The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

He began to doubt himself and was more confused. That couldn't be his brother-in-law. Could it be that his brother-in-law had been cheated?

The man felt very embarrassed, covered his face with his sleeves, and prepared to leave.

Lan Wangshu spoke, interrupting his actions.

"We Zui Fusheng are just making a name for ourselves. If you can help us find the people pretending to be us, why not give you a jar of wine?"

Lan Wangshu was not tall, but he had a strong aura and a firm gaze, so the man unconsciously believed him a little.

"Can you represent Zui Fusheng?"

"Of course she can."

Li Yanhuan stood out from behind her and took Lan Wangshu's hand.

"Okay, I'll believe you this time. I'll go back and confront my wife's brother."

The man was a little angry, not sure whether he was angry with himself or his wife's brother. He strode away from Zui Fusheng's door.

Li Yanhuan followed Lan Wangshu to the backyard to talk, leaving the front yard to the servants and maids.

"I didn't expect someone would be so bold as to pretend to be Zui Fusheng and interfere with my business even though they knew it was my shop."

Lan Wangshu looked at her and seemed to be hesitant to speak, and still did not mention the fact that the He family wanted her to be a concubine. Anyway, she had already made it clear to He Jinyu, and even for the sake of glass forging skills, she would not look down on Li Yanhuan, so she simply did not say anything more.

"It's not your fault. It's normal for someone to be jealous. This is also an opportunity to show off your skills."

In Lan Wangshu's eyes, this level of means was a bit superficial and did not seem like the methods of a seasoned business man, so he was not worried.

Li Yanhuan didn't know if she really didn't care, but looking at her calm face, he felt much more at ease.

"Lan Wangshu, if you were a man, I would definitely marry you."

"Okay, I'll marry you if I become a man in my next life."

Lan Wangshu thought the little girl was just frightened and responded with a smile.

"Don't try to coax me with words. Why are you here today?"

Li Yanhuan's eyes were a little evasive, her cheeks slightly red, and she quickly opened her mouth to change the subject.

"I've been in the county recently, doing some business."

Lan Wangshu walked behind the counter, sat down casually, and briefly flipped through the account book.

"There's a new business to start. Didn't you say you were going back to the village to hibernate in the winter?"

Li Yanhuan looked up with surprise in her eyes, and the tassels on her ears shook.

"Yes, we have to arrange this place before the snow falls. Just ask someone to look after it."

"Come to me, I'll help you run the store."

Lan Wangshu shook his head. No matter from which angle you looked at it, Li Yanhuan was not suitable to go to a fried chicken shop.

"Everyone has taken over this shop. It doesn't matter if I'm not here. You can go to the new shop."

Li Yanhuan pulled her sleeve, his eyes round and looking expectant.

"Really, there's no need, Ah Yan. That's a fried snack shop. It smells of oil and smoke and it's not suitable for you. You should just take good care of Zui Fusheng and save up some dowry for yourself. In the future, the He family will no longer be your mother's family."

Lan Wangshu nodded softly. Even in modern times, she understood how important it was for girls to be financially independent. What's more, in ancient times, there were not many jobs that women could do and the unit price was low. The emperor's encouragement of business was not very effective because the deep-rooted social ideology could not be easily changed.

Women are always the protagonists of the victim-blaming theory, from ancient times to the present, but the women here are not aware of it, let alone the little girls living under someone else's roof.

She didn't want to see Li Yanhuan end up with such a tragic ending one day. Lan Wangshu wanted to save herself, and also wanted to save Li Yanhuan, or more Li Yanhuans.

"Okay then, it's up to you."

Two days passed in a flash, and Lan Wangshu became a little impatient. There was still no news from Lan Qinghe. Could it be that her estimate was wrong?

There was the sound of wind chimes ringing, and her thoughts were still churning, so she spoke subconsciously.

"Welcome guests."

"Hey, let me see who this is, isn't this Lan Wangshu?"

Lan Zhaozhao twisted her waist and raised her chin, with a mature look between her brows. There was a maid beside her supporting her, who looked at her proudly.

Lan Wangshu looked the man up and down and realized that clothes really make the man.

With this shiny outfit, it seems that she is living a good life in the You Mansion, but it is a little dazzling.

"Well, my sister finally looks like a human being. Which rich family did she marry into?"

Lan Zhaozhao's face turned ugly for a moment after being retorted by her, but he soon put on a smug look again.

"Don't call me sister, I don't have a sister as poor as you, so you don't deserve it."

"They're quite quick. I haven't heard of any family getting married recently. Tsk, is she going to be someone else's concubine?"

Lan Wangshu leaned on the counter, supporting her chin with one hand, pretending to think. Suddenly, her face changed and she covered her mouth with her hand. She seemed surprised that she had said such a thing and smiled embarrassedly.

"Could it be that grandma and second uncle sold you because they couldn't sell me? Wow, they really have a deep affection for each other."

Lan Wangshu made a few sarcastic remarks, shook his head, and looked full of regret.