Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

As they were talking, Shen Ziche had already picked up his pen and was about to start writing.

Li Mo'er quickly stopped him and shook her head at him.

Could it be that she doesn't know how? But she was just about to blurt it out.

"Sister Mo'er, why aren't you answering?"

Before Shen Ziche could even ask, Li Lin complained.

"Er Gouzi, this poem is so expensive, there's a good chance it's the one about finding a wife. Would you be willing to sell me for a hundred taels?"

Li Lin shook his head frantically. Although a hundred taels was a lot of money, if he sold Mo'er, even if her mother didn't beat her to death, she would be paralyzed in bed.

Although the two spoke softly, Shen Ziche could still hear them clearly.

There's no need for a hundred taels; she just sold herself without spending a single penny.

After this doubling day, he will discuss marriage with Ah Cen.

"Well, Sister Mo'er, this, this also costs fifty taels."

Li Lin's low spirits instantly lifted when he saw "fifty taels".

While holding down Li Lin, who was about to scream, to prevent her from going crazy in public, Li Mo'er looked apologetically at Shen Ziche.

Shen Ziche understood, and looked at the poem hanging on the wall, "This line is 'A delicate die inlaid with red beans'."

Li Mo'er was stunned in embarrassment. "Um, uh, Er Gouzi, how about we change to another one?"

She naturally knew that the next line should be "Do you know how deeply I miss you?", but that was too obvious; it was a poem about love.

"Sister Mo'er, do you not know how?"

Upon hearing Li Mo'er's voice, Li Lin immediately looked at her with a resentful expression.

Shen Ziche was also slightly puzzled. Could it be that she really stumbled upon that poem by accident?

"Er Gouzi, this is about love, I'm scared..."

Li Mo'er didn't finish speaking, but Li Lin understood what she meant. She wouldn't sell Mo'er even for a hundred taels, let alone a mere fifty taels.

"Why is my lady unwilling to become the wife of the young master of the Shen family? The Shen family is considered a wealthy family in Luocheng, and there are only two young masters in the Shen family. In the future, the family property will definitely belong to their wives."

Shen Ziche couldn't help but ask; he was just too curious.

Li Mo'er still couldn't get used to being called "Madam". "Young Master, you can just call me Li Mo'er. There's no need to be so polite. Besides, I don't know the young master of the Shen family. Blindly putting us together is just a waste of their time."

"Besides, these poems weren't written by me; I borrowed them from other people."

Li Mo'er scratched her head sheepishly. She always unconsciously became too formal and literary when she spoke to this young master, which sounded awkward to her.

When Shen Ziche heard that he was to call her Li Mo'er, his cheeks flushed, and even the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He silently murmured to himself, "Mo'er, Li Mo'er, so her surname is Li."

Generally speaking, a woman should not reveal her name to others except for close relatives, implying that she considers herself one of those close relatives.

Of course, he also wanted to tell Li Mo'er his name, but before a man gets married, only his family knows his maiden name, and outsiders can only tell his future wife.

If he were to tell her now, he would not only reveal his feelings but also expose his identity.

When Li Lin heard Sister Mo'er tell someone else's name, he wanted to remind her what it meant, but in the blink of an eye, he saw "forty taels" and forgot about reminding her.

"Sister Mo'er, how about this one? This forty taels shouldn't be some kind of love poem, right?"

This time, Shen Ziche answered before Li Mo'er could turn around, "This is 'Endless falling leaves rustling down'."

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and copied it down. He knew for certain that this was not a love poem, so Li Mo'er would definitely respond.

Li Mo'er walked to the desk and recited, "'The endless Yangtze River rolls on.'"

She could recite these familiar verses without hesitation, without needing to think at all.

Li Mo'er stared at Shen Ziche's hands. Although they were delicate hands, the characters he wrote were indeed vigorous and powerful.

Unfortunately, Li Mo'er had never studied calligraphy and was unaware that the characters in front of her and the characters on the plaque outside the door were written by the same person.

Shen Ziche finished in one go, and Li Mo'er had no doubt as to why he knew which character it was, after all, he was a scholar.

Seeing that Shen Ziche had finished writing, Li Lin immediately picked up the paper with a smile, "I'll hold it. Look at the one in front, that one also has forty taels."

That's forty taels of silver! She'd better help Sister Mo'er carry it carefully.

Just as the two were standing in front of the desk, Li Lin had already chosen the next one.

Li Mo'er could only sigh helplessly and smile at Shen Ziche.

Shen Ziche shook his head slightly, as if he understood everything; this was just another love poem.

I should have hung the love poems on the cheaper side; now the person in front of me can't even give me a few more coins.

"May I be like a star and you like the moon."

Shen Ziche felt his face getting slightly hot, as if he were confessing his feelings.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Li Mo'er, who was just about to show off her skills, was taken aback by the blatant declaration of love in the poem. She really didn't expect that this line would be posted.

However, the phrase "the light shines brightly every night" is indeed very beautiful.

To avoid embarrassment, Li Mo'er casually pointed to the poem next to her.

However, when Shen Ziche saw the poem clearly, his already blushing face turned even redder, but he looked at Li Mo'er with deep affection and whispered, "'I will not regret it even if my clothes become looser.'"

Li Mo'er was completely shocked. How could these all be love poems? And each one was more obvious than the last.

She touched her nose guiltily and mumbled, "Next one."

Even more guilty than her was Shen Ziche, who didn't know why several of his poems were about love.

He silently complained to himself, "Why didn't he think to separate these poems?"

However, the shopkeeper couldn't be blamed; he was a rough man and didn't know what these poems were specifically describing.

Fortunately, the following poems were not mostly about love, though they were mostly worth ten or twenty taels each. Finally, he answered with a poem worth four taels: "Stars hang low over the vast plain, the moon surges in the great river."

Although he didn't have much money, Li Lin reaped a rich harvest, carrying a full armful of poems.

Li Mo'er looked at Feihua Pavilion, which she had already explored most of, and then looked back at Er Gouzi, who was grinning foolishly while holding the papers. She felt it was time to stop.

She couldn't keep pulling on one sheep at a time, so she stopped Shen Ziche, who wanted to continue, and said, "That's enough for us for a while. We'll split the money from these poems."

Shen Ziche quickly waved his hand, "No need, I just lent a hand, I didn't help at all."

Compared to him, his future wife needs the money more.

No matter what Shen Ziche said, Li Mo'er was determined to pay him. Without him, neither of them could write a single word, let alone recognize a single line of poetry.

"Wait here for a moment, we'll be right back."

Li Mo'er stopped Shen Ziche from leaving and pulled Li Lin to the review window to exchange for the prize money.

When Li Mo'er and Li Lin joined the group, Shen Ziche realized something was wrong.

Today, he and A-Cen are dressed exactly the same. If the two of them go to the window, they will definitely see A-Cen in the room.