The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

"It is my honor that my cake suits your taste, young lady."

Song Youan calmed her mind and said quietly, "There's no need to double the price. I will try my best to make more and sell the rest to you, young lady. But please keep this a secret. I just want to do business honestly and don't want to offend anyone."

"Of course." Zhu Ling nodded, and then instructed the maid, "Go and get the Dongzhu earring from my jewelry box and give it to Miss Song."

The wording used this time was different from yesterday. Zhu Ling said "gift" instead of "reward".

The meaning of these two words is gratitude.

Song Youan couldn't help but think of what Miss Li had said to her yesterday: Although Miss Zhu Ling is a little arrogant, she is not a bad person.

"Miss, I don't want these material things today. I just have a favor to ask for your help." Song Youan stood up and said with her head down.

"Oh?" Zhu Ling raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at her with interest: "Miss Song, what's the problem?"

Song Youan pondered for a moment before saying, "It's not a problem. I just want to buy a property in Kyoto. I've been wandering around Kyoto these past few days and found an abandoned mansion in Fuhua Lane on Dongyang Street. There's a plaque of a manor house hanging on the main gate, and it's also sealed by the government. I wonder who originally lived there? Is it possible for a commoner like me to buy it?"

In this sealed manor, a small warehouse in the corner of the backyard is the door for her to travel between two time and space.

The mansion had been abandoned for a long time, with weeds growing inside and it was in a dilapidated state. When Song Youan first came here, he left directly through a gap in the wall at the back where it had collapsed. Later, when he went around to the front door, he found that the mansion was sealed.

She had to find a way to buy this house, otherwise it would be terrible if it suddenly became someone else's home one day.

However, she didn't know much about buying and selling houses in Dazhao, especially since this house was sealed and had obviously been confiscated by the imperial court.

After hearing Song Youan's words, Zhu Ling blurted out, "You mean the Zhuang Mansion? Three years ago, that family was collectively exiled because of a rebellious poem written by the Zhuang family's second son. All their property, including that house, was confiscated by the imperial court."

"It's not difficult for Miss Song to get the house she wants, but I have to remind her that the location of this manor is indeed good, but why has no one bought it in three years? To put it bluntly, everyone thinks that the manor is unlucky."

"It doesn't matter. I'm just a commoner and no one in my family wants to take the imperial examination, so I don't care about this." Song Youan said.

"Alright, that's easy. All the confiscated property deeds in Kyoto are now under the management of our Real Estate Division. A good friend of my second brother holds real power here. I can just ask someone to give him a heads up."

Zhu Ling was very straightforward. In her eyes, this kind of thing that just required some talking was not a big deal.

Moreover, Fuhua Lane is very close to her Fuyang Marquis Mansion. If Miss Song really settles down here in the future, it will be much easier for her to eat cake.

"Thank you for your help, Miss. I wonder how much silver a house like the Zhuang Mansion would cost?" Song Youan asked.

Zhu Ling chuckled at this. "If anyone's willing to buy this unlucky place, it's a blessing from our company. It's not that expensive. It's been uninhabited for three years, and with everything ransacked and destroyed during the house search, the house is probably in a state of disrepair. Repairing it would probably cost more than buying it."

"But you don't have to worry, young lady. The business you'll receive from Sister Chu You in half a month will be enough for you to settle down in Kyoto. After all, it's a full one thousand taels."

After hearing Zhu Ling's words, Song Youan felt more at ease.

It was noon when she came out of the Fuyang Marquis' Mansion. She did not rush back, but found a restaurant with good business on Chang'an Street and planned to have lunch at Dazhao.

The restaurant was almost full, and the names of the various dishes were engraved on wooden plaques hanging on the wall. Many of the dishes were so delicious that one meal in later times would take at least ten years to prepare.

"Braised bear paw."

"Boiled chicken."

"Braised Jackdaw."

"Three Fresh Osmanthus Soup."

Since he was traveling alone, Song Youan only ordered three dishes and a soup according to his ability.

"Boss, is there really no other room?"

"Sir, this is really the only upper room left!"

"Boss, please give us a discount. We came all the way from Huainan and we don't have much money left."

"Gentlemen, as you know, the Imperial Examination is approaching. Candidates from all over Dazhao have been flocking to Kyoto these days. All the inns have gone up in price. I'm here to do business. How about you try somewhere else?"

Song Youan was waiting for the food to be served when she saw two scholars with backpacks on their backs bargaining with the shopkeeper at the counter. Because they were close to her, she could hear them clearly.

It turns out that this was the time of the imperial examinations in Dazhao, no wonder there were so many people who looked like scholars on the street.

"Brother Fengyan, what should we do? If we spend all the money we have on staying in the hotel, what will we do when we go back?" One of the shorter scholars asked anxiously.

The other man, who was thinner and taller, said, "The imperial examination is crucial. It would be a shame if we let a lack of rest affect the results. Besides, we've been searching all the way here. The imperial examination is a special period, and all the inns are full. If we give up this one, we might end up sleeping on the streets."

The two men carefully took out the remaining change in their pockets, and after scraping together all they had, it was less than two taels.

"Only enough for three days." The short scholar was in tears.

Fortunately, I will try it on the fourth day.

"Let's find another way to eat."

The two men gritted their teeth, seemingly determined. However, just as they were about to pay, Song Youan suddenly appeared behind them and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you Liu Fengyan from Huainan?"

The two men turned around and looked at the beautiful woman in surprise.

Liu Fengyan's eyes changed from shock to confusion. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Miss, do you recognize me? May I ask who you are...?"

"My last name is Song, and Master Liu doesn't recognize me, but I've long heard of your great name." Song Youan, feeling agitated, said calmly, "Master Liu wrote 'Falling Nine Provinces: Recalling Huainan in March' by the Huainan River,' a poem of exceptional talent. I've heard it in Kyoto, and I just overheard the two young masters talking. This one addressed you as Brother Fengyan, and he's from Huainan, so I took the liberty to approach and ask."

Liu Fengyan, the top scorer in the imperial examination in the 24th year of Da Zhao, wrote nearly a thousand poems in his lifetime and was already famous before he took the imperial examination.

In elementary school, middle school, high school and even college, Song Youan has learned his ancient poetry. His seven-character quatrains are particularly powerful, and he was given the title of the best seven-character quatrain writer!

"So that's how it is. Miss Song, you're too kind." Liu Fengyan bowed in return. Song Youan's praise made him feel a little relieved in his current predicament.

Song Youan smiled faintly and turned to the shopkeeper at the counter and said, "Shopkeeper, please allow the two young masters to take the remaining upper room. I'll pay for it."

"Miss Song, this is absolutely not possible!" Liu Fengyan was shocked and subconsciously refused.