My name is Yang Wenmeng, and I am the daughter of the shopkeeper of Huayue Building in Jingao Mountain.

This Huayue Building is our family's ancestral industry, and after several generations of operation, it is quite large-scale. Different from