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

Originally thought there were only three people in the corner, but when Song Youan looked carefully, he found that there were five children.

It was because they were all too thin and huddled together in tattered black clothes that Song Youan couldn't see clearly for a moment.

One of the children seemed to feel Song Youan's gaze. He pushed aside the messy hair on his forehead and looked at Song Youan. Although his eyes were so dark that his gender could not be seen, they were particularly bright.

"Don't look at me, girl. Be careful or they'll come looking for you and ask for food."

The shopkeeper brought out a steaming basket of buns and saw Song Youan staring at the little beggar, so he couldn't help but remind him.

Song Youan looked away and asked, "Are there always beggars at this intersection?"

The shopkeeper glanced at her and smiled, "Are you new here? These little beggars are always here. Maybe you didn't notice them before."

"But they are just some brave little kids. As long as you don't provoke them, they won't bother you."

This bun shop has been open for many years, and the owner is naturally familiar with everything here.

Song Youan nodded in understanding, and when he looked up again, he found that the child who had just looked at him had lowered his head. There was only a toothless bowl in front of the few people for begging, but there was not a single copper coin in the bowl.

The buns are very fragrant. The shop owner said that the meat used to make the buns is fresh pork slaughtered on the same day by the butcher shop next door. The neighbors around here all recognize their buns.

Song Youan was very hungry and finished the whole basket of buns very quickly.

She felt in her sleeve pocket and took out ten taels of silver from a pile of banknotes to pay the bill. This was the smallest amount of silver she had on her.

"Miss, you only have about twenty copper coins. I can't make change for ten taels of silver," said the shopkeeper.

His roadside stall only collected copper coins every day, and small change was rare, let alone ten taels of silver.

No one would spend ten taels of silver to eat at a bun shop.

"If you can't find the change, then don't bother. Could you please pack a few baskets of buns for me?" Song Youan said.

The shopkeeper heard this and said, "Even if you buy all my buns today, they are still not worth ten taels of silver."

Song Youan thought for a moment and said, "How about this, shopkeeper? I'll leave the rest with you. From now on, you deliver five baskets of buns to the beggars across the street, twice a day, until they're all gone."

"Hey girl, are you doing good deeds?" The shopkeeper was slightly surprised, and looked at Song Youan with some respect in his eyes.

Song Youan smiled and said, "It's not about doing good deeds, but seeing how young they are, they're really pitiful. Shopkeeper, don't bluff me. I live in Fuhua Alley, and these ten taels of silver are enough to feed them for a long time."

"Miss, you're joking. I do business to earn my keep. How could I be greedy for a beggar's buns?" The shopkeeper had already wrapped several buns and tied them up before handing them to Song Youan, saying, "Miss, don't worry. Leave this to me."

Song Youan nodded, holding the vase in one hand and the buns in the other, and walked across the street. The owner of the bun shop looked over here curiously.

The little beggars raised their heads almost subconsciously and saw a beautiful sister standing in front of them.

"Eat some buns."

Song Youan didn't say much, but just placed the buns wrapped in oil paper in front of the beggars.

The little beggars reacted and rushed over together, then each picked up a package and opened it. There were five buns in each package, and they were still hot.

Without caring about anything else, several people started to eat voraciously. They finished one bun, which was as big as a small fist, in just two or three bites.

Only after finishing the five buns did one of the little boys look up, only to find that the beautiful sister was gone. He looked around in panic, but in the end, he only saw a light green figure disappearing into the flashy alley opposite.

"Don't eat anymore," the little boy said hoarsely, causing the others to stop and look at him. He reached out and took a few unopened buns into his arms: "Save some for the girls."

Several boys nodded, as if they all listened to what the boy said.

The boy stood up, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the bun shop opposite.

The shop owner just saw clearly that the little beggars had not finished the buns that the girl took over, so why did they come now?

"Uncle, does the sister who just gave us the buns live in here?"

The little boy said this and pointed to the entrance of the flashy alley nearby.

The shopkeeper nodded and said, "Yes, you kids have met a good person. If you want to eat buns in the future, just tell me, but don't disturb my customers."

The little boy frowned when he heard this, as if he didn't understand.

"The girl didn't tell me?" The shopkeeper was a little surprised, thinking that she really did good deeds without leaving her name. Well, it can't be hidden after all. "The girl left me some money and asked me to give you buns every day, so come here when you are hungry."

The little boy finally understood. His eyes flickered at the entrance of the flashy alley and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Song Youan walked all the way to Youanju. She didn't take what happened just now to heart. She didn't do it on purpose. It was just that when she saw the little beggar, she suddenly felt that she had earned so much money in Dazhao, and she should help those in need in Dazhao.

She was able to help Liu Fengyan and Han Mo in the restaurant, so she can help these children today as well.

In Song Youan's eyes, there is no difference between the two things, they are the same.

At this time, in front of Youanju's door, there was a man in a gray robe looking inside through the crack of the tightly closed door.

Song You settled her steps and took a closer look at the man. He was dressed neatly and elegantly, and looked to be in his thirties. There happened to be other people passing through the alley, so she wasn't too scared anymore. She asked directly from the bottom of the stone steps, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

The man was startled and jumped up. When he turned around and saw Song Youan, he couldn't help but pat his chest and said, "Miss Song, right?"

Song Youan nodded.

The man came down the stone steps, stood still, and introduced himself: "I am the steward of the Shangshu Mansion, my surname is Wang."

Song Youan nodded and thought about the Shangshu Mansion. She seemed to have been there once when delivering a cake.

"Uncle Wang, what do you want to talk to me about?" Song Youan asked.

Steward Wang said, "My wife wants to order some cakes from Miss Song. I wonder if you can make them?"

"when do you needit?"

"The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, my wife invited several officials and their wives from Kyoto to come to our house for tea and to listen to opera..."

Song Youan nodded: "Okay, I'll deliver it."

Steward Wang's eyes lit up, and he pulled out two hundred-liang silver notes from his pocket. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Song. I just saw the sign that said no visitors today, but Madam asked me to do so, so I took the liberty of knocking on the door. Please don't blame me, Miss."

"Uncle Wang, you're too polite. Madam Shangshu, please rest assured that the cake will be delivered on time." Song Youan said.