Chapter 9 Fu Ciyi glanced aside, she had fair skin and delicate profile.
Soon, he calmly looked away and said indifferently: "What mother meant."
"Oh."
Yan Funing agreed and took note of the route as she walked, so that she could go to the town alone next time.
The two of them said nothing all the way.
After another half an hour, we finally arrived in town.
The streets in the town are paved with bluestone slabs, with lightly raised eaves on both sides. There are many shops and pedestrians and traders in an endless stream.
Fu Ciyi looked around the street and saw a bookstore. He turned his head and said, "We will meet here in two quarters of an hour."
"Okay." Yan Funing nodded.
Seeing him walking away, her eyes moved to the street. There were many people squatting on the ground, with different vegetables placed in front of them.
It was a good idea to set up a stall like this, but she soon discovered the problem. People who came and went usually only asked questions, but rarely bought anything.
If she were like them, it would be difficult for her to sell out all the oyster mushrooms in her basket within two quarters of an hour, so she would have to find an inn or tavern to ask.
After making up her mind, she walked towards a restaurant ahead.
Halfway through, a little girl's cry caught her attention.
She followed the sound and saw a man in his twenties holding a little girl at the door of the hospital. His voice was choked with sobs: "My daughter is crying like this. Can you please help her first?"
The people in the medical center shouted back to him: "Looking at you, whether you can afford a small amount of money is a question. What if you can't afford it?"
While comforting his daughter, the man begged for help: "Please treat my daughter's arm. I will make up for the consultation fee later!"
At this time, the doctor in the museum came out slowly: "Your daughter's arm will be useless if you don't look at it. If you have money, go back and get it first."
Upon hearing this, the man was so anxious that he almost cried: "If you don't look at it, it will be useless. Please help me look at it as soon as possible!"
Just when he was about to kneel down and kowtow to request, Yan Funing bent down slightly and held the little girl's arm.
With just this touch, she knew that the little girl was just dislocated.
Then he held the little girl's wrist with one hand, supported her elbow with the other hand, pressed the radial head with his thumb, and stretched it with skillful force, and a slight popping sound was heard.
The doctor sitting in the hospital glanced sideways at Yan Funing and said to the middle-aged man: "It will be more difficult for your daughter to be treated if her arm is touched like this by an unrelated person."
The man wondered: "This girl, my daughter's arm..."
Yan Funing touched the little girl's face and asked warmly: "Raise your arm to see if it still hurts?"
The little girl blinked her tearful eyes, raised her little arms, and suddenly laughed out loud: "It doesn't hurt anymore!"
The man asked happily: "It really doesn't hurt anymore?"
The little girl shook her head and said in a sweet voice, "Daddy, it really doesn't hurt anymore."
The man pinched his daughter's elbow in disbelief to confirm that it really didn't hurt anymore, and then he remembered to thank the girl carrying the backpack just now.
The father and daughter looked around. Where was the figure of the girl? At this moment, Yan Funing had entered a restaurant.
"Boss, these are wild oyster mushrooms picked in the mountains. Can you exchange them for a better price?"
She put down her backpack and took out an oyster mushroom to show to the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper took it, squeezed it, nodded and praised: "Not bad, fresh and tender." He then compared the numbers and said, "Since this is wild, I'll give you 25 cents per pound."
Yan Funing didn't know what the level of 25 articles was. She recalled the part about spending money in the book. There was very little description of prices, so she had to ask: "How much is a pound of rice now?"
The shopkeeper looked at her and saw that she didn't look like someone with no money in her dress. He thought that maybe the daughter of some family came here to experience life in order to be in charge of her husband's family in the future.
Then he frankly quoted a price: "Ten cents per catty."
"Then do you want all my wild oyster mushrooms?"
The shopkeeper nodded: "They are indeed wild, I want them all."
Yan Funing discussed with him: "I picked these oyster mushrooms with my own hands. Considering the hard work, can it be counted as thirty cents per catty?" How can there be such a bargain?It can be seen that the girl in front of me does come from a wealthy family and has no idea about money.
The oyster mushrooms in this basket were probably picked by her servants.
The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head: "It's five cents short, girl."
He raised his hand and ordered the waiter to weigh it. Excluding the basket on his back, the net weight of the mushrooms was seven catties and eight taels.
Yan Funing discussed again: "Let's count it as eight catties. It's easier to calculate that way. It's a total of two hundred coins."
"The girl knows how to calculate accounts!" the shopkeeper said with a smile, "It's up to you, calculate eight pounds. Next time, remember to bring your family to my restaurant for dinner."
The shopkeeper asked the waiter to collect the oyster mushrooms, and he counted two hundred coins and gave it to Yan Funing. Seeing that she didn't have a money bag, he gave her a red string.
Yan Funing thanked her, tied up the copper plates one by one with a red string, and put them in her sleeve pocket.
The sleeve pocket suddenly became heavy. She carried an empty basket on her back and took the sleeve pocket to the grain and oil store across the street.
I bought rice and flour at the grain and oil store, along with some seasonings. I almost used up the two hundred cash, but still had ten cash left.
Guessing that the appointed time had arrived, Yan Funing walked quickly to the street.
The basket now contained twelve kilograms of rice, five kilograms of flour, and seasonings. It was so heavy that her shoulders ached.
The heroine's delicate body could not carry such a heavy thing on her back. After only taking a few steps, she was out of breath.
Fu Ciyi had been waiting for a while. When she came over, her breath was very unsteady, so she quietly glanced at the basket on her back.
The items in the basket are packed in cloth bags, such as rice and noodles.
This woman actually sold oyster mushrooms.
He coughed lightly: "Want to take a car?"
At this moment, the driver they met just now shouted to them: "Young couple, let's take the bus, it's ten cents for two people."
The pain on Yan Funing's shoulder made her unable to care about what others called her or someone.
Besides, they are indeed husband and wife now.
She quietly squeezed the ten copper coins left in her sleeve pocket. These ten cents could buy a pound of rice.
The driver patted the two empty seats next to him: "The young couple already saved money when they came here. Do they have to save money when they go back? Life is not that economical."
Yan Funing couldn't carry the basket full of rice and noodles anymore. She pursed her lips and was about to speak when she heard a refreshing voice.
"We, husband and wife, paid copper coins in advance when we came here. My husband-in-law gave you two more coins. How could you give up our seats to others?"
The driver smiled and said: "You are still not coming, so I just want to rush back first and take you with me on the next trip."
The young woman snorted, turned to Yan Funing, stretched out her five fingers and turned them over a few times: "Fifteen cents, if you give us fifteen cents, these two ladies will be given to you."
Yan Funing said: "We won't sit in the seats you reserved."
The young woman sneered: "Can't you get fifteen cents?"
Fu Ciyi stood next to Yan Funing and asked quietly: "Want to sit down?"
"No."
Yan Funing pinched the copper coins in her sleeve pocket again. She really couldn't get out fifteen cents.
If you can walk, you can naturally walk back.
Not wanting to see the young woman's face anymore, Yan Funing walked away.
Suddenly there was a light touch on her back. She quickly turned her head and saw someone holding the handle of the backpack.
"I'll carry it," he said.
(End of this chapter)