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

"Thank you very much, sir."

Lan Wangshu's fox eyes were slightly curved, looking gentle and harmless.

"Don't call me Young Master, just call me Jingyang."

Zhou Xingnan casually played with the folding fan in his hand and glanced at Lan Wangshu out of the corner of his eye. How could this young lady be so calm?

He walked around her, looking at her with curiosity, but Lan Wangshu still kept his eyes straight ahead and walked on his own way.

"How old are you? Why do you act like an old lady?"

Lan Wangshu was speechless. She smiled faintly, turned around and left. She was so idle that she really thought he could say anything serious.

"Hey, why did you leave? Are you angry?"

"If you want to go down the mountain, I'll take you there. It's not safe for the little girl."

"I'm talking to you, why are you ignoring me?"

Lan Wangshu gave him a look and told him to realize that he was the most insecure one, and if he said a few more words, she would be angry.

Whose unlucky child is this? He has never been beaten since childhood, right?

Along the way, Lan Wangshu's mood changed several times, and finally calmed down. Zhou Xingnan's words were really profound.

Seeing that she was a little impatient, Liu Huaian quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Miss Lan, are you preparing to return to the village?"

"No, I opened a shop in the county town and I plan to go to the store first."

"You opened a shop, what do you sell? Lead the way, I'll go take a look."

Liu Huaian was also a little helpless. This young master was not a bad person and had a warm heart. His only shortcoming was probably that he talked too much and had no tact. He didn't know what to say.

"How do I know you're talking to me?"

Lan Wangshu replied indifferently without even looking at him.

When Zhou Xingnan was in Xunyang, he was the little bully. He had a good family background and was good looking. The girls looked at him with either admiration or fear. But Lan Wangshu was different.

"You have a really bad temper, little girl."

Lan Wangshu gave him a fake smile, but in his heart he had already started to curse him, wondering if he had nothing better to do than to keep talking to her despite her bad temper.

Zui Fusheng is not far from Jingmo, just two streets away. Zhou Xingnan's mouth is always there along the way, so he doesn't feel lonely even after walking for a long time. When he arrived at Zui Fusheng, Zhou Xingnan looked at the glass on the wooden window frame and smacked his lips.

"Whose shop uses so much glass? How rich must they be?"

The young man with a casual look in his eyes suddenly felt that his glass beads were not as good as this one. They were nothing compared to this music score.

Lan Wangshu remained silent. Just as he was about to say goodbye to them, he saw a young girl in bright clothes coming out from behind the pillar at the door of Zui Fusheng's house.

"Lan Wangshu, why did you just come back? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Li Yanhuan was so angry that she was about to die. She had packed everything in the morning, but when she arrived, the door was not open. She had been waiting for so long that her legs were sore. She could only sit on the stone steps at the door, which made her look awful. Now she was hungry and thirsty.

"I'm sending my brother to school. He Jinyu told you what I came here for, right?"

"I told you I'll be your accountant."

Li Yanhuan waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Lan Wangshu's words.

"How come there is no movement at all after your store opened?"

Lan Wangshu took the key and opened the door. Li Yanhuan stood at the door looking around, her little mouth opening and closing constantly.

"Why rush? Good wine needs no bush."

Lan Wangshu spoke in a faint tone, looking at Li Yanhuan quietly, her heart still beating a little.

Li Yanhuan had been looking at the place for a long time when she was outside the door. When she walked in, she found a different world. Both the decoration and the display were very novel, and she had never seen many of the goods before.

"No wonder my cousin admires you so much, you are really smart."

Zhou Xingnan looked at them curiously. He didn't know Li Yanhuan, but he knew He Jinyu. His eyes moved to the plaque of the shop, which contained three large characters in the same font as the poem in Dingzhenlou.

He and Liu Huaian looked at each other, and the other nodded to confirm that it was indeed written in the same font. Thinking of the poem that Lan Wangshu wrote in regular script last time, they had a guess in their minds.

Her shop must have a close relationship with Dingzhenlou. Zhou Xingnan smiled slightly, but still couldn't accept that Lan Wangshu was a country girl. Just wait, he will definitely know her true identity this time.

Zhou Xingnan and Liu Huaian also walked in. There was not a single candle in the hall, but it was still bright and they could see everything clearly.

The two of them strolled around with a swagger, looking around and finding everything new and interesting.

"So this Zui Fu Sheng is your shop. Great, you little girl actually want to make money from me."

"Business is all about making money. I don't care who you are, but things are different now."

Lan Wangshu walked behind the counter and took out two school bags, treating it as free publicity. With Zhou Xingnan's identity on his shoulders, it should sell well.

"Duke Zhou..."

Zhou Xingnan looked at her fiercely, as if she was being tactless.

"Jingyang, Yun'an, these two schoolbags are for you. I ask you to take good care of my brother."

"Easy to say."

Zhou Xingnan took it and studied the backpack carefully like a curious baby. He even tried it on his back and found it to be labor-saving and convenient.

“This schoolbag is not cheap.”