After picking up a system

Sensing Ling Han's disappointment, Guard Guo coughed awkwardly again and glanced at Chunya. Chunya glared at him unhappily and bent down to ask Ling Han, "Miss, why are you curious about these things?"

Ling Han: "Women are like floating duckweed, their fate is beyond their control, but I don't want to be like my aunt. There is a wonderful woman in Jiangnan, who is the head of the family. Although she is criticized by others, she lives a carefree life. If I can imitate her, can I live a more independent life?"

The two were silent. This was a question they had never considered before. They had always known that the young lady was the concubine's daughter of Lord Ling in the capital and would marry a powerful person in the future to bring benefits to the family.

Moreover, in this world, women with such ideas are considered shocking. How can a girl from an aristocratic family be a lowly merchant?

Ling Han felt even more lost, perhaps because he came into this world alone and received inexplicable kindness from the people around him, which gave him the illusion that they would support him no matter what he did.

So when you understand what they mean, you will feel particularly lost.

……

No one in Zhuangzi does business, so they cannot see how others do business transactions.

The three of them walked around, bought some things and then went back.

People seem to be insignificant all the time, especially when you want to achieve something, you will feel more and more insignificant.

But are we willing to do so?

Constant complaining.

Try it one at a time.

Gain a deeper understanding of the profession.

People always want to move towards higher places.

……

Ling Han thought that he had plenty of time and could take it slow, but he couldn't help feeling anxious.

As the days passed, the daytime hours grew longer.

The cicadas' chirping was so annoying that Ling Han had already crumpled up several sheets of rice paper.

When Nanny An came in and saw it, she exclaimed what a pity.

Recently they plan to teach Ling Han embroidery.

I can't say that she is very proficient at it, but at least the embroidered mandarin ducks look like mandarin ducks and the embroidered lotus flowers look like lotus flowers.

Ling Han really didn't have the talent for this. The straight, horizontal, vertical and curvy lines in the hands of the maids and Chun Ya became undulating mountains in her hands.

She didn't understand why the needle and thread were so obedient in their hands.

……

Bai Shiyan's injuries had almost healed. Ling Han often carried him around the farm. Bai Shiyan was very satisfied with the meat made by the cook and gained weight.

Ling Han asked: "Don't you need to go to the toilet?"

Bai Shiyan glanced at her and said, "You have no shame."

Ling Han: "People grow old, get sick and die, eat grains, and have seven emotions and six desires. How can you say that it's unacceptable?"

Bai Shiyan yawned lazily and said, "I am not a human, how can I be similar to a human?"

Ling Han: “Oh.”

Bai Shiyan: This child can talk.

After going to the town several more times, Ling Han learned about the major routes for silkworms from Qingzhou to the south of the Yangtze River. The main merchant in the transportation of live cocoons was a man named Xu. There were more than twenty silk merchants of all sizes in Qingzhou.

Some of them collect silk from individual traders, while others raise mulberry trees and silkworms at home and collect silk.

Ling Han, don't touch either.

She asked Nanny An, who was in charge of the financial power, if she could rent the land to raise mulberry trees and silkworms. Nanny An said no.

The lotus flowers have already bloomed, and Ling Han is waiting for the lotus seeds.

Bai Shiyan was busy seeking revenge and lived a leisurely life with Ling Han.

The little girl was interesting and always had some strange ideas. He always listened to her and found that they were even more interesting than the strange stories told by the teacher his father had worked so hard to find.

In fact, the biggest reason is that the fur has not grown fully yet and he is afraid of losing the fox.

The court doctor came back, very angry. There were always people who used the name of healing the world to make money and kill people. The prescription was not for tuberculosis, but just some tonic medicine that delayed some lives. If that was all, the court doctor would not be so angry.

There was a magical ingredient in the prescription, but the owner of the prescription refused to say what it was. The court doctor pestered him day after day and finally found a clue.

The black ash from the bottom of the pot was mixed with the red soil from the temple and kneaded into a brown thing. The owner of the prescription called it a gift from God!

The court physician repeatedly proved the secret of this medicine to those who came to seek treatment, but no one believed him. After all, this prescription really did make people with tuberculosis recover quickly and briefly, didn't it?

When dirt accumulates in the stomach and intestines, it will cause discomfort in the stomach and intestines, and there are countless examples of people dying from it.

But it's useless. Kindness is useless. Exhortation is useless. It's useless when facts are laid out before us time and time again.

The court doctor was not a god and could not give any advice, so he could only take care of himself and came back.

He only expressed surprise that the fox was already alive and kicking, and nothing more was said afterwards. He attributed this to the cub's rapid recovery ability and did not think much about it.

And the people who watched the fox heal its wounds every day would not notice anything wrong.

After Ling Han embroidered the lotus crookedly once again, he pinched Bai Shiyan hard.

Bai Shiyan, who was lying in a ball beside him, was stunned. Normally, the little girl would cuddle him in the room alone, and he didn't say anything because he loved the cub. But today, the girl was really too much. She actually asked him to expose his chest and belly in front of the other female relatives!

How dignified!

How decent it is!

With a sharp scream, he escaped from Ling Han's hands.

Ling Han raised his wrinkled face and asked listlessly, "Can I not learn it?"

Chunya shook her head.

Ling Han looked at Nanny Song again.

Nanny Song shook her head.

Ling Han lost his temper and threw the handkerchief to the ground.

Chunya picked it up, dusted it off and handed it back to her.

As it was getting dark, the two men let her go for fear of hurting Ling Han's eyes.

After dinner, Ling Han dragged his feet back to his room.

Now Bai Shiyan has learned to occupy her bed and is no longer the fox who always says that a seven-year-old should not sit on the same bed with her.

Ling Han flew over and hugged him, and he didn't let go even when he was hit by his tail or pushed by his claws.

Bai Shiyan got annoyed and just picked it up.

Ling Han turned over and said, "Why is life so hard? I've been embroidering for a whole day and my hands still feel like they're pinching needles."

Bai Shiyan: "Squeamish."

Ling Han: "What's wrong with being spoiled? You're still eating my rice, and you're talking about me like that."

Bai Shiyan: ...As expected, only villains and women are difficult to raise.

He stretched the tail into Ling Han's hand and shook it gently again.

Ling Han played with Bai Shiyan's tail and said, "You said doing business is difficult?"

Bai Shiyan thought about the poor business of the several shops that his father had given him to practice with, and replied, "It's difficult."

Ling Han snorted: "I don't believe it."

Bai Shiyan was speechless.

Ling Han continued to talk about her own business philosophy and what would happen if she were in charge.

Bai Shiyan moved his ears, feeling a little ashamed.

He actually felt that he, who had lived for more than three hundred years, was not as good as an eight-year-old child!