Before entering the house, Mu Bai saw his sister coming back and said hurriedly: "Yan'er, someone is looking for you."
Someone is looking for me again
"Who is it?" Mu Yan asked doubtfully.
Mu Bai helped his sister get off the carriage and said, "He is a young man, and his mood is a bit unstable."
Mu Yan walked into the house confused.
"Miss Yan'er, you're back, wuwu..." A man ran out of the main room.
It was Wei Lie, a poor scholar.
Mu Yan pushed away Wei Lie who was holding her and walked into the house, followed by Wei Lie.
"Miss Yan'er, I failed the exam again this time, wuwu..."
Mu Yan looked at Wei Lie who was crying and interrupted, "So, you are going to fulfill your agreement and be my writer."
"Yes, yes, Miss Yan'er, I have no way out, please take me in..., woo hoo..."
Mu Yan had a headache. When she saw him in the bookstore, he was only thinking about getting fame, so he was kind enough to help. But when he saw Wei Lie who was crying all the time, he started to wonder if he had recruited the wrong person
"Well, Wei Lie, stop crying. If you cry again, we won't have to talk about this matter."
When Wei Lie heard this, he quickly stopped and sat quietly.
Well, this change of attitude is too fast.
"Can you draw?" Mu Yan asked.
"Yes, I can play music, chess, calligraphy and painting." Wei Lie nodded fiercely, like a chicken pecking at rice.
Mu Yan was not talking, but picked up a pen and paper to write an outline.
I had read a lot of novels and watched a lot of TV series before, so I immediately wrote a bloody outline, a simplified version of A Chinese Ghost Story.
Passed it to Wei Lie.
Wei Lie took a look and said, "This story is very exciting. People can be divided into good and bad, and ghosts are easy to do. The entanglement of love and hate between humans and ghosts is even more eye-catching. However, now everyone is a little in awe of ghosts. If it is well written, It will definitely be a hit.”
Seeing that Wei Lie liked this story very much, Mu Yan warned: "This story should be written in vernacular so that people can understand it, and it should be written well."
Wei Lie nodded.
"Let's sign a contract. The manuscript fee will be set at 4 taels for you temporarily, including the cost of paper. If the writing is good, I will give you an extra reward."
4 taels? This is already a huge income for a poor scholar.
Wei Lie quickly stood up and thanked Muyan.
The two signed a pact, but Wei Lie didn't leave.
"Why don't you leave?"
Wei Lie looked embarrassed and said: "Miss Yan'er, after finishing the exam, she found out that she failed. She was very sad, so she went to a restaurant and drank a lot of wine. If she had money to pay, she sold the house and returned the money. I took the money from the restaurant and came to see you in the car."
Mu Yan consoled him, "Then just write here first."
Wei Lie didn't pay attention to it. He immediately took out a pen and paper from his backpack, entered a selfless state, and started writing a book.
It seems that Wei Lie already has some inspiration. Mu Yan stopped disturbing Wei Lie and returned to her room.
When he walked to his door, he saw Pu Meng still kneeling beside him, his lips were dry and a little weak.
Mu Yan couldn't bear it, "Let's go get something to eat."
"Master, are you planning to accept me?" Pu Meng looked happy.
Mu Yan nodded slightly and returned to the house.
Pu Meng stood up happily and ran towards the outside of the house.
"Master, you are finally willing to accept me..."
With a plop, Pu Meng fell to the ground.
"Ah, you're still on the ground?" Aunt Wang saw it and hurriedly stepped forward.
"Yan'er, Yan'er, Pu Meng seems to have fainted!" Aunt Wang called Mu Yan loudly.
Mu Yan quickly came out to take a look, "It's okay, just rest for a while and you'll be fine."
At this time, Mu Bai also arrived, carrying Pu Meng back to his room.
He glanced at Mu Yan, feeling a little helpless. "Brother, don't worry, he's fine."
Mu Yan walked back to her room, feeling a little guilty.
If he hadn't made him kneel, he wouldn't have fainted. But if he is not allowed to kneel down, he will be annoyed if he is pushed to the shelf.
"Master, you should set rules for him." Wan Wan said.
"Oh, Wanwan, not bad." In fact, Mu Yan was thinking the same thing just now.
Mu Yan didn't think about it anymore and just kept digging and reading in the space.
"Master, the mall has a silver needle!"
Silver needle
Mu Yan hurriedly walked into the hut of the Space Mall. Inside a box was a set of silver needles. This set of silver needles was complete, including big, small, thick and thin.
