Expelled from the Duke's mansion, the fake heiress is richer than a country.

Yu Wanran was only making a quick buck; she didn't expect to make a fortune from red velvet grass. Trading was about seizing the opportunity first; latecomers wouldn't even get a piece of the pie, let alone a slice.

She nodded, smiling as she kindly offered her reminder.

"Boss Wei, you should hire your own embroiderers to cut the dyed cloth into new clothes and present them to the distinguished guest. Don't rely on others!"

Wei Yucai's heart stirred, and after careful thought, he immediately understood the key to it.

Presenting a unique red wedding dress is far more eye-catching than presenting a special piece of red cloth!

Besides, what does a princess care about when she gets married?

She was naturally one in a million among women, exceptionally outstanding and unparalleled in her brilliance.

Those who could attend the princess's wedding were all wealthy and noble, including many ladies from the imperial court. If the princess was willing to wear the red wedding dress presented by Ruicaifang, would he still worry about his own brand of red cloth not selling well?

Thinking of the possibilities of the future, Wei Yu's heart burned with excitement, and he once again put aside the feeling of being deceived. He stood up and gratefully bowed to Yu Wanran.

“Miss Yu, thank you for reminding me! If Ruicaifang prospers as a result, I will never forget your kindness in pointing this out to me today.”

Yu Wanran smiled but remained silent.

Wei Yu stopped hesitating and immediately took out the prepared silver notes. It was almost half of Ruicaifang's working capital, 4,800 taels of silver notes, which he counted out to Yu Wanran.

As for the next collaboration, we will have to wait until Yu Wanran comes to Beijing in a few months to see how Ruicaifang sells red cloth before deciding whether to sign a contract and how.

Yu Wanran helped Yu Wenbin out of Ruicaifang.

Yu Wenbin's eyes darted around, and his legs felt weak. If Yu Wanran hadn't supported him, he wouldn't have been able to stand up from the chair. Even after arriving on the bustling street, he still felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He pondered in his mind, how much exactly was four thousand eight hundred taels of silver? His third sister was willing to give him twenty percent; how many acres of land could that buy? How many periods of corvée labor could it cover? Probably…

For the rest of my life, I won't starve even if I just lie down, right?

His eyes were red-rimmed and his vision was blurred.

Looking at her third sister beside her, she couldn't understand it at all. Why was this third sister, who had returned from the Duke's mansion, so kind to them?

Clearly, they hadn't done anything for her.

Yu Wanran felt water dripping onto her arm, wetting her sleeve. Turning her head, she saw her older brother wiping away tears. She froze for a moment, then quickly led him to a roadside stall to sit down.

They ordered two bowls of ramen with minced meat topping, piping hot, and ate them in a corner. With the fragrant meat noodles filling their stomachs, Yu Wenbin's attention was diverted, and he stopped crying in public.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that her elder brother had calmed down, Yu Wanran quietly asked.

Yu Wenbin clenched his chopsticks awkwardly and glanced at his third sister. After a while, he finally asked the truth.

"Third sister, why... are you so good to us? We haven't taken care of you at all for the past sixteen years."

Yu Wanran, with her keen intuition, quickly understood Yu Wenbin's thoughts. She smiled and waved, asking the owner to add another spoonful of minced meat to her older brother's bowl.

"Big brother, we are family."

In my past life, no matter how much money I made, I was all alone and died without a proper burial. In this life, I have family to share my achievements with and to appreciate my efforts. The happiness and satisfaction I feel are indescribable.

Her father and eldest brother had unconditionally tolerated her willfulness, and they used their lives to awaken her from her descent into darkness and depravity.

The two people who were the best to her in her past life, despite their many flaws, she is willing to accept in this life as well. They deserve it.

Yu Wenbin sniffed and buried his head in his noodles. After a while, a muffled sound drifted out from the bowl.

"Third Sister, we will never let you down... We'll listen to whatever you say!"

Yu Wanran joked, "Big brother, you have to listen to your sister-in-law too, otherwise, I won't stand for it."

Yu Wenbin scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

Before, they were poor, and poverty made everything miserable for the couple. Now that they're doing alright, there are naturally fewer disagreements between him and Zhu Xiaozhen.

His wife was quiet and gentle. Compared to his other cousins ​​who had also been married off in arranged marriages, he was actually quite lucky!

After having a full meal, Yu Wanran led her elder brother to the silver exchange and exchanged three hundred taels of silver notes. Yu Wenbin clutched the bag of loose silver, weighing about twenty pounds, tightly to his chest as if facing a formidable enemy.

It wasn't that Yu Wanran was deliberately making her older brother so nervous, but rather that Yu Wenbin wanted to experience the real feeling of having money in his hands.

The trip to the capital was a complete success. The brother and sister had no desire to wander the streets; they were eager to return home and arrange for the镖局 (镖局 is a type of security agency) to arrange for the镖队 (镖队) to return to the village. With this money, the Yu family's plan to relocate to another town could begin.

As I passed by the entrance of an inn, I heard a great commotion, and passersby stopped to watch the excitement.

The brother and sister tried to go around, but suddenly, with a "thump," a large, dark figure flew out from inside the door and landed right at their feet. Startled, Yu Wenbin clutched his purse tightly and backed away.

Upon closer inspection, they saw a tattered quilt wrapped around a person who was barely breathing. Immediately afterward, various other packages, large and small, were thrown out of the inn like trash.

Old clothes, books, pens, ink, and odds and ends fell like snowflakes onto the ground, landing on that person.

The person who was in a semi-conscious state had a face as pale as paper, eyes tightly closed, and body trembling incessantly.

The shopkeeper, accompanied by two burly men, stood on the steps with his hands on his hips, looking angry and contemptuous, and spat on the ground.

"What the hell is this? Eating and living here for free and refusing to leave! Are you planning to die of illness and then make me pay for your coffin?"

"What bad luck!"

Yu Wanran lowered her eyes to look at the book tossed at her feet. The open page contained a handwritten copy of the Analects. The handwriting was clear and neat, with beautiful strokes. There were also detailed annotations in the blank spaces.

She couldn't help but look at the person who had been thrown out.

At forty years old, this is indeed not young for a scholar.

The shopkeeper, in an attempt to clear his name, complained to the onlookers that this man had gone to Beijing several times to take the imperial examinations, staying at the shop each time, and failing each time.

He had witnessed firsthand how this good-for-nothing man, because of his pursuit of the imperial examinations, went from having a modest fortune to being destitute, his wife and children scattered. Now, in his old age, he was still unwilling to accept defeat, and sold the last bit of land he owned to come to the capital.

He had been in arrears on his hotel and food bills, so he gave up. But before he even entered the exam hall, he collapsed due to his frail health.

The shop owner could no longer tolerate it.

If he dies in his shop, how can the shop stay open? Besides, this person's repeated failures in exams have already tarnished the shop's reputation. He used to be a long-time acquaintance, but now…

A pageboy, his clothes covered in patches, squeezed through the crowd, sweating profusely.

Seeing their master, dressed only in a thin shirt and wrapped in a quilt, being thrown onto the street, the two cold, hard steamed buns they were holding rolled onto the ground.

"master!"

He rushed over and hugged the man on the ground tightly, shouting angrily at the shopkeeper.

"It's so cold, and my husband is sick. Why did you push him out like this? I've told you, I'll sell myself to pay back the rent I owe you!"