I don't want to be the favorite concubine of this palace anymore

The next morning, An Muxi took Xiaoyun, Qiushuang and Qiuyue out of Prince Rui's Mansion.

Because Fang Cun Zhijian Bookstore and her own clinic were not far from each other on West Street, An Muxi brought two sketchbooks with her today and planned to go to the bookstore first.

A few people strolled leisurely and arrived at the bookstore. Business was good and there were quite a few customers.

Seeing that Shopkeeper Sun was still busy, An Muxi first observed the situation of her novels and picture books on the shelves. Sure enough, Shopkeeper Sun listened to her advice and opened a bookshelf as his own counter.

Seeing the books filled with the ones I had created before, I felt a sense of accomplishment.

At this time, Shopkeeper Sun had just settled the bill for the last customer and saw An Muxi. He smiled and greeted her, "Miss Wang is here? Please take a seat upstairs. I just have something to tell you."

Shopkeeper Sun is a smart man and he has guessed that An Muxi is the old Wang next door, but he doesn't know that she is the woman of King Rui.

An Muxi agreed and went upstairs with her maid.

She knew that Li Yi'an was definitely not in the bookstore now. Dai Meng had moved to Prince An's Mansion now, and the two of them were probably being affectionate in the mansion.

An Muxi went upstairs and found a seat to sit down. Shopkeeper Sun soon came over with an account book.

After sitting down opposite An Muxi, Shopkeeper Sun said, "Last week I listened to your advice and felt that developing some bookstores would be more suitable for us.

It just so happens that your book has become widely circulated in the past few weeks, and even some bookstores from other places have people coming here to inquire about it, so I have selected a few old bookstores as designated distribution stores.

The price given to them is 10% lower than the current selling price of books, and a uniform price is set for books.

This way you can promote your novels and picture books without causing market chaos, and you can also earn more money.

This is the account book for last week. Take a look. It also records the name of the distributing bookstore and the quantity purchased.

I have already told the boss that I will still give you 30% of the profits from the books I distribute.”

An Muxi took the account book and looked through it. The sales of this store are now relatively stable, similar to last week.

However, I didn’t expect that there would be eight distributing bookstores, four of which were from other places.

Shopkeeper Sun took out a silver note worth six hundred taels and handed it over.

"This is the profit from last week's share and distribution. I rounded it up for you."

I have to say that Manager Sun is a very competent professional manager with a keen business sense. He is able to listen to advice and implement it decisively.

Li Yian is really comfortable being a hands-off boss.

An Muxi took the banknote and put it away, feeling happy, then handed her two sketchbooks to Shopkeeper Sun.

"I've been busy lately, so I've only drawn two sketchbooks."

Shopkeeper Sun took it and looked at the title, "The Domineering Queen and Her Little Husband". He always felt that the title was referring to someone, which made him feel a little amused. There was also another book, "Eight Years of Cultivating Immortality, Coming Down the Mountain and Becoming Invincible". Well, judging from the title, it should be a hot seller.

An Muxi said goodbye to Shopkeeper Sun, and then left the bookstore with a few maids. She paid special attention to the clinic called Jishitang across from the Song Clinic.

The name is quite good, giving it a sanctimonious feeling. I haven't received the news that I asked Li Rui to help me check last time. If I find out that Song Lan's matter is really related to this clinic, I have to be careful.

She brought a few people into the Song Clinic. As soon as she entered, she saw that the inside had been cleaned, there were two new cabinets, and the walls were painted white.

It looked much cleaner and tidier. Uncle Song was looking down at a medical book while Song Lan was sorting out medicinal materials.

An Muxi smiled and said, "Uncle Song, I'm here."

Song Liang raised his head, and Song Lan's eyes lit up as they saw the fairy-like girl walking in with several maids. They both stood up happily.

"Miss An, you're finally here. I wonder if you're satisfied with the cleanup here? I wanted to ask you, but I found that you didn't leave any contact information last time."

An Muxi smiled and decided not to tell anyone her address.

"Let me see how the cleanup is going first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

An Muxi walked around the shop and thought that it would be fine to leave it like this for now, and she could just replenish it when she needed anything in the future.

Then he went into the back yard and saw that the three rooms on the second floor had indeed been cleaned up, with beds and beddings laid out. They were all ready for living.

One of the three rooms on the first floor was a warehouse for storing medicinal materials. An Muxi opened it and took a look. She saw that several rows of wooden shelves were already 80% full.

He nodded secretly in his heart. It seemed that Song Liang was quite honest. The room next to him was used for medicine making, which contained some simple tools. Another room was temporarily empty.

She felt very satisfied. Perhaps this would be where she would live permanently in the future, and it could be considered her own property.

She said to Xiaoyun, "Xiaoyun, from now on you will follow Uncle Song in the clinic to learn medical skills and management. You can live in the palace if you want, but it's not convenient to go out every day. You can live here or go home. It's up to you to decide."

Xiaoyun thought about it and realized that she was now the master's maid, and it was obviously not appropriate for her to live at home. Although she missed home very much, she could ask her family to come and see her here. It was quite convenient.

It would be better to live here and help the master look after the store.

So he said, "I'll just live here. It's more convenient."

An Muxi thought for a moment and gave Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue fifty taels of silver, saying, "Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue, you two go to the human trafficking gang and buy a cook. It will be better for Xiao Yun to have someone to keep her company."

In fact, nowadays an ordinary maid only costs a few taels of silver. Those who know a little bit of martial arts or have special talents will be a little more expensive, but no more than fifty taels. Old women usually do the rough work and are cheaper than maids.

However, An Muxi didn't understand these prices and thought that fifty taels was enough. She felt relieved to have a cook who could provide meals for the people in the clinic and accompany Xiaoyun.

Qiu Shuang and Qiu Yue took the silver and went out to find a human trafficker.

An Muxi said to Song Bo: "It's well packed, I'm quite satisfied. Let's leave it like this for now."

She pulled Xiaoyun in front of her and said to Song Liang, "Uncle Song, this is my personal maid Xiaoyun. She is also studying medicine. I want her to learn medical skills and management from you in the store. I hope you can guide her."

Uncle Song looked at the pretty little maid in front of him and nodded with a smile: "As long as Miss Xiaoyun doesn't despise me, I will try my best to teach him."

Song Lan also looked at Xiaoyun curiously. When Xiaoyun looked up, she saw the handsome young man staring at her. She felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head again.

Song Liang saw his son staring at the girl and coughed, "Miss Xiaoyun, this is my son Song Lan. Please take care of him in the future."

When Xiaoyun saw that Uncle Song was so polite, she quickly waved her hand and said, "Uncle Song, you are too polite. It is you who should take care of me. I still need to learn more from you and Brother Song."

Song Lan also reacted and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoyun, don't be so polite. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."

As soon as he saw Uncle Song squinting at him, he quickly changed his words and said, "Just ask my father."