to bed late, rain or shine, and is more enthusiastic than his older brothers who go out to work. But what happens in the end? Not only can he not make a few copper coins every day, but the tools and tools cover the whole yard, and the investment has not been recovered yet! My Xiaosan is a craftsman. He makes everything he sells, but he doesn't make any money. Why are you still following the trend and setting up a street stall?"

When asked by Yuhua, He Ye stammered and couldn't give a clear answer. She didn't think too much about whether she could make money or not. The only thing on her mind was setting up a stall. As long as she could set up a stall on the street and only have one meal a day, she would be happy.

He Ye was embarrassed by Yu Hua's words and looked up at people. Then she heard Yu Hua say, "Let me ask you, what are you going to sell on the street?"

He Ye's fingers rubbed the handkerchief even more uncontrollably, "I... can I sell embroidery thread?" He Ye had some ideas in her mind, but she didn't have many, and she felt even more uneasy when Yuhua questioned her like this.

Yuhua hit Heye: "Heye, you are kidding me. Selling cloth may not make money, and you think you can make it by selling embroidery thread? There are embroidery threads everywhere in the street."

Shang Xi and Yuhua had similar thoughts. It wasn't that setting up a stall was unprofitable, but who would get the stall and what was sold there. Otherwise, it would be left exposed to the wind and sun on the street and even a life would be lost.

Shang Xi knew that He Ye, who had just recovered from her illness, was particularly fragile. The servants in the mansion would hide away when they saw her, making He Ye even more sensitive and reserved. She thought of a compromise: "He Ye, I think it's best not to suffer on the streets. I'll talk to the accountant tomorrow and ask them to increase your monthly salary. Tell us if you're short of anything. Our mansion can support you."

Shang Xi suspected that this person wanted to set up a stall on the street because she didn't have enough monthly salary. If she was given more monthly salary, she would give up the idea of ​​setting up a stall, and she and Cheng Feng would not have to worry about her.

He Ye waved her hands in panic and compromised. "I don't need the long-term silver. The monthly silver given by the mansion is more than I can spend. I have saved it all. It is not right for me to eat and drink for free in the mansion and still take the monthly silver. If my uncle and aunt don't agree with me going out to set up a stall, I won't go."

Seeing He Ye panicking, Shang Xi said earnestly, "He Ye, where did the idea of ​​setting up a stall come from? You really were influenced by Chen Qingsheng, weren't you? It's not that setting up a stall is bad, it's just that you're a woman, and your body can't compare to others. We're worried about you setting up a stall!"

"Aunt, I know my madness can't be cured, but I don't get sick easily. I can feel it myself when I get sick, so you don't have to worry about me."

Shang Xi shook her head helplessly. When did this person know before he went crazy? When did He Ye not hurt a few people when he went crazy? "Cheng Feng, tell me, if you agree, I won't stop you."

Cheng Feng put down the fan in his hand and said, "If you want to set up a stall, go ahead."

Shang Xi and Yuhua both looked at Cheng Feng. Cheng Feng immediately lowered his head and picked up the paper fan again to play with it as if nothing had happened.

Shang Xi shook her head. She felt something was wrong but stopped objecting. "He Ye, since your uncle has agreed, I support you. Just tell me if you need any help with setting up the stall."

He Ye's face was already filled with smiles. She asked Cheng Feng: "Uncle and aunt, where is the best place for me to set up my stall?"

Cheng Feng glanced at the lotus leaf and said, "Just put it next to Qingsheng. Just follow where he puts it."

Yuhua nodded and said, "Yes, yes, it's really worrying that He Ye is setting up a stall by herself. If this stall must be set up, it would be safer to have Qingsheng take care of it. He Ye is slow to speak, and with my Xiao San taking care of her, she won't be bullied on the street."

"Thank you, uncle, thank you, aunt, and sister-in-law Yuhua. If there's something going on at home, I won't go to set up the stall. If there's nothing going on at home, I will go to set up the stall."

Seeing that He Ye was so happy, no one else in the room raised any objection.

……

The next day, He Ye went to the street to find Chen Qingsheng with a basket on her back. Chen Qingsheng was holding the kite album that He Ye gave him. He was not surprised by He Ye's appearance, because he already knew through Yuhua that He Ye was going to set up a stall, and everyone asked him to take care of her. Chen Qingsheng naturally could not refuse, because their family depended on Prince Pang's Mansion for food.

"He Ye, do you need my help?"

He Ye deftly took out a piece of cloth from the basket and spread it on the ground. "No, there's not much. You can't help me. You don't know how to place the embroidery thread. If you're not careful, it will be a mess."

He Ye laid out the embroidery threads one by one on the ground. After a long time, Chen Qingsheng said, "He Ye, don't be angry when I say this. I don't think you can make any money with this."

He Ye showed Chen Qingsheng the two copper coins in her palm: "Here, these are the copper coins I just sold."

"When was it sold? How come I don't know?"

He Ye smiled and said, "You were almost diving into the album, so of course you didn't see me selling anything."

Chen Qingsheng clapped his hands around the album and praised it profusely, "It's truly something from the royal family. It's simply unique. Just look at this album, and you won't find another one like it anywhere else in the market."