After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

If Shen Nanzhi wants to make a difference, she needs to have a resounding identity. The only big shot she knows is Yang Lingzhao, and he happens to be quite suitable for her current age and dress style.

It's not like he has done anything criminal, so being able to use his identity is a sign of respect for him.

If Yang Lingzhao, who was far away in the capital city, knew what she was thinking, he would definitely be so angry that he would laugh. Should he thank you?

The middle-aged man hissed, "It's Young Master Yang?"

Everyone in the teahouse looked at her, but Shen Nanzhi remained calm: "Am I, Yang Lingzhao, shameful? Is it necessary for me to lie to you?"

"No, Master Yang, it's really unfair for you to condescend to come to our small county town. It's just a snowy day. Why did you go out and suffer this?"

"Oh, don't mention it. It's my father who's worried that his subordinates would neglect their duties and conceal the disaster, so he asked me to do it..."

Shen Nanzhi stopped talking halfway, feeling a little annoyed, as if he had let something slip. "Why are you asking so many questions? Do I need to explain to you what I do?"

This is consistent with the arrogance of the son of the prefect. It would be wrong to answer honestly.

In addition, he is young and naive, so he might accidentally let out his dissatisfaction, so it is normal for him to complain.

"Young Master Yang cares about the people. It's a blessing for us."

Shen Nanzhi snorted in dissatisfaction, looking reluctant and helpless, just like a playboy who was forced by his family to go out and make achievements.

The middle-aged man approached with a flattering smile and introduced himself: "My name is Xue Ziliang, and I'm in the medicinal materials business. I'm sorry for offending you just now. Young Master Yang, please don't mind. I'll treat you to some tea as an apology."

"Does this young master need this little tea money?"

Xue Ziliang would not miss this opportunity, "Mr. Yang certainly has it, isn't this a chance for us to show our filial piety?"

Other guests also introduced themselves. There were grain merchants, wealthy gentry, landlords, and relatives of Beijing officials who had retired and returned to their hometowns. They were all well-known wealthy gentry, otherwise they would not have the leisure to come out and drink tea in the heavy snow.

Shen Nanzhi looked better and made some friends with them. Soon she became the first person everyone invited, and everyone wanted to get close to her.

Shen Nanzhi refused them one by one, just left his residence and said goodbye.

After seeing him off, everyone had no appetite for tea anymore and paid their bills to go home.

Shen Changan followed Shen Nanzhi and walked back slowly. He didn't quite understand why she rejected those people. "Were we not asking for information? They invited us to dinner, why did my cousin refuse?"

Shen Nanzhi explained to him: "You don't understand this. You can only talk to one another to get information. With so many people here, no one dares to speak from the heart, and some taboo words cannot be said.

I'm playing hard to get. They'll come to the inn and invite me, and they'll even give me gifts. We can make some money again."

Shen Changan was convinced. He thought his cousin must be the reincarnation of the God of Wealth. All the money was delivered to her door. She had just made a lot of money from the county government, and people were giving her gifts.

"But if Young Master Yang finds out, will he cause trouble for us?"

"Do you have any evidence? There are so many liars in the world, he can only blame himself for his bad luck. Besides, these people will never go to the capital city in their lifetime, so they will definitely not go to verify it. As long as nothing goes wrong, I won't be exposed."

Shen Changan didn't understand what vest meant, probably because he didn't know how to use the bed.

Back at the inn, the innkeeper watched everyone building the kang and was skeptical. He decided to experiment in just a few of the lower-class guest rooms. If it worked, he would move on to renovating the other guest rooms.

The inferior guest rooms have nothing in them. There is just a big bunk bed and a few cabinets, so they are easy to clean.

Shen Nanzhi came back and told the shopkeeper, "If someone comes to see me later, tell them that I'm tired and won't see anyone. Just let them leave a visiting card."

"Okay, I'll make a note of it."

Shen Changan learned another trick: the more difficult it is to see him, the more they will believe in his cousin's identity.

Sure enough, someone soon came to find him, "Young Master Yang is staying here?"

Shen Nanzhi had not revealed her identity to begin with. Now that they were staying here, plus her instructions, the shopkeeper knew that they were looking for her, and said, "Yes, but the young master has instructed that he is tired and needs to rest, and will not see guests. Please leave your visiting card."

The servant had no choice but to leave a visiting card and a gift list. The shopkeeper touched the back of his head and said, "Didn't I say there was a gift list?"

Just accept it first and let Master Yang deal with it. No one will refuse a gift that comes to their doorstep. This is all money!

Shen Changan pretended nothing had happened and watched as waves of people left their belongings behind and left. It was just as Sister Nan Zhi had expected.