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

"This poem is wonderful, but this kind of feeling of being alone but not alone, not alone but not alone, not alone but alone, doesn't seem like something a little girl like the Lan family's sister could write."

"So I said it wasn't written by me, it was written by Li Bai."

Lan Wangshu leaned back in the hanging chair, tilted her head slightly, squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky. Liu Huaian seemed to understand why she could write such a poem. She supported a large family by herself and had younger brothers, but when she encountered problems, she could only solve them by herself and had no one to talk to.

If Lan Wangshu knew what he was thinking, he would definitely sigh that scholars are really good at reading comprehension. He can think of things for her even though she herself hasn't thought of them.

"Boss, please accept me as your apprentice. I want to learn how to write poetry from you and amaze everyone in Kyoto when I return."

Zhou Xingnan's eyes were shining, and he held the thin piece of paper carefully, as if he was holding something valuable.

Lan Wangshu looked at Zhou Xingnan and pursed his lips unconsciously. This kid just thought whatever he wanted.

"I don't know how to write poetry. I can't teach you, really."

The girl's eyes widened, full of sincerity.

"It's okay, Boss, just write whatever you want, I will definitely memorize it."

"Then you carry it on your back."

"Wangshu, why not use this poem to promote Zui Fu Sheng instead?"

Lan Wangshu shook his head, gave up the idea, and decided to stick with the original plan.

"If Zui Fusheng wants to keep pace with Dingzhenlou, it needs some curiosity. This poem is written on the wall of Zui Fusheng's lobby. This can also play a role of first suppressing and then praising. The same handwriting and the same author are enough to make the styles of the two scores distinct. What do you think?"

"That makes sense. I'll follow your arrangement and proceed according to the plan."

"Boss, I'll ask my friends to come over and support you then."

Lan Wangshu found it hard to imagine such an expression appearing on the face of a young master like Zhou Xingnan. It seemed a bit servile. She said she couldn't understand it and was greatly shocked.

"Okay, I'll reserve this box with the revolving table for you. By the way, come over when you go back to the county school tomorrow and bring some cakes for my brother."

It just so happens that Zhou Xingnan will be going back tomorrow, so she can bring some puffs to Lan Luochen. These puffs cannot be eaten if they are left overnight. It will also let everyone know that besides He Jinyu, there is also Zhou Xingnan behind Lan Luochen, so she can feel more at ease.

"Okay, boss."

"Let's go then, Boss."

Liu Huaian bowed awkwardly and stood up to say goodbye. Although it was strange to call a woman the boss, since Zhou Xingnan called her that, he could only follow suit. He didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The younger sister of the Lan family was very talented.

"Wangshu, do you think the chefs' skills are good enough for a tofu banquet?"

"Of course, we'll do a big job during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The corners of Lan Wangshu's eyes were turned up, his chin was slightly raised, his eyes were sparkling, his back was straight, and he had a kind of heroic spirit, the unique boldness and unruliness of a young man were vividly displayed, and He Jinyu and Li Yanhuan felt their hearts pounding when they saw him.

"Very good, then I will take my cousin back first."

Lan Wangshu saw them off, cleaned up the place, and since there were not many people around, he prepared to close the shop.

The next day, she opened the door early and waited for Zhou Xingnan to come. She was writing something on the account book with a pencil and ruler.

Someone knocked on the counter twice. Looking in the direction of the hand, Zhou Xingnan was wearing a white robe with light purple lace and bamboo on it. He was carrying a red backpack and looked like the boy next door.

"Is this... a school uniform?"

"Yeah, boss."

Lan Wangshu instantly understood what a dumb groom meant and pointed to the packed wooden food box on the counter, which was engraved with the Zui Fusheng logo.

"You guys can eat together. I prepared a lot. It won't taste good after today."

"Then I'll go first, Boss."

Lan Wangshu nodded and watched him leave. She had a younger brother inexplicably and felt like she was really Li Bai and Zhou Xingnan was Wang Lun.

She was busy at the counter for a while, and other shops on the street opened one after another, and everyone could see her figure through the glass.

Many people had never seen such transparent glass, and they were standing at the door talking about it. They looked at the plaque and didn't know what it was for. Three of them gathered at the door pointing and talking.

Lan Wangshu was still standing there motionless, drawing a table on the account book. Li Yanhuan came over from the crowd, and when they saw her come in, some people were eager to try.

"Why are there so many people gathered at the door?"

"Curious."

Lan Wangshu's hands kept moving. Li Yanhuan poked her head over. Lan Wangshu smiled, and she looked away uncomfortably.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to keep accounts."

As a matter of course, Lan Wangshu used the statistical accounting methods and Arabic numerals that all time-traveling women must have, and taught Li Yanhuan step by step.

"Oh, why is this so difficult?"

"Don't be anxious, take your time."

Lan Wangshu turned sideways and grabbed Li Yanhuan's handwriting. He used the association method for each number to help her remember it clearly. After she finished writing it all, Lan Wangshu let go.

"Do you remember this, Miss Li?"