After finishing their meal, Nan Feng and Ye Ge took Sima Guangguang to the Academy. The entrance of the Academy was quite grand. Nan Feng couldn’t help but encourage Guangguang, “Guangguang, you need to study hard here, listen to your teachers, okay?”
The silent Sima Guangguang finally spoke up, “I got it.”
He needed to grow up fast.
“We’ll be leaving, but if you have any trouble, just e find us. You can e to me or Ye Ge, we’re all fellow townspeople, we will help you,” Nan Feng advised again.
Sima Guangguang didn’t respond to Nan Feng this time, instead looking at Ye Ge, “Take good care of her, she… she’s a bit slow.”
With that, Guanguang lowered his head and quickly entered the academy.
“…” Nan Feng was left standing there, dumbfounded.
“I treat him to dinner, and he calls me slow. That child… his thoughts are plex,” Nan Feng said while holding Ye Ge’s hand.
With no carriage available, they had to walk back home.
“He is indeed rather plex,” agreed Ye Ge.
“Reading too many books makes a person plicated,” Nan Feng continued, and then looked at Ye Ge, “After all, I’m capable enough to expand and strengthen the business, where am I slow? People say there’s no deceitful person in business, I’m such a shrewd person.”
Ye Ge held tightly onto Nan Feng’s hand, “You have a point in certain aspects.”
“You think so too? In what way?” Nan Feng asked Ye Ge.
Ye Ge didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out a handkerchief that Nan Feng had embroidered for him and wiped the sweat from her nose.
Nan Feng obviously assumed Ye Ge was referring to her handy work, given that he probably didn’t have the heart to put it into words, so he hinted instead.
“Ye Ge, why are you holding my hand so tightly?”
“I’m afraid you’ll be snatched away.”
“…”
…
The next day.
Nan Feng and Xiaolun went to the Yamen to deliver rouge.
A woman official came to collect it as usual. After paying, the woman official stopped Nan Feng and asked, “Do you have any more of the face wash and facial masks?”
Nan Feng was delighted, sensing that this could be a profitable opportunity, but maintained a posed exterior: “Yes, we do!”
The woman official said casually, “In the afternoon, bring fifty boxes of each. I think the ladies here want them. As usual, half the price, if that’s not possible, then never mind.”
“That’s doable,” Nan Feng agreed, not daring to say much more. She felt this woman official was very strict.
By the afternoon, Nan Feng and Xiaoqing went to deliver the goods together. The items from Spikenard Square were heavy, and required a strong girl like Xiaoqing to carry them.
After the delivery, Nan Feng’s mood was significantly improved.
“Sister Nan Feng, all the candidates are using products from our Spikenard Square! They will all bee queens in the future. Won’t our shop earn a fortune?”
Nan Feng managed to maintain her calm: “According to the rules of previous years, anything used during the selection—like fabric for clothes, rouge, or headpieces—if designated as an official selection product, will sell like hotcakes. Let’s quickly go back. I need to head back to Ping County to stock up, otherwise, we’ll run out of inventory.”
According to the rules of previous years, all products chosen for the selection would get a small plaque from the Business Association. The plaque, reading “Selection Designated Product,” would be hung under the shop sign and boost sales tremendously.
…
At County.
In March, the peach garden was in full bloom. In the midst of it stood a woman in green. Her clothes were made by herself from different fabrics stitched together, yet the dress looked surprisingly good.
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