Quick Wear: The Wronged One Becomes Rebellious

"Lao Gao, it's a good thing to gain weight. Look at me, I'm so blessed. Others want to grow like us but don't have the chance. But if you gain more weight, you'll have trouble breathing while working."

Shopkeeper Gao: -----

After a few pleasantries, Mr. Meng told Manager Gao that he was going to let his daughter run the tavern so that she could gain experience.

"Lao Gao, you have to take the trouble to teach A-Yao, don't be secretive!"

"It's my pleasure, sir." He bowed to Gu Li again, "Miss, you can ask me anything about business!"

"Thank you, Uncle Gao."

Mr. Meng stayed here for half an hour and then got up to inspect another shop. Gu Li did not follow him. After seeing Mr. Meng off, Jiang Zhuo returned to the tavern.

Gu Li talked to Manager Gao about the recent profitability of the shop. After looking through the account books of the wine shop for the past three months, she had a certain understanding of the wine shop.

Through the introduction of Manager Gao, Gu Li was more certain that the current customer group of the tavern was middle-aged men in their thirties and forties.

The purpose of coming to a tavern is to get together and chat, talk about current affairs, and hot events in the surrounding area.

For example, at the wedding banquet of Mr. Meng's daughter a while ago, the bride and groom were arrested by yamen runners and forced to serve as laborers before they even got married.

This matter was not only hotly discussed in the streets where the Meng family lived, but it was also directly spread to East and West Streets, and for a time it became a news that everyone talked about with relish.

In addition to people living nearby, traveling merchants would also choose to rest in the tavern.

Gu Li didn't care that she had become the focus of others' gossip. People only knew that Meng Jiangnu was very pitiful, and on the wedding day, the groom was captured. But they didn't know that all this was part of her calculations.

They were talking about Meng Jiangnu, but she was both Meng Jiangnu and not Meng Jiangnu.

"Ayao, this is the rice cake I just bought on the way back. It's still hot. Try it and see if it tastes good!" Jiang Zhuo took out an oil-paper bag from his arms and stuffed it into Gu Li's hand.

"Feel it, it's still warm."

If you don't eat hot food quickly, it will lose its taste when it gets cold. Gu Li gave everyone a piece of food and told them about his plan to improve the restaurant while they ate.

"I know the actors who sing little songs to entertain the audience, but how should the storytellers do it?" Manager Gao finished the rice cake in two bites.

"So I would like to ask Manager Gao to help me keep an eye out for someone who is good at speaking. If he is eloquent, I will personally guide him in his performance!"

Manager Gao looked at Gu Li with some uncertainty. She was not even as old as his daughter, so what could she know? Don't think that one thing will happen and only he will be troubled.

But Manager Gao had no right to refuse, as the shop belonged to someone else. Business was already bad, so it was fine no matter how much loss it made.

"Okay, Uncle Gao will keep an eye on it for you. Does the young lady have any other requests for the storyteller?"

This era was relatively friendly to women. There were no restrictions on women going out, and women could also engage in business. However, there were not many women who could really stand in front of people.

"It's best if it's a man. There's no age limit, but it's best if he's about the same age as Uncle Gao." People with a certain amount of experience can tell stories with more interest.

It's not that she discriminates against women coming to her shop to tell stories, but it's mainly because there are so many grown men in the yard, and if she invites a woman, it would be somewhat inconvenient and she wouldn't have a place to stay.

This is all we can do for now.

Jiang Zhuo, who had been listening to Gu Li for the whole morning, half-turned his body to talk to the people in the car when he was driving Gu Li back home.

"If you want to talk about the war at the border in the tavern, I can recommend someone to you!"

"Who is it?" Gu Li sat at the door of the carriage and asked through the crack.

The running carriage created a gust of wind that blew straight through the crack in the door, freezing Gu Li so much that she shivered and she moved to the side to hide.

"He was a soldier under my command when I was the head of the garrison. But someone cut off one of his legs. He returned to the village with me this time. He can no longer be a soldier, so he should be looking for a job."

"Where is his family from?"

"It's Baile Village under our county."

Gu Li had never heard of this place, so she just asked, "Then let him come over and give it a try."

It’s not because she wants to use this person because she wants to talk about the border war, but she will give priority to soldiers who have defended the country.

"Okay, I'll go to Baile Village later."

"Yeah." After saying that, Gu Li shrank back to the deepest part of the carriage to avoid the biting cold wind that penetrated every pore.

"Brother, please put on a cloak when you are on the road. It's cold, don't catch a cold!"

Jiang Zhuo's heart felt warm, and he grinned with his big white teeth, "Brother, you're really not cold."

He wasn't wearing much, but he was wearing cotton-padded clothes made of the finest cotton, and a tiger-skin hat, so he really wasn't very cold.

Only the tip of his nose that was exposed was blown red by the wind.

"If you catch a cold before the wedding, we'll have to postpone it to the next good day."

Jiang Zhuo: ------

"I will go back and get the cloak later!" I had finally convinced Uncle Meng to move up the wedding date, so how could I delay it?

Jiang Zhuo obediently put on the thickest cloak and set off for Baile Village. He did not return to the town until dark.

He brought his former comrade-in-arms back to his home and arranged for Qi Dashan to stay there. It was already very late.

Standing on the side of the wall adjacent to the Meng Mansion, looking up at the direction of the small second floor where Gu Li was, he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have dirty A Yao's wooden window last night and he hadn't cleaned it yet.

The lights in A Yao's room were off as usual.

It was so late, Jiang Zhuo didn't have the heart to disturb her any longer, so he had to reluctantly walk around the newly decorated bridal chamber before returning to his temporary sleeping room.

Without someone's disturbance, Gu Li slept well and woke up naturally at noon.

"Miss, I just saw Mr. Jiang from next door wandering around the wall from the window." It is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Jiang has been practicing boxing and shooting over there since dawn and has been staying there until now.

The embroidery building where Gu Li lives is located on the east side of the entire Meng Mansion. Outside the embroidery building, there is a path to the east that is planted with flowers and plants and leads to the back garden. Next to it is the wall that separates the family from the Jiang family.

No wonder she always heard the sound of breaking wind in the morning. Gu Li thought it was the usual northwest wind in winter which was even stronger today.

It turns out someone was playing tricks.

Gu Li stood by the window of the pavilion and saw the dark bloody handprint at a glance. She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, but could only see a small area in the middle of the next yard to the east, but did not see Jiang Zhuo.

Her two-story building is still not tall enough.

"Hua Ping, go to the back utility room and get a wooden ladder to lean against the east wall!"

There were many fruit-bearing trees planted in the backyard. During the harvest season, Gu Li would climb the trees with her maids to pick the fruits, so there was a wooden ladder in the utility room of her small building.

"Yes, ma'am."