Chapter 260: Bringing Little Turtle Home
The pancakes were bought.
It took a long time in line.
Some things need waiting for to feel fresh and new.
But I witnessed a scene where someone trying to harass others ended up getting robbed instead.
It is now the 289th year of Chu Yuan. This batch is roughly those born after ’28 or ’27; how terrifying.
Those born after ’25 were all well-behaved; they used status to pressure others, but never dared to speak nonsense.
Are the post-’28 generation really this terrifying now?
When Heir Han arrived at the palace by carriage, he was still a bit dazed.
When the Emperor asked him what he had been doing lately and why he hadn’t come to the palace to see him.
He told the Emperor about what he had just seen while buying pancakes.
“That little fatty who was harassing people should be the son of Minister Liu’s family. I don’t know the other two children. Their appearances are extremely outstanding, and although they are young, they should be of the post-’28 generation. At such a young age, they actually robbed Minister Liu’s family of several hundred taels in silver notes.”
The Emperor has no energy for official business, but he is okay with listening to gossip.
Hearing his nephew say this, he also sighed about how children today are different; they are not the same as they were in their time.
“Nowadays, people eat well, and children can survive once they are born.
In their time, conditions were average, and babies were born dark and thin.
It is because the country is prosperous now.”
Heir Han, who usually acts silly, flattered the Emperor without leaving a trace.
The Emperor was greatly pleased.
That children today are stronger than those in the past shows that things are indeed better under his rule.
It was a happy day.
It was a happy day.
Mianmian, holding the money, took Brother Chong and continued shopping.
What is taken from the people should be used for the people.
It must be spent.
After eating the pancakes, they were thirsty and wanted to drink something.
Seeing the roadside hot soup vendor next to the pancake shop, it felt like the boss was a bit unhygienic because at the last moment of filling the bowl, the boss would wipe the rim of the bowl with his hand and then put his hand in his mouth to lick it.
Little Bug’s face twisted in disgust; he definitely wouldn’t drink that.
Alright, Mianmian couldn’t drink it either.
Forget it, although it smelled good, let’s go to another place.
Next door to that was a place selling desserts.
But on the street.
There were many flying insects.
There were no flypaper or electric mosquito swatters.
Forget it, let’s not buy food.
They looked at a few shops.
Really, the first pancake shop was so popular not just because it tasted good, but for other reasons too; at least the hygiene looked very clean.
Mianmian thought about how Old Madam Meng had also gifted her a shop, and wondered if she should go check it out; she really wanted to open a restaurant on this street.
Wait, no, I heard the catering business is very tiring.
She could open a teahouse.
I heard that if you open a teahouse without connections, you will definitely lose money.
Mianmian had never started a business.
I heard that eating and drinking won’t make you poor, but starting a business will.
Suddenly, she felt a bit like starting a business…
Since she was already in ancient times, if she didn’t try something, what if she transmigrated to modern times next and the conditions were average? She would be even less likely to do it.
When you have the conditions, you should do everything you can to accumulate experience for the future.
Thinking this way, Mianmian became ambitious again and took Brother Chong to continue shopping.
Let’s see what this street specializes in.
People were coming and going on the street, and the separation between men and women was not that strict.
There were also many women on the street.
Of course, mostly women from commoner families.
They needed to show their faces, work outside, or come out to buy and sell things, and some were just shopping.
Women from wealthy families were relatively few, perhaps because of the nature of this street.
When women from wealthy families went out, they had guards in front and behind to prevent being bumped into by others.
Mianmian’s group had Heita in front, Wei Biao behind, Pang Ya on the left, and Brother Chong on the right.
They wandered along the way.
Perhaps seeing that she was so young and had actually swindled money from Minister Liu’s son just now, pedestrians on the street avoided them for a while.
When she wanted to pay for things, a shopkeeper actually didn’t dare to accept it.
It made Mianmian feel as if she were a villain.
This feeling was… actually quite good.
After shopping on one street, she still wanted to shop more.
Finally, Brother Chong protested seriously and dragged Mianmian back to the carriage.
Originally, there was some melancholy about going home.
He didn’t even dare to go back.
Everywhere there were traces of Father.
