The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Half a month had passed unknowingly, and the second batch of dried bamboo shoots had been dried. Shi Yu and Nan Xing were helping to pack them, while Song Yunran was staring at the sacks of dried bamboo shoots on the ground in a daze.

If the jade pendant wasn't still in her arms, she would have thought she was just dreaming. She couldn't believe it herself. Was this a secret marriage?

I don’t know if my mother will be angry if she finds out, but now everyone is gone and I don’t know how to return the jade pendant.

Nan Xing looked at Song Yunran who was lost in thought: "Miss, everything is packed, can we set off now?"

"Ah? Oh, let's go!" Song Yunran came to his senses and responded immediately, then shook his head and said, forget it, let's go back next time we meet!

But this jade pendant doesn't look cheap, where should I put it? If I put it in the space, what if that stupid space fails to take it out?

After some hesitation, I simply wore it around my neck. Anyway, this jade pendant is so beautiful, I might as well treat it as an ornament.

Song Yunran carefully strung the jade pendant onto the rope and then put it around her neck.

Fu Nanchen outside the door had his Adam's apple sliding slightly, he opened his mouth and finally turned around and left quietly.

"Girl, are you ready?" Nanxing knocked on the door.

Song Yunran adjusted her hair and walked out: "Okay!"

Seeing that only his daughter came out, Nanxing looked around: "My brother is not here? He just said he came to see you."

Song Yunran looked around for a while in confusion and said, "No! I'll wait for you at the door first, you go look in his room."

When Song Yunran walked to the door, Song and Xiaobao were already waiting for her with a big bag of things.

"As a girl, you should be careful when you go out. You should take Nanxing or Shiyu with you when you do anything. You can't go out and run around by yourself. Remember?"

Song handed the things to Song Yunran, and she kept nagging and giving instructions without stopping for a moment.

"I understand, mother. Don't worry!" Song Yunran put the bag on the carriage, turned around and hugged Song's arm, and put her head on Song's shoulder like a spoiled child.

Xiaobao hugged Song Yunran's thighs and climbed up, shouting, "Third sister, Xiaobao also wants to be held."

"Great! Third sister, give my little treasure a hug."

After Nanxing and the other two came out, Song Yunran handed Xiaobao to Song, climbed onto the carriage and waved to them: "I'll be back soon, be sure to bring Jixiang with you when you go out, and go ask the village chief for help if you have any problems."

"Don't worry, girl! I will take good care of Aunt Song."

"Mom knows!" Song held Xiaobao in her arms and watched her daughter's carriage going away, feeling a sense of loss.

Perhaps what her elder brother and father said was right. Her daughter was destined to be an extraordinary person, and she couldn't keep her by her side just because of her narrow-minded and short-sighted vision.

Even though Song was very reluctant, she still endured it. She couldn't be so selfish. The child could walk her own path, and even if she, as a mother, couldn't help, she shouldn't hold her back.

"Mom, why are you unhappy? Are you missing your third sister?" Xiaobao reached out and held Song's face, looking at her frowning brows.

Song rubbed Xiaobao's head and said softly: "Mother is not unhappy, just a little worried."

The serious Xiaobao stretched out his little hand and gently smoothed Song's brows: "Third sister is so powerful, mother, don't worry, we just need to wait for her to come back at home."

Although the rain had stopped, the horse's hooves still splashed water.

Song Yunran lifted one side of the curtain in the carriage, and the unique scent of grass and trees after the rain floated into the carriage through the air. After taking a deep breath, he felt as if he was washed by spiritual water. He looked up at the hazy mountains, as if he was in a mysterious fairyland.

Song Yunran was immersed in the beautiful scenery of the mountains and didn't notice that Fu Nanchen was staring at her intently opposite her.

She smiled, and he also raised the corners of his mouth.

Nan Xing, who was standing aside, looked at her young master's infatuated look with a complicated expression, and secretly complained in her heart: The girl is only eleven years old. Although she is pretty, her young master is too impatient!

In fact, she didn't know that there was someone in Prince Ming's Mansion who was more anxious than her son.

The few of them rushed to the shop in the city without stopping, and didn't even have a proper lunch. Each of them just ate a few walnut cookies that Song Yunran had failed to make.

"Uncles, Brother Xiangsheng, Brother Guisheng," Song Yunran, who had just jumped off the carriage, rushed directly into his own newly renovated restaurant.

Several people were cleaning up the garbage left over from the renovation. When they heard Song Yunran's voice, they all put down what they were holding and walked out.

"Didn't you say you would come tomorrow? Why are you here today?" my uncle asked first.

Song Yunran touched his chin and answered seriously: "Of course I came here in advance to see if there is anything I can do to help."

"Sister Yunran, here we are!" The Xiangsheng brothers responded cheerfully.

Then they all stared at Song Yunran, who seemed like a different person. In their memory, this girl was still a skinny and dark-skinned child a year ago, but in just one year she had become like a rich girl.

And with that kind of demeanor, he really doesn't look like a child from a farming family.

Seeing Song Yunran's playful look, Song Zijin couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle will take you to have a look. If you feel dissatisfied with anything, tell uncle and he will correct it before it opens."

The entire restaurant was built strictly according to her drawings, without any mistakes. The more Song Yunran looked at it, the more satisfied she was. She was so excited that she wanted to run around the restaurant.

Next, Song Yunran quickly asked Shi Yu and others to take down the dried bamboo shoots and dried black fungus, as well as the menu that had been prepared a few days ago, from the carriage.

The dried bamboo shoots and black fungus were placed in the storage room, and the menus were all hung on the wall.

If you don’t leave the house for three or several months after decoration in modern times, you really wouldn’t dare to move in. But it’s different here. You can move in immediately after the decoration is completed today, without having to worry about formaldehyde leukemia or anything like that.

After they worked together to clean up the garbage in the restaurant, it was already dark. Seeing that everyone's face was covered with dust, Song Yunran asked them to go back to the inn to wash up before going to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

I went to the dental clinic to find Uncle Li, intending to invite him for dinner and ask if there was anyone suitable who could be hired as a waiter.

"Hey, young man, isn't Uncle Li here today?" Song Yunran went in and looked around but couldn't find Uncle Li.

The man took a look at Song Yunran and then remembered her. At that time, he had taken her people to buy three maids!

As soon as the young man heard about Uncle Li, his face was filled with worry. He sighed and said, "Miss Song, Uncle Li has been ill these days and hasn't been here for several days. If you have any questions, please tell me and I'll see if I can help."

"It's okay, I just want to treat him to a meal."

Upon hearing that Uncle Li was ill, Song Yunran could not help but frown. After thanking the young man, he walked towards the restaurant. All along the way, Uncle Li's shrewd face was in his mind.