Shan Shan's business attracted many patrons as soon as it opened.
Her box is full of treasures, especially the Western things in the Treasure Room, which have attracted many children's inquiries. Her box is full of everything sold by Zhenbaozhai, no matter how rare it is, she has a copy of everything.
That wind-up puppy got the most questions. She had brought it to school to play with before, and many people were eager to see it. Later, when I asked about it in Zhenbaozhai, I found that there were only a few in Zhenbaozhai, and they were both expensive and unmarketable. The students in Qingsong Academy were not short of money, so they each took out their small purses and raised their hands to bid.
Some people forgot their money and asked, "Wen Shan, can I write you an IOU and give it to you tomorrow?"
Shanshan agreed generously, and Shitou sat aside and wrote down for her straightly on a piece of white paper - Qiao Mingxuan bought a wind-up puppy and owed two silver dollars.
After a while, she held a bag of money and a pocket of IOUs.
Wen Jiahe arrived late today, and when he walked in, the box was already mostly empty. She was shocked when she heard other people explain the cause and effect, and quickly pulled Shanshan aside.
"Shanshan, why did you sell all your toys?" She looked into the box and saw that the things in Zhenbaozhai had been divided up, and no one cared about the rest. But she knew that whether it was Sun Wukong or straw toys, these were all kind treasures. "It's still that puppy, didn't you like it very much before?"
The puppy had a new owner, and was now being held in the center by a group of children, walking on the ground shaking its head, and the children let out a cheer.
But Shanshan only glanced at it and quickly looked away.
With a soft little face, she withdrew from the temptation of toys. She felt that the heavy responsibility on her shoulders was as heavy as the money in her arms, and said seriously: "Jiahe, I want to earn money."
Wen Jiahe was puzzled: "Shanshan, if you are short of money, why don't you just ask me to borrow it? I won't sell your treasure."
"Actually, it's nothing." Shanshan said a little embarrassed, "I've been playing with those toys for a long time and I'm tired of them."
"..."
She wanted to say something else, but soon the class bell rang, and Master Liu walked in with bamboo sticks. Everyone returned to their seats to do their homework, and Shanshan's business could only be temporarily closed.
But the news that she was selling toys spread throughout the school in the blink of an eye. Even the prince heard that he never carried any money with him, so he asked Qi Yun to borrow money, so that he could take a break from the heavy schoolwork and the two of them came to look for her together.
"Shanshan, I heard that you are short of money?" The prince put down the money and said generously: "You can use these first. If you don't have enough, send someone back to the palace to get it."
Shanshan shook his head and refused: "No, my mother said, you can't take other people's things for free."
"That……"
Shanshan opened his box: "Brother Prince, cousin, do you want to buy something?"
The prince and Qi Yun looked at each other.
The two of them had long passed the age of playing with toys and watching Sun Wukong. They picked through the boxes and finally took a few worthless straw toys.
The prince put down the money bag again: "Are these enough?"
"Enough is enough!"
"Shanshan, why are you short of money?" The prince wondered. As far as he knew, his sister had always had plenty of money, and Madam Wen's powder shop was doing very well, so there was no way she would be short of money.
Shanshan sighed: "Brother Prince, you don't know, my shop was smashed."
The prince paused.
He really knows.
Yesterday, when Marquis Xuanping was carried out of the palace, he knew that he had remembered the cause and effect of this matter. Since his father had punished him, the follow-up of this matter could also be arranged properly, but... He glanced at his sister. The little girl was round and round. The melancholy on his face is not fake, even the box is mostly empty, and he is obviously sincerely worried about the situation at home.
The prince's worries faded away, and he asked with a smile: "How much silver did you sell for?"
Shanshan showed him all the money he had earned and the IOUs.
When she sells things, she sells them wholeheartedly. She didn't know the price of those things. She would sell them if someone gave them money, and the same was true for her classmates. One emptied his box and the other emptied his wallet. Although the students of Qingsong Academy were all from noble backgrounds, they were still young and did not have much money on hand.
Qi Yun made a rough count and was speechless. The money exchanged for a box of treasures can't even buy a dog in the treasure house.
He whispered to the prince. The prince couldn't help laughing, but he didn't show it on his face and only praised his sister.
Shan Shan didn't realize it, and raised his head proudly. The little tutu on his head was as majestic as the phoenix feathers on the purple gold crown of the Monkey King.
