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

Li Yanhuan's face showed obvious unhappiness. She grew up in the He family and was a spoiled young lady. She would not let herself be wronged and would speak out when she was unhappy.

"I want to come with you. You said you would teach me the business."

Lan Wangshu was somewhat helpless. Fine, there was nothing to hide. If Li Yanhuan wanted to follow, then let her follow. But no one liked women to show up in public, so something had to be concealed.

"The waiter."

"Miss Blue."

"Check out, go buy a muli for Miss Li."

The servant collected the change on the table and left quickly. Li Yanhuan looked at Lan Wangshu's serious profile. The more she looked, the more special it seemed to her. There was a strange feeling that attracted her attention.

The two left Dingzhenlou and went straight to the store opposite.

This was a tea shop. The two men walked in and saw that business was very bad. A middle-aged man, wearing a washed-out gown and holding a book in his hand, stood up in a hurry when he saw someone coming.

"What would you like to drink, ladies?"

"What kind of tea do you have?"

Li Yanhuan looked at the dim shop. The walls were bare and there was no calligraphy or painting. She was a little confused. She had never seen such a tea shop before.

The middle-aged man had an embarrassed look on his face. He only had some coarse tea here, and judging from the lady's dress, she probably didn't like his tea.

Lan Wangshu noticed his embarrassment and knocked on the table with his knuckles.

"I want the most expensive one you have."

"Okay, 100 copper coins per lamp."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he looked at Lan Wangshu inquiringly.

"this one."

The man lifted the door curtain to the backyard and went to prepare tea. Li Yanhuan turned around and looked around. It was so shabby that there was not even a place to sit.

"Lan Wangshu, are you... sure it's here?"

Lan Wangshu knew what she meant, nodded, lowered his head and placed the handkerchief on the bench, and Li Yanhuan sat down with peace of mind.

"Just redecorate it, that's not a problem."

The man quickly brought over two teacups on a tray. There were bamboo leaves painted on the surface of the tea, which looked very beautiful against the light green tea base.

Li Yanhuan liked it as soon as he saw it, took a sip and pouted.

"Your cooking skills are good, but the tea is a little bit bad."

Lan Wangshu also took a sip. It was spicy and salty, and he really couldn't enjoy it.

The boss looked a little smug, with his hands behind his back.

"I was also an official in my time, and my wife and I got along very well. She loved making tea the most, but unfortunately, she passed away a few years ago."

"Boss, why don't you sit down and chat? My sister likes to hear stories."

The middle-aged man did not refuse. He had been very miserable these years, and it was rare for someone to be willing to listen to these trivial matters.

He recounted the story of how he and his wife met, knew each other, and fell in love. Although it was not heart-wrenching, they were in love with each other. Unfortunately, he was implicated and lost his official position and all his property.

Life was difficult in the first few years. The man copied books and the woman sold tea. After his wife became pregnant, they emptied all their savings to rent this shop so that they could have a shelter from the wind and rain.

Until her wife received a letter, left a silver note and went straight away.

He looked at the suicide note and the silver note, and knew that his wife had done it voluntarily. The silver note was the money to buy her life, but he couldn't bear to leave this place, so he simply sold the shop with the silver note.

"Then why do you want to sell it now?"

Li Yanhuan tilted his head with some curiosity, while Lan Wangshu looked at the ceiling speechlessly.

"Hahaha, you two are here to buy a shop, right?"

Li Yanhuan looked at Lan Wangshu somewhat embarrassedly. She really didn't mean it.

"Indeed, it is just that the boss is sure to sell it. Isn't this a memory of me and my wife?"

"To be honest, I'm not cut out for business. I want to keep this place, but I have children to raise. Otherwise, I wouldn't be willing to leave."

The middle-aged man looked around the store slowly and carefully, with reminiscence and attachment, and what was left in the end were watery eyes and a forced bitter smile.

"Brother, how old is the child? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Lan Wangshu was concerned about the price in this store and she still wanted to bargain. Modern life taught her that background checks can play a big role.

"He is ten years old this year, a boy, and is learning a craft outside."

“Why don’t you send him to school?”

Li Yanhuan was very curious. Looking at the man's bookish air and the book in his hand when he walked in, he should be a person who likes reading. But it was strange that he let his son learn a craft.

Lan Wangshu didn't interrupt, but lowered his eyes to look at the painting on the tea.

"Studying is not necessarily a good thing, I just hope my son will be safe and sound."

The man lowered his head and laughed, then shook his head slightly.

"Ayan, I'll take care of the rest. You can go back to the store first."