After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

After explaining all this, Wen Zhimiao said to the two of them, "You choose, we'll leave first."

After that, he asked Nanzhen to lead the way again, and the four of them continued to wander around the city.

Nanshao City is different from Yunjing, so the four of them find everything new. Bian Ruitong especially likes the knives here, which are long and sharp.

The craftsmanship of the knives sold outside is indeed average. Nanzhen said that if she really likes one, she can ask someone to find the most famous knife blacksmith in Nanshao to forge it. The knife she makes will definitely be a good one.

The swordsmith was a woman. I heard that this craft was passed down from father to son in her family. Unfortunately, her two older brothers were unlucky and died early.

Later, her father took in several apprentices, but they were all stupid and could not learn their ancestral skills. However, she liked forging swords since she was a child and had a strong comprehension ability.

In order to prevent the ancestral craft from being completely lost, her father finally taught her the method of forging swords. She improved the ancestral method again, greatly increasing the accuracy and success rate.

At first, some people looked down on her, but later she brought her own knife to Prince Shun's mansion and presented her most proud knife to Wen Rongxue in the street.

Then came fame.

After listening to this, Wen Zhimiao couldn't help but sigh: "If she doesn't succeed, who will? She has luck, intelligence, hard work, and courage. She has earned it."

Bian Ruitong also nodded frantically beside him: "It's just too expensive, I definitely can't afford it."

The little money her family gave her was not enough for her to make a knife.

Even with the salary given by Wen Zhimiao, it was still not enough. Wen Zhimiao paid her according to the salary of a bodyguard, which was actually not a small amount, but it did not prevent her from not being able to afford such a knife.

Wen Zhimiao smiled and said, "As for the knife, I'll give you one later."

"Eh...you're not going to steal one for me from the weapon rack in Prince Shun's mansion, are you?" Bian Ruitong said half-jokingly.

Wen Zhimiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do I need to steal? If I want a knife, my aunt will definitely give it to me!"

"Who is like you? You seem to be able to talk to everyone, but in the end, when you count your reliable connections, they all come down to me. You're a loser." Wen Zhimiao was half-joking.

Bian Ruitong chuckled but did not refute. After all, that was the fact and there was nothing to refute.

Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu saw a stall selling mask paintings. The paints were all from the owner herself, and her painting skills were really superb.

"Miao Miao, let's go take a look at that. Do you want to come with us?" Qi Linglang pulled Zheng Shu and they looked at Wen Zhimiao together.

Wen Zhimiao felt like the deputy monitor of the kindergarten class.

Bian Ruitong is the overly lively one, the other two are very introverted.

Shi Wanyue, who was not present, was the class monitor, and Wen Jiuzhao was the head teacher.

Wen Zhimiao glanced at the stall and said, "Let's go and take a look."

A group of people gathered together in front of the stall.

The stall owner greeted them warmly. After all, they looked elegantly dressed and of noble status, and with the guards following behind them, people dared not neglect them.

Wen Zhimiao was not very proficient in painting and was not that interested in it, but Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu began to study the stall owner's paints, saying that it would be great if they could be used on their models.

Bian Ruitong was also scribbling there.

Wen Zhimiao propped up his chin and looked around at the stalls on the street, thinking about what he could buy for Shi Wanyue.

As she was thinking, she suddenly heard a lively and cute voice.

"Boss, what is this?" This is what Nan Shao said.

The woman was wearing a black cloth dress and a beautiful silver ornament on her head.

Moreover, the black color, which should be dull, does not make her look old at all. Instead, it creates a unique sense of contrast.

Wen Zhimiao looked at her unconsciously, his eyes sweeping over the silver ornaments on her head. He felt that they looked slightly familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen something similar.

The girl and the boss were communicating in Nanshao dialect, which Wen Zhimiao could not understand. His eyes were still on her silver jewelry, and he could not remember anything.

"Miaomiao, what are you looking at?" After finishing painting, Bian Ruitong followed Wen Zhimiao's gaze and looked in the direction of the woman.

"So beautiful." Bian Ruitong exclaimed sincerely.

"Her eyes are gray, right?" Bian Ruitong asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's light gray, very rare." It should be very rare in the Eastern Continent, right?

Generally, this ethnic group doesn’t have this.

Wen Zhimiao was also very curious.

After the girl negotiated with the boss, the boss prepared a set of tools for her.

The girl was quite outgoing. She turned around and greeted them: "Can we sit and play together?"

Bian Ruitong nodded quickly: "Okay."

She moved to the side, Wen Zhimiao and Zheng Shu sat on the same side, and Nanzhen stood beside them to serve.

Duan Jiling happened to be sitting opposite Wen Zhimiao.

"My name is Duan Jiling. In your Central Plains dialect, it should be Ji which means high hopes, and Ling which means spiritual energy. My family is in the medicinal materials business. I came here to have fun. What about you guys?" Duan Jiling was very outgoing and friendly.

"Judging from the way you are dressed, you should be merchants from the Central Plains, right? And you have guards with you." After saying this, Duan Jiling looked at the guards behind Wen Zhimiao.

Wen Zhimiao nodded slightly: "Yes, my mother has been doing business here for many years. This time, she heard that the South Country suffered a flood, so she asked me to send some supplies to help the local people."

This was not a complete lie. She did come to deliver supplies, and her mother did order her to come.

In such an era, some wealthy businessmen also like to donate supplies, just like doing charity in later generations.

To gain a good reputation.

Duan Jiling nodded thoughtfully: "Oh, you and mother are both good people."

Wen Zhimiao chuckled: "Not really."

What a good person she is.

Her mother wasn't a good person either, but she was definitely a wise ruler.

Bian Ruitong scratched his head and said, "I think Miaomiao counts."

Wen Zhimiao chuckled and shook his head, too lazy to explain further.

She picked up the pen on the table, casually sketched a little man, then outlined a hat, and slowly prepared to color it.

Zheng Shu took a look from the side and said cautiously, "Wan Yue."

Wen Zhimiao coughed lightly and whispered, "Yeah."

"What did you paint? The paint is really nice." Duan Jiling looked at the mask in his hand, feeling like he had no idea where to start.

Wen Zhimiao shook his head: "Drawing randomly."

She was indeed scribbling, drawing on the paper all the little figures she could think of.

Duan Jiling: ...

I glanced at Bian Ruitong's again and found it to be of no reference value. I then glanced at Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu's and found their technical level to be too high and I couldn't learn from them.

In the end, she also scribbled.

"Haven't you had lunch yet?" Duan Jiling was really a very sociable person. He chatted with Wen Zhimiao and others while playing.

"No." Wen Zhimiao answered her lazily.

"I will invite you then, and thank you for your assistance to the people in the south."

Duan Jiling smiled at Wen Zhimiao, and Wen Zhimiao also slightly curved his eyes: "Okay, thank you."

"Why are you not polite at all?"

Wen Zhimiao blinked at her innocently: "You invited me to dinner and I refused. Doesn't that mean I look down on you?"

There is a sense of unreasonable rationality.