In the afternoon, after class, she returned home with a pocket full of money.
Today Shitou didn't go to General Wen's place to learn martial arts. The two of them passed by the busy city. The aroma of food from the street came in through the car curtain. Shanshan took a deep breath and smelled the small wontons, roasted sweet potatoes, candied haws and sugar haws. She passed by him, smelled it, and leaned against the car window.
Shitou took out the copper plate from his arms and said, "I'll buy it for you."
"No, Brother Shitou." Shanshan shook her head. She touched her empty box and said with a heavy face: "Our shop has been smashed. If we can't make any money in the future, we will have to pawn." You’re a little beggar now. It’s better to save some flowers.”
Shitou thought for a while: "It's okay, I can make money."
Shanshan was even more sad: "But you can't earn much."
She remembered that Shitou used to carry rice bags for the grain store. After a whole day, the money he earned could not even fill his own stomach. She still needs to go to the rescue!
Shi Shi pursed his lips and stopped talking.
Shanshan leaned towards the car window again, took a deep breath, smelled the smell outside the car window, and swallowed hard.
She returned home with a pocketful of money and wanted to find her mother. Wen Yiqing was still dealing with the aftermath of the shop. She ran all over the house but couldn't find her mother, so she put down her book bag and went to look for someone next door.
Shanshan wanted to find the emperor's uncle yesterday.
She wanted to complain to the emperor's uncle and ask him to arrest the people who bullied her mother, but the emperor was not here yesterday, so she was rejected. Fortunately, I met someone today.
She had been holding back what she wanted to say, but after seeing the emperor, the words in her mouth were swallowed back into her stomach.
Shanshan looked at him in surprise: "Uncle Emperor, why are you injured?"
The emperor had a bruise on his forehead. One day later, not only did the injury not heal, the bruise turned purple and looked even more terrifying. Shan Shan tentatively stretched out his little hand, wanting to touch it but not daring to.
"No problem," Bian Chen said, "a little injury."
Shanshan is most afraid of pain. Usually when Master Liu slaps his palm, he will cry out in pain. The emperor's forehead looked much more terrifying than the palm of her beaten hand. She only glanced at it, as if she was the one being beaten, and took a breath of cold air.
She said nervously: "Have you taken any medicine? Has the doctor seen it? Did he say when will it be ready?"
"No..." Bian Chen paused.
He wanted to say it was okay, but he glanced at the little girl and quickly changed his words: "It hurts a lot."
This moment made Shan Shan feel very distressed.
She ignored the complaint and ran home in a hurry, smeared the ointment on her palms, took it over, carefully applied it to the emperor's forehead, applied a thick layer on it, and gave it back to him Breathed.
The gentle warm wind blew over his face with the sweet fragrance of milk. Seeing the serious look on the little girl's face, Bian Chen felt soft in his heart. He held his little daughter in his arms: "You came to me because you wanted to say What to order?”
Shanshan finally remembered the purpose of his visit and grabbed him to vomit his bitterness.
"Uncle Emperor, how can there be such a bad person?" She clenched her fists angrily: "My mother has taught me that you can't bully others, and you can't do things that harm people's livelihood. I My mother is so kind and has helped many people. She opened a shop to earn money, but they destroyed my mother’s shop. Why did they bully my mother?”
"Don't worry." The emperor touched her head, "The troublemaker has been dealt with, and someone will soon send money to your family to apologize."
"Really?!" Shanshan's eyes lit up: "What about my mother's shop?"
"It will also reopen." Bian Chen assured her: "It will only be better than before."
Shanshan nodded with bright eyes.
She was extremely worried at first, fearing that she would really become a beggar. She can neither fight nor make money, and she will definitely not even have enough to eat. But since it was the emperor who said it, she believed it a little bit, and secretly prayed to the Bodhisattva in her heart before going to bed at night.
Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, since you can’t find my father, please help my mother.
A few days passed.
What the emperor said came true.
People from the Xuanping Hou Mansion came to the door with several boxes and cages to apologize. Shanshan was hugged by the maid and hid behind him, secretly sticking his head out to watch his mother talking to the guests.
Mrs. Xuanpinghou, whom she had met at her maternal grandfather's house before, apologized to her mother in embarrassment.
But Shanshan didn't care about going there.
She took a sneak peek.
The box was opened, and it was full of white money!
Be good! Rich again!
