Madam is a Superstar

The ten-mile long street is the area with the densest concentration of shops in Kyoto City. The closer you get to the center, the more expensive the rent is.

Which of the four long streets in the southeast, northwest and northwest is difficult to do business on is the west one.

Without him,

Look at the one in the north and south facing the palace, and the gate leading to the city where people come and go every day.

Look at the people living in the east are all dignitaries, not to mention the center.

It would be an exaggeration to say that this prime location is a small town that never sleeps. Only the west side is left.

The people who live there are all ordinary people. If you want to talk about wealth, compared with the powerful, it is only one ten thousandth of the people.

Let’s talk about poverty. The 60 to 70-year-old family living here can afford food and land.

After leaving the city of Kyoto, one can be considered a wealthy family, only a third or fourth percentile behind here.

At the end of West Street,

At the entrance of an alley opposite a remote teahouse, an old woman with silver hair on her temples,

With his chapped and wrinkled hands holding a walking stick, he leaned against the wall and watched the rustling people coming and going.

In front of her was a stall with dried persimmons strung on straw ropes.

It’s not just the old woman who sells persimmons alone. If you look around, there are many people selling persimmons in the long alley.

Seeing that no one stopped to buy persimmon cakes all morning, I looked at other shops selling persimmon cakes.

The old woman sighed, stood up with her crutches, and prepared to put away the stall and go home.

Cui Niangniang, you are preparing to go home. Stop being busy. Come on, let me help you clean up.

Why are you so thinly dressed? It's very cold. You should wear an extra coat tomorrow when you come back.

A woman came over to help the old woman clean up. She was the proprietress of a bun shop in the alley.

Known for her warm-heartedness, the old woman was moved when she saw the busy woman.

After hearing what the woman said, she smiled bitterly and shook her head. She did not stop working on her hands.

I can't tell tomorrow. As you can see, I haven't been able to sell a few bunches of these persimmons for several days, so I can only keep them at home and eat them myself.

The landlady sighed, she really felt sorry for the old man and she would inevitably complain a little bit.

Speaking of which, I still blame the drama for killing people. It's really a crime. Alas, it's useless to talk too much. I'll send it back to you, my dear.

Then I can't trouble you, Amin...

Look what you said, what a big deal it is.

The voices of the two people gradually faded away. In front of the window of the private room on the second floor of the teahouse,

The aroma of tea was lingering in the heat. Song Qing rubbed the edge of the teacup with her fingertips thoughtfully.

Yuan'er.

Yuan'er has a rare leisure time, enjoying the heat and leisurely sipping tea and eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

When he heard his master calling him, he quickly put down his teacup, and then he wolfed down half a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake into his mouth, and Ma slipped over.

Mother...ah, bah, bah, bah, sir, what's wrong?

mother?

Song Qing turned around and looked at the corner of the little girl's mouth that had not had time to wipe off the pastry crumbs with a funny look.

Why are there so many people selling persimmons here? What does persimmons have to do with the drama?

Before leaving the palace, I did a divination and followed the guidance of the divination to the alley at the end of West Street.

I searched around but couldn't find anyone who was destined to be with me, but I could see people selling persimmons wherever I went.

Persimmon?

Yuan'er blinked and subconsciously stretched his neck to look at the alley opposite the window.

I felt sad when I saw so many people selling persimmons in such a narrow alley.

Young master, I know. Do you still remember the shocking scene in our Chengnanzhuang teahouse in Kyoto last year?

Oh, no, you are busy observing the stars all day long. You probably don’t know. It’s just about a man and a woman.

Because we bonded over a basket of persimmons, there was nothing special about it.

I'm just angry that these two people couldn't get together in the end. The woman was frail and sick.

After getting married, she gave birth to a son to a man. He died right after the birth. The man was heartbroken.

Whenever I miss my woman, I will buy persimmons to eat. Every time I miss my woman, I will personally buy a basket of persimmons.

Anyway, it just made the women and girls in Kyoto cry. It was very touching anyway.

After Song Qing thought about it for a while, he could roughly understand the reason. It seems that after the scene, many people bought persimmons to eat.

The common people thought they could earn money and started making persimmon cakes this year, but no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't understand.

How could a mere drama lead so many people to follow suit and start a persimmon business?

Actually, I don't blame the scene. If I do, I blame the shopkeeper of Nanzhuang Teahouse who is so good at business.

His play was well received in our city of Kyoto, and before other teahouse owners could react, he

I collected a lot of persimmons and returned to the teahouse. They carefully arranged them on plates with good tea and sold them to rich people at a high price.

Not to mention that their Nanzhuang teahouse is not the only one in Kyoto, and they will definitely make a lot of money!

Speaking of this, Yuan'er's round face shone brightly, and all the money was pouring out.

If she owned all that money, she would turn it into banknotes and make beds one by one.

Lying down so comfortably again, think about how beautiful it would be to sleep on banknotes, not to mention how beautiful it would be.

After regaining consciousness, I looked at the people selling persimmon cakes in the alley opposite, and shook my head regretfully.

But it won't work this year. No matter how touching the drama is, it will fade away over time. Besides, if you eat too much persimmons, you will get tired of them...

Yuan'er stopped suddenly as he spoke. He was not sure what he saw, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes to make sure that he had seen correctly before speaking with surprise on his face,

Master, look quickly, is the young man in white in the alley the third prince?

Song Qing looked in the direction of Yuan'er's finger, and it turned out to be the Third Prince Nangong Ze.

With his personal bodyguard, he was talking to some people selling persimmon cakes in the alley.

It looked like she wanted to buy these people's persimmons. Yuan'er took a breath of air.

Hey, why are the guards giving money one by one? Does the third prince want to buy all those persimmons?

Song Qing raised the ends of his eyes, curious rather than purely because of Nangong Ze's heart-warming Ah Yao.

Then there is the third prince who has been beating the snow-white robe every day for ten years. He is more like a magic stick than himself.

It is inevitable that there is a strange comparison mentality at work. Of course, I have not forgotten the main purpose of leaving the palace today.

Let's go down and have a look.

The hexagrams refer to nine out of ten things related to persimmon cakes. There is no reason to let this opportunity slip away.

ah?

Yuan'er realized later that Song Qing opened the door and hurriedly followed her.

Don't forget to put the two uneaten pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table, not to mention thinking about meeting the Third Prince later.

This heart is beating like a drum. You must know that it is the third prince of their great Yuan.

Which girl in Kyoto dreamed of her dream lover when she was pregnant, not the gentle and spring-like Third Prince.

You two gentlemen, go slowly and come back next time!

Amidst the sound of the teahouse waiter saying goodbye, the master and the servant walked out of the teahouse gate and headed towards the opposite alley.

At that time, Nangongze turned around and was about to leave. He saw Song Qing and Yuan'er dressed in men's attire.

I didn't recognize it for a moment. Speaking of which, it was all thanks to what Nangong Yu said when he went back to Nangong Yu yesterday morning,

Song Qing thought about it later and realized that now that he was out of the palace, he would be more concerned about his disguise.