Chapter 9 I still need pity from others
But the Yun family was in the capital at the time, and the apprentice was probably also in the capital, how could he appear in such a distant town.
After Lu Qinuan came out of the embroidery workshop, she started shopping, she didn't know the shock that these embroideries brought to others, shopping is really the nature of every woman.
Lu Qinuan only had one or two pieces of silver in her hand that she had just sold the embroidery, and she had to hand it in when she went back, and she couldn't spend it indiscriminately, so she bought ten catties of polished rice, bought some vegetable seeds, threw them into the space, and then walked around and prepared to go home.
While walking, she saw a restaurant next to it, and the business was the best business she had seen in the restaurant after visiting for so long, but she didn't know what dishes were in it.
In her previous life, she would cook some Sichuan food, so nostalgic, I don't know if this restaurant can taste it, I feel more and more the importance of money, and when I was thinking about how to make money, I saw a bunch of people in front of me who seemed to be fighting in a group.
Lu Qinuan also relied on her petite figure from behind to get into the crowd.
"Bai Yuran, look at it, weren't you crazy before, didn't you look down on me, but now you didn't expect it, look at the former young master of the Bai family who has become a beggar on the street, haha, come on, call me." I saw a group of small servants standing behind a young man in a fancy costume, and they stepped forward and punched and kicked the young man named Bai Yuran.
Lu Qinuan really wanted to fight the grievances, but considering his current situation, he still didn't take action, it is estimated that the group of people saw that the beaten person scolded and didn't fight back, and they felt bored, so they scolded and left.
"Hey, you're okay, this is the bun I just bought, na, for you to eat." Lu Qinuan handed the hot bun that the young man had just bought, but the young man knocked down the bun in her hand and limped away.
"Hey, Bai Yuran, right, I'm kind enough to give you steamed buns, how can you be like this, just don't be grateful, be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs, it's all money, money." Lu Qinuan stomped his feet and said dissatisfiedly.
Bai Yuran turned his head: "I don't need other people's pity. With that, he left.
"What kind of person, who pities you, this is called share, do you understand share, I still need others to pity me, I want to die to save face and suffer crimes, really." Lu Qinuan muttered to himself as he walked.
Don't you know that her whispered words and the scene just now have already fallen into the eyes of the people in a private room on the second floor of the restaurant.
In the private room, there are two teenagers of sixteen or seventeen, one teenager is wearing a blue brocade robe, suave, and the other is wearing a crimson brocade robe, his eyes are cold, his expression seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, his face is like frost, a pair of phoenix eyes are full of shining looks, a high nose bridge, and his mouth is tightly closed, as if no one can let him speak.
Both of them look like dragons and phoenixes among people, but the young man in scarlet is better than the young man in blue.
"I said Murong, that was the eldest son of the Bai family just now, alas, it was quite miserable to offend the concubine, and the family was gone overnight, but how could he appear here?"
The young man in scarlet raised his hand, and a figure flashed by, and the young man in blue knew that he had called someone to investigate.
"Did you see that girl just now, she should be dressed as a little peasant girl, but her speech is very interesting, what do you think?" The young man in blue fanned the fan in his hand and asked someone other than him jokingly.
"Boredom"
"......" The man in blue choked, "I said Murong Chen, can you not jump out a few words every time, it's just ......" After looking for a long time and not finding an adjective, the man in blue stopped talking.
And the man in scarlet clothes, that is, Murong Chen, is still thinking about the girl just now, how does she feel that girl seems to have seen it somewhere, but she is sure that he has never been here before, how could he have seen it, it should be that he thought too much.
Just like this, he didn't speak, and he wanted to say but no one agreed, and the private room was quiet.
But said that after Lu Qinuan failed to be a good person, he walked home, the village is not very far from this town, and it is about half an hour to walk back, that is, an hour's journey, and after Lu Qinuan practiced, the foot distance was more than twice as fast.
Carrying the things I bought, I saw that my mother had already made the rice, and it was porridge, it was not a way to go on like this, there was too little rice, and the family was reluctant to cook rice to eat, and it was really unbearable to eat porridge when the time came, Lu Qinuan wanted to say that I was still growing my body.
"Mother, this is the money left after buying things, by the way, the owner of the embroidery workshop, let me ask you, do you embroider clothes." Lu Qinuan asked when he suddenly remembered while drinking porridge.
"Nuan Nuan, did the embroidery lady say anything, you didn't agree." Mu Jin immediately became nervous and hurriedly asked.
"No, mother, why don't you make clothes, the boss said that if you make clothes, you will be given more money." Lu Qinuan was puzzled by this, why didn't he agree when he could make more money, it seems that the problem should appear in the embroidery method, after all, the others are more common.
"Nuan Nuan, let's change it when we sell embroidery in the future, and you won't embroider anything in the future, you know." Looking at her mother's nervous expression, Lu Qinuan nodded and agreed.