Mu Yan immediately started buying it, really wanting to experiment with it.
Mu Yan looked at Wan Wan, and Wan Wan felt the evil intentions in his master's eyes, "Master, wuwu, no..."
"Ha, ha, ha, I won't do experiments on you, I'll scare you." Mu Yan suddenly thought of a person, Dr. Chu.
This man has not gone back since he arrived yesterday and is staying at home.
"Wan Wan, what do you think Dr. Chu should try?"
"Master, Doctor Chu is not sick~"
Mu Yan hesitated, but finally suppressed his desire to try his hand and continued busy in the space.
…
Day 15 of building a house.
Mu Yan saw that his house had taken shape, and the rooms outside the main building were being roofed. It seems that it won't be long before we can move into a new home.
After Mu Yan finished breakfast, Fan Jing came.
"Yan'er, let's go, I'll take you somewhere." Fan Jing pulled Mu Yan into the carriage before Mu Yan could say anything.
After getting on the carriage, the carriage started walking.
"Going to town?"
Fan Jing tickled Mu Yan's nose and said, "Yes, I have made an agreement with the shopkeeper of Hongfu Building to let you sell popsicles in Hongfu Building."
"Selling popsicles? Aren't you afraid of attracting the attention of the authorities?"
"Don't be afraid. I've already sent someone to reveal the news that the owner of Hongfu Tower is from the capital."
Mu Yan was stunned. She was half the owner of Hongfu Tower, so she knew that Xiao Bai was from the capital. Fan Jing had not been to Hongfulou several times, so it was possible that Fan Jing and Xiao Bai knew each other.
Fan Jing looked at Mu Yan's confusion and continued: "Xiao Bai and I met several times when we were children. He is a child of the Xiao family, one of the wealthy businessmen of the Chinese Dynasty. He was just born from a concubine and was not favored at home. His family There is a tradition that when children become adults, they will receive a sum of money funded by the family. They use this money to start a business. Whoever manages the business well within three years will be supported by the family as the heir, and the others will inherit the business within three years. To the heirs."
No wonder Xiao Bai was so cautious. Competition in the Xiao Bai family is fierce, so I'm afraid I might be someone else's secret.
Mu Yan looked at Fan Jing: "Did Xiao Bai recognize you?"
Fan Jing shook his head, "No, I was only 5 years old when I left the palace, and now I am 15 years old. My appearance has changed, and I haven't had close contact with Xiao Bai, so he hasn't recognized me yet."
"What about Father Fan?"
"Probably not. The adoptive father always wears a straw hat when he goes out. The adoptive father is just a food delivery person and has never had any contact with Xiao Bai."
As soon as they said this, the two of them arrived at Hongfu Tower.
Shopkeeper Li still greeted him at the back door.
"Master Yan'er, you're here, I've already asked people to clean up the kitchen." Shopkeeper Li said.
Mu Yan and his group came to the kitchen. Chef Wang stood outside the kitchen waiting, "Master, do you need me to help you?"
Mu Yan looked at Chef Wang, who claimed to be his apprentice, and said, "It's still early now. Ask the man to go to the blacksmith shop and bring me some iron boxes with rectangular openings."
Making it in an iron box has a better freezing effect than making it in a jar.
Without saying anything, Chef Wang immediately went to find a waiter. He also told the clerk: "Find a few iron shops to do it together."
Mu Yan turned to Shopkeeper Li: "Shopkeeper Li, find me a clean room and bring the two small wooden buckets filled with water. You also need to bring a bucket, a kitchen knife, chopsticks, a cutting board, and a few bowls."
Shopkeeper Li took Mu Yan to a private room on the second floor and immediately went down to let the barrel come up.
"I wonder, Master Yan'er, do you have any other orders?"
"Shopkeeper Li, how do you plan to sell these popsicles?"
"Master Yan'er, if each person spends 2 taels of silver in our store, I plan to sell one popsicle for 5 taels of silver. If no one spends in our store, I plan to sell one popsicle for 10 taels of silver. I just don't know, Master Yan'er, the supply of popsicles how?"
"The supply is sufficient." There is a lot of milk in the space, and there are also a lot of fruits. Producing in large quantities is never a problem.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll let the guy call for customers at the door."
"Wait a minute, what will the shopkeeper do with the money this time?"
Shopkeeper Li was shocked.
But considering that this time the owner used his own materials and made it himself, he definitely didn’t want to deduct 50% of the profit to the restaurant.