"This young lady, look at this, it matches your skin color very well, and it will definitely make people unforgettable after wearing it..."

Sitting at the tea stall on the side of the road, Mingyue listened to the cloth shop next to her, and she was not annoyed that he could repeat this kind of sentence for a day, and the corners of her lips rose a little silently.

She is in a good mood now, and her sister is already showing signs of recovery, although it may take a lot of time, but with a response, it means that all efforts are in the right direction.

Receiving this wish, the wisher Liluo is a very gentle soul.

If it weren't for that elm tree, which is now Yu Xin, who robbed her of the opportunity, maybe Liluo would have become the son of luck in this world.

But now, luck has been snatched away.

What Mingyue can do is to add some blockage to Yuxin in the process of traveling around this world, and then take a look at the excitement.

By the way, I also want to destroy the Burning Heaven Sect that refined Pear Luo into a tool spirit in the later stage, which can be regarded as revenge for Pear Luo.

"Girl, this bun was just made by us, you can taste it and see how it tastes, give a comment..."

The proprietress of the bun shop on the side sent two buns to Mingyue.

Because Mingyue has lived in this small town for a while, she will sit in the tea stall every day, drinking tea while watching the people around her, during this period, she often writes things, so that the people around her feel that this girl is a very powerful person.

The hearts of people in small places are very simple, and they are not completely devoid of wicked people, but perhaps it is Liluo's appearance that always carries that indifferent atmosphere, which softens the people around her and is also protected by them.

So even if someone wants to come and disturb, they will be isolated by the people around them.

"The taste is very fragrant, if you can take a little less time, the taste should be a little better, next time you can try it..."

Mingyue picked up a bun and tasted it, the heat was a little bigger, so the current stuffing was a little too much.

"Okay, wait for this stove to come out of the pot a little earlier, I know that the pear girl can taste the best taste of this, let's come over and eat together later, my daughter and son-in-law come over tonight, it's just lively..."

The proprietress of the bun shop was very enthusiastic about Mingyue, but at her invitation, Mingyue still shook her head, indicating that she had something to do at night.

Watching the proprietress leave with a smile, Xiao Er of the tea stall made a pot of new tea and put it away, and then stood aside a little crampedly.

"What's wrong?"

Raising her head, Mingyue looked at Xiao Er like this, knowing that he had something to ask for.

"I want to write a letter to my brother, I haven't been in touch for so many years, and I don't know if he's okay over there, see if you can help..."

Xiao Er of the tea stall blushed a little when he said this.

In fact, there are some people in this small town who specialize in writing letters to others, but he is reluctant to spend this money, so after observing it in the past few days, he found that Mingyue is very good at talking, so he thought about whether he could write a letter back for free...

For an existence like Xiao Er of the tea stall, spending money to write a letter costs almost a month's monthly money, and they really dare not spend it when their parents, wives and children are still waiting for dinner at home.

"Okay, what do you say you want to write, I'm fine now, and after you write it, you can still let the people from the post house take you away today."

Mingyue finished eating the buns, cleaned them up, and then took the pen and paper.

Under the persuasion of Xiao Er at the tea stall, she wrote a long letter to her family, and then asked Xiao Er to take it and pack it up and send it to the post house.

"The girl looks like she is not bad for money, but you have robbed the food of those few people who specialize in writing letters to support their families."

An old man passing by sat at the next table and expressed some dissatisfaction with Mingyue's approach.

He could tell from the attitudes of the people around him that this girl was a good talker, but if she wrote letters to people for free like this, wouldn't the person who ate this food starve to death?

"I don't write, he won't spend this money, a letter to the family is going to cut off the family's rations for a whole month, unless it's a fatal relationship, otherwise which poor person can afford it, they all say that the distance is far away and the family affection is weak, I see, it's all because I can't afford to spend this money..."

Mingyue drank tea leisurely, and for the old man's words, she directly gave him a red face.

The literati in this place all consider themselves noble, as long as they know a few words, they will not do anything outside the home.

There are many people who write letters like this, and they usually make money for those who encounter emergencies, such as the elderly in the family who are seriously ill and need to notify their children who are far away.

In this case, the money borrowed has to be bought from their hands and a letter is sent out.

However, for people at the bottom of society, it is very likely that the money for this letter will be repaid by them for a year and a half in the future.

Because people of the level of Xiao Er of the tea stall, they could have kept the whole family starving to death, but they had already done their best...

"What the girl said makes sense, it's our old guys who don't know the suffering of the world, but it's wrong to blame the girl..."

After thinking carefully for a while, the old man's companions actually stood up and saluted Mingyue.

Even the one who blushed just now was the same, and the sudden realization of the eyes made people look much more pleasing to the eye.

"It's not wrong, it can only be said that there are too few ways for literati to survive, I heard that this kind of literati who can write letters to others are often very poor, maybe they have no way to make a living..."

Mingyue glanced at the people, and continued to drink tea slowly while talking.

These people can be seen to be people of some status, but the official position is not too high.

The words he said at this time were just Mingyue's momentary emotion, whether they could do something to change the lives of these bottoms, it would be up to fate.

Next, after she came back from the tea stall, she drank tea for a while again, and then went to the dim sum shop diagonally opposite to buy a bag of food, and then went back to the hotel not far away.

In this small city, she may have to stay for a year and a half, because she has to wait, wait for Yuxin to appear.

Yu Xin, the elm demon with the system, snatched Liluo's life and lived freely.

It's a pity that Liluo is indeed too gentle, even if she encountered so much hardship later, what she wants more is to look at the scenery outside freely, thinking about making Grandma Shu who gave her warmth happy, and wanting to see the only sister Yu she knows...

Such a character, if it is shrouded in luck, may spend a happy life, and even make the people around her warmer.

However, her luck was robbed, and gentleness would be a knife inserted into herself.

What Mingyue has to do in this world, in addition to solving those enemies for her, is more to fulfill Liluo's yearning for freedom.

She wants to send warmth to the people around her, so Mingyue will send something to ordinary people that is not too big, but makes people more relaxed or happy.

It's like now, going out for a walk every day to make a corner of the town a little more gentle.