After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

It’s winter again.

The largest restaurant in Qingshan City, Jinlou, has been booming since it changed its shopkeeper.

Several clerks placed newly-made jewelry on the counter and introduced it to a richly dressed young man.

Not far away, a pair of plain hands was dialing an abacus, stopping from time to time to make a note in the account book next to it.

"Take out all the best and most fashionable jewelry from your golden building!"

An arrogant voice sounded in the middle of the lobby, attracting the side glances of several surrounding guests.

"Isn't this the young lady from the Wang family? She's so rich!"

The hand holding the abacus stopped and he closed the account book. Before he could sigh, he saw Wang Furong sitting in front of the abacus beads, surrounded by the maids and wives.

Wang Furong rolled her eyes, pulled the sunflower plate aside, cracked the melon seeds and said, "Shopkeeper, have you got anything new recently?"

"There are no novelty gadgets, but there are a few oddly designed walking sticks."

The tone was neither humble nor overbearing, neither quick nor slow. The hand holding the abacus opened the drawer and made some butterfly-like steps.

Lin Zhiyu looked at Wang Furong playing with jewelry and continued to make calculations.

So negligent?

The onlookers around were full of doubts and slowly moved towards that direction.

This shopkeeper only shows up once every ten days and a half. Maybe he doesn't know the identity of Miss Wang, right?

There is a large family in Qingshan City. It is said that it is a branch of the Wang family of Langya. He did not engage in political reform but turned to business. The uncle in charge of the family is quite clever and slow in doing things. However, he has raised such a charming young lady like Wang Furong, who loves money as much as life. .

If you offend the Wang family, then this business may come to an end.

The buyer became a spectator, watching with interest how Miss Wang was preparing to attack.

Sure enough, Wang Furong put the sunflower plate on the table and started talking.

"Shopkeeper, don't look at what's going on now. There's a famine, but you still have time to research new tricks."

She deliberately lengthened the ending: "This is really—the wine and meat of the wealthy family are stinky, and the roads are freezing to death."

It seems that this account cannot be settled today.

Lin Zhiyu simply put down the account book and looked at Wang Furong calmly: "Miss Wang, I am just the shopkeeper of a gold house, and I only have gold in my body.

I can't boil gold into a pot of soup and go out to help the victims, right? "

The gentry continued to grow, and gold and silver were concentrated in the hands of the rich. In years of famine, some people starved to death in the suburbs, and some people lived extravagantly. This was a common occurrence.

When Wang Furong saw that Lin Zhiyu had fallen into her trap, her eyes lit up: "Since you are the shopkeeper, why not donate some food and money.

I happen to know a kind person who has a way to get food. Give me the money and I will do it for you. "

Lin Zhiyu said without hesitation: "I don't have any money either."

After listening to Lin Zhiyu's speech, the spectators looked away with disdain.

Is it an excuse?

How could a shopkeeper of a golden building have no money?

Wang Furong didn't expect her to be so unconventional and became a little anxious: "How can I have no money?"

"I don't know much about it. I just don't know how much money it takes to be considered one of heart. Why don't you, Miss Wang, take the lead and set an example?"

Lin Zhiyu's voice was still calm.

Wang Furong's sleeve was gently pulled by the woman next to her, and she glanced at the door. A carriage stopped at the door of Jinlou. The style was very familiar.

"One hundred taels, there is always one hundred taels, right?" Wang Furong couldn't sit still.

Lin Zhiyu nodded, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "Well, since Miss Wang is willing to spend her own money, I have to keep up, one hundred taels, as agreed, no more, no less. "

Regardless of Wang Furong's stiff expression, Lin Zhiyu turned around and said: "You have also seen Miss Wang's kindness. The world is difficult now. If you can help me, I will be able to get discounts in this golden building in the future. ."

The onlookers' eyes are brightened. If they donate money themselves, can they get a discount when they come to buy gold in the future?

Doesn’t that mean all the money is back?

The spectators turned into buyers and good people again, and their words were full of praise for Wang Furong.

It turns out that Ms. Wang came here specifically to encourage everyone to donate money.

After hearing these words, I felt angry and annoyed in my heart, but I couldn't show it on my face.

One hundred taels!

Where does she have so much money?

Wang Furong had no choice but to lower her attitude: "My good cousin, can you be less patronizing? If my father knew that I came to you to ask for money, he would definitely deduct my allowance again."

Lin Zhiyu shook his head and said, "No. Master has already come to take you back to practice calligraphy in person. If you don't leave, not only will you have no pocket money, but you will also get hurt in the palm of your hand."

The wife of the Wang family, dressed in white, arrived gracefully. Wang Furong turned her head and immediately blushed.

She didn't know where her father found such a good-looking wife. Not to mention being cruel and scolding, she was willing to read on just by looking at his face.

Chu Nianshan and Wang Furong kept a close distance: "In half an hour, Madam will come to check her homework."

Wang Furong jumped out of her chair in a panic, picked up her skirt and walked to the carriage. Before leaving, she didn't forget to take away the beautiful sunflower plate on the counter.

"Next time, let's talk about that one hundred taels thing!"

Chu Nianshan shook his head and took out a letter from his sleeve: "That's it."

The smile on Lin Zhiyu's face suddenly fell.

The memory of that winter night a year ago is already blurry.

I only remember that the rain mixed with blood was trampled to a mess, and the sound of the explosion of muskets and the sound of swords piercing the air was played repeatedly in my ears. After many twists and turns, I finally found my maternal grandfather's house and was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Zhiyu put away her account books and abacus, and took the letter to the backyard. There was a quiet room for resting, which was locked on weekdays and only she could enter.

But today is different.

Chu Nianshan followed in and watched her open the envelope, frowning a little bit.

It's a letter from Zheng Guanyue. Yunyue's body has been transported back to Xirong, which can be regarded as a worry.

And, Qin Xiao is still searching everywhere for their whereabouts.

"Wherever I am not sad, I can see the autumn moon off the mountain." Lin Zhiyu burned the letter with a candle and caught a glimpse of the wooden box in the corner.

There was a jade seal placed there, and Zhou Zijin took advantage of the chaos to stuff something into her arms.

This is why Qin Xiao won't let them go.

Without the jade seal, it would not be considered legitimate. Even if it were to be remade, it would inevitably attract criticism.

Chu Nianshan waited patiently for the letter to turn into ashes before speaking tentatively.

"Actually, I think it's not bad to live here."

Lin Zhiyu paused for a moment, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Qin Xiao abolished the policy of swallowing and milling, and burned Zheng Wan's palace. If I live like this, how can I be worthy of Zheng Wan, and how can I be worthy of what I said in the Xirong court?"

To her, Zheng Wan was a confidant, a master, and a relative.

"In that case," Chu Nianshan concealed the emotion on his face, "someone said that they saw a young man in blue outside the city. He seemed to be a passing merchant. There was a shallow scar on his left eyebrow."

Lin Zhiyu's heart stopped.