How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Xia Chu flipped through the books, finally asking Jia Qingwu to help her choose. Mo Qingmei flipped through them again. She knew all the stories by heart. Perhaps influenced by Xia Chu's words, her eyes finally stopped at "Mulan Joins the Army in Place of Her Father."

After hearing this, Bai Wuxia was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

After two cups of tea, the auspicious troupe arrived to announce that the first act was ready. Ladies, please move over; it will begin shortly.

The first play, "Rescuing Mother at Mount Li," was a familiar one. It was a mythical tale about Erlang Shen splitting a mountain to rescue his mother. Xia Chu had heard various versions of this story, seen it in TV dramas and cartoons, but this was her first time attending an opera. She grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and remembered an actor who had been deified after playing Erlang Shen. She couldn't recall his name, but she remembered that he portrayed the god's majesty with remarkable good looks, and his martial arts were exceptional.

At this moment, the martial artist on the stage was also very skilled, performing backflips and frontflips. Bai Wuxia couldn't help but applaud and cheer. The martial artist on the stage became even more excited, doing more than ten somersaults in a row, and finally stood firmly without shaking.

Naturally, a morning of four acts wouldn't be enough to watch them all, so everyone was still craving more by the time they ate. Jia Qingwu had meticulously prepared the luncheon, and Bai Wuxia and the other three praised it highly. In the past, they usually didn't eat much at banquets, picking up their chopsticks a few times before putting them down. But at a friend's house, there was no need to be so cautious. Jia Qingwu gently encouraged them, and everyone ate their fill.

Bai Wuxia put down his chopsticks and joked, "The food at Aunt Jia's is really delicious. I'll come again next time."

This made Jia Qingwu smile even wider. "Come on, anytime you want."

"Aunt, you can't spoil her. She is thick-skinned and has a big appetite." Lin Lang teased with a smile.

Before Bai Wuxia could speak, Jia Qingwu said, "I'm looking forward to you guys coming over to play. It's just me and Xia Chu at home, and it feels lonely."

"You ate a lot just now." Bai Wuxia rinsed his mouth.

"Not as much as you eat." Lin Lang retorted.

Seeing the two bickering again, Li Yun shook her head and laughed, then turned to discuss the next storybook with Mo Qingmei. Xia Chu came over, and the three of them discussed the background style of the next story.

Jia Qingwu waved her hand to have the leftovers removed and hot tea served. The maids quietly cleared the table and replaced it with fruit and snacks.

Bai Wuxia and Lin Lang argued for a few moments before they both laughed and began criticizing each other's childishness. Jia Qingwu found it both amusing and endearing; they were both equally matched, and neither could truly argue with the other.

"What are they talking about?" Bai Wuxia found it boring, and seeing the other three people gathered together talking and laughing, she couldn't help but ask.

"Let's read the new storybook." Lin Lang said, and came over.

"What storybook?" Bai Wuxia was confused. "Are there any new storybooks?" Although she didn't like reading much, she did read storybooks. However, she was more active and had little time for reading.

"Didn't you tell her?" Seeing Bai Wuxia's confused face, Xia Chu looked at Mo Qingmei.

Mo Qingmei looked at Li Yun and Lin Lang. The four of them looked at each other. At the same time, they thought, "It's over. I'm going to get angry."

"All four of you knew about it! But no one told me!?" Bai Wuxia was indeed angry after hearing this, "I'm the only outsider?"

"Wuxia, that's not the case." Mo Qingmei's home was close to Bai Wuxia's, and the two of them often went in and out together. However, she had been really busy recently and had forgotten about it for a moment.

"I forgot," Li Yun explained. "I've been thinking about how to write the story book these days, and my mind is completely occupied. It's my fault."

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I forgot to mention it when I asked Wuxia to ride last time." Xia Chu took the blame on himself.

"I, I," Lin Lang looked around. She was even busier, painting and preparing her dowry at the same time. "I was wrong."

Jia Qingwu frowned, fearing that the children would develop a grudge against each other because of this, but she couldn't interrupt and could only worry.

Bai Wuxia crossed his arms, raised his chin, and watched the others explain and admit their mistakes. Suddenly, he laughed, "Don't do it again. I'll forgive you this time. But next time, don't leave me out alone."

The remaining four people all breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they were not angry.

After enjoying being surrounded and coaxed by her friends for a while, Bai Wuxia was indeed a little angry and even sad when she first heard about this. But when she saw their anxious explanations, her anger subsided. "What storybook did you get? Let me see it too."

"I have some at home. I'll bring it to you when I get home." Mo Qingmei held her hand. "I wasn't in a good mood a while ago, so Xia Chu suggested that I find something to do so I wouldn't have to worry too much. I was really busy, but I neglected you."

"Don't do this next time, okay?" Bai Wuxia pointed at a few people and frowned deliberately, "I'll let you go this time." After saying that, he laughed.

After this incident was exposed, the five of them put their heads together to think about what kind of story this chapter should be about. Themes like a talented scholar and a beautiful woman, or a fairy repaying a favor, were already commonplace.

Bai Wuxia suggested writing a story about a female knight. When she was a child, she had read stories about knights and she wanted to travel the world alone on horseback, carrying a sword and a glass of wine.

Xia Chu suggested writing a story that went against the grain. Everyone had their own opinions, and they'd forgotten about their nap time. When they were talking until their mouths were dry, they realized Jia Qingwu had left without them noticing.

"Where is my mother?" Xia Chu looked at Cuihua.

"The mistress went for a nap. Seeing you were so engrossed, I didn't disturb her." Cuihua finished speaking and continued, "Butler Fu just came over and asked if we wanted to continue the opera this afternoon."

"Listen." Lin Lang said quickly, "We've been talking for almost an hour. I need to rest my brain."

"And a mouth." Bai Wuxia continued.

The group returned to the opera, not dispersing until dinnertime. Jia Qingwu offered to stay for dinner, but after being politely declined, she didn't insist. It was best for a woman to return before dark; staying out too late would worry her family, and it would also be bad for her reputation.

"You two wrote a storybook together?" Jia Qingwu asked with a smile after everyone else had left, "Can I show it to Mom, too?"

"Of course," Xia Chu agreed immediately, "but we won't write it together. It's mainly Sister Yun who will write, and I will occasionally do some talking."

"That's a good idea." Jia Qingwu not only wanted to read the storybooks, but she also had other things in mind. She had just heard that their storybooks were very popular, but they were only circulated within Lin'an City. They wouldn't sell well for long. Everything has a certain set of fans. If they all had the book, it would definitely be unsaleable. They weren't famous figures with extraordinary talent, so booksellers from other places wouldn't come all the way here.

So Xia Chu’s idea was to keep publishing new books. When this one is almost done, he would publish the next one. This way, there would always be books to sell.

But Jia Qingwu thought, if the story is very attractive, why not let her send it to Huizhou, and then sell it in both places, wouldn’t she be able to make more money?