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

"Miss Lan is really impressive."

There was a smile in Mo Yici's tone. Lan Wangshu was stunned. He always felt that there was something else behind his words, but he still maintained a faint smile.

"Young Master, come here often."

"kindness."

Mo Yici took the handkerchief and put it in his arms, responded coldly, and strode away.

The young man behind him looked at his back for a while as if he had seen a ghost, then picked up the handkerchief with a smile, said a simple goodbye and chased after Mo Yici.

"Boss, he is not a good man, a big ice cube, and he is very mean to me, his younger brother."

Lan Wangshu smiled and shook his head. This age is still precocious. She is not even fifteen years old. What a joke.

"Don't forget to go see the headmaster tomorrow."

The young man climbed onto the horse, shook the whip hanging on his wrist, and left behind a wanton back.

"Got it, boss."

Zhou Xingnan's voice came over, but the person had already run far away.

Lan Wangshu looked at his back and couldn't help feeling a little envious. She also liked riding horses in modern times, but horses were too expensive in this era. Zui Fusheng only looked luxurious, but in fact, the money she had could only buy a horse leg.

"Lan Wangshu, our profit today is only over thirty taels of silver. I thought you would make some progress with all the fanfare you put in. It's only over twenty taels more than usual, not even enough for me to buy a hairpin."

This profit was actually satisfactory for Lan Wangshu. After all, the daily transaction volume was only a few taels of silver, and ten taels of silver was considered lucky. She looked back at Yan Huan who was a little angry, smiled faintly, closed the door, took her hand and walked to the back of the counter to sit down.

"My dear lady, ordinary people may not be able to save ten taels of silver in a year, and the accounts are not calculated that way. Let's use our highest profit and sell ten taels of silver every day. This time, the profit is three times."

Li Yanhuan pouted unhappily, frowning tightly, still not satisfied with the result.

"But you went through so much trouble, and this is all."

"It's a lot. One mu of good farmland costs 500 taels of silver. Today's income can buy two mu of farmland. To put it in a more intuitive way, the silk cloth on your fan costs one tael of silver per roll, which can buy more than rolls of silk cloth. If it is converted to the most expensive refined rice now, it costs copper coins per stone. Thirty taels of silver and copper coins can buy stones of refined rice, which is enough for a rich family to eat for at least a year and a half. If it is converted to the rice we ate before the separation, which costs copper coins per stone, it is enough for my siblings to eat for three years."

Lan Wangshu originally just wanted to tell Li Yanhuan that the income was already quite a lot for an ordinary family, but the more he calculated, the more sad he felt.

What kind of life did the original owner and her siblings live in the past? A little boy was only worth two taels of silver. The sister did a bad thing, and the grandmother was not a good person either. This relationship should be severed as soon as possible.

In ancient times, the gap between the rich and the poor was so huge. If you don’t have a system, your brain alone may not be able to play any role.

[Host, I am very pleased that you have this awareness.]

"Oh my God, you are so poor!"

Li Yanhuan used a round fan to cover the lower half of his face, as if trying to hide his surprise. Lan Wangshu shook his head helplessly. It was true that in the eyes of rich people, they could not imagine how poor the poor were. The four siblings of the original body ate at many different houses, but they were not the poorest people.

"Yes."

Lan Wangshu nodded expressionlessly, but she couldn't help but complain in her heart. She thanked Li Yanhuan for reminding her that she was poor. She wouldn't have known that if the girl hadn't told her.

"Then why did you give me the glass casting recipe?"

"If I don't give it to you, who else can I give it to? Anyway, I have no power and influence and I can't keep it. If I give it to you, at least it can stay in your hands and make use of it."

Lan Wangshu's expression was indifferent, and her tone was indifferent. She knew that after Zui Fusheng's reputation was spread today, the glass manufacturing process would no longer be a secret. If someone forced it, she would have no way to refuse. Besides, she had younger brothers behind her. If she couldn't keep it, she would give it away. If she was unable to receive the treasure, it would be a disaster.

"Lan Wangshu, you are so kind to me. From today on, we are good sisters. If you like your cousin, I will give it to you."

Lan Wangshu was still praising himself in his heart, saying that he had done a good job, that he had thought things through and that there were gains and losses, but he was brought back to his senses by Li Yanhuan's words.

What did the little girl say just now? What did she mean by giving her cousin to her? What kind of lewd words were these? She shook her head quickly, denying her thoughts about He Jinyu as quickly as possible.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense, it's your He Jinyu, it has nothing to do with me, I really don't have any romantic feelings for him."

Li Yanhuan's originally touched expression froze. She tilted her head and looked at her for a while, her eyes full of confusion. She really couldn't understand in her little head why such a good cousin, who was liked by many noble ladies even in Kyoto, was so despised by Lan Wangshu.

"Why? My cousin is a handsome man, well-dressed, talented, good at business, and has a good family background. Aren't you tempted?"