After Father left, the home felt like a huge, exquisite tomb.
Although he was alive, he felt as if he were already dead.
But now, with a light sweat on his forehead, he didn’t remember anything about a tomb; he just felt that they couldn’t keep shopping.
There were too many people.
There were too many shops.
Everywhere was chaotic.
He was also worried that Little Turtle would be kidnapped; she looked good and walked in an arrogant way, and if he wasn’t careful and couldn’t keep an eye on her, she would go somewhere else.
This caused him to keep holding onto her.
It was hard work pulling her back to the carriage; he felt like he had used up all the energy from his breakfast.
Mianmian happened to be tired from shopping too.
She happily spread out her spoils of war in the carriage.
She could also drink some tea to moisten her throat.
It was still a bit dry outside in winter.
She bought some hand ropes; they were very beautiful, woven ones.
Every one of them felt beautiful.
She could give them to the whole family.
She put one on herself.
She also gave one to Brother Chong.
“Brother, let me help you put it on.”
Zi Congheng pulled his hand back and refused.
But he put the rope away.
He closed his eyes and said nothing.
He was worried that if he opened his eyes, Little Turtle would talk non-stop.
They arrived at his residence.
The house was not big, but very quiet.
It was a private residence.
Great Marshal Zi did not usually work here; it must be a place for him and his son, a relatively warm and secluded place.
It was winding and hard to find.
The interior of the house was very exquisite.
It was evident that it had been decorated with great care.
And it felt like everything was very valuable.
However, Brother Chong’s bedroom was a bit simple.
It was big and empty.
There was a bed.
There was a window.
There was a cabinet.
The clothes in the cabinet were either white or black, very simple.
Entering Brother Chong’s room felt like arriving in a fairyland; it seemed like an immortal cultivator lived there.
There was nothing, just immortal vibes.
Fortunately, there was a Little Turtle.
It was hibernating in the winter, with all four feet tucked in; Mianmian wasn’t sure if the Little Turtle was alive or dead.
Looking at the motionless Little Turtle.
Mianmian reached down, picked up the Little Turtle, and weighed it; it was quite heavy, so it was probably alive.
“Let’s go, I’ll get you a new place to live.”
Pang Ya brought a wooden bucket, and Mianmian put the Little Turtle inside.
Mianmian asked: “Is there anything else to take?”
Zi Congheng took Mianmian to the storeroom.
Jiang Mianmian looked at the fully stocked storeroom, which had all kinds of jewelry, jade, gold, calligraphy, and paintings.
She didn’t expect Brother Chong to be so rich.
“Should we take these?” Mianmian asked.
“Take whatever you like,” Zi Congheng said.
Mianmian was not polite and went to pick through them seriously.
“This is for Father; Father likes calligraphy and paintings by famous people.”
“This is a flying knife; it can be given to Elder Brother.”
“This necklace is for Mother. This should be a supplement; it’s for my sister, my sister will like to eat it. This one, this weapon looks quite good, let’s give it to brother-in-law. I’ll take this little golden pig to play with. This pen is good, Brother, I’ll take this one for you.”
“This felt blanket is quite good; let’s take it to Uncle Gong.”
Mianmian picked a round of gifts.
Zi Congheng watched her choose patiently.
She took a lot more.
Then they closed the storeroom.
It was like moving house.
They moved a cart of clothes and daily necessities, a cart of books, and a cart of various gifts.
When they came, there was one carriage; when they left, there were four.
Because they had taken things, they didn’t run around anymore.
So it was wise to go shopping on the way here.
Shopping should be done early.
Enjoyment should be done early.
Back to the Jiang Family.
Although it was not as exquisite as Zi Congheng’s house, it was much livelier.
It felt full of the warmth of daily life everywhere.
At this time, Jiang Changtian had also finished the morning court.
Seeing his daughter take Congheng to get the pet turtle, only to bring back three carts of things, his expression twitched slightly.
His daughter was very good at scraping things into the home.
Jiang Mianmian was very happy to see Father.
She went up impatiently.
She asked curiously: “Father, did you go to the morning court today? Did you see the Emperor? Is the Emperor old? Is he serious? Is he handsome?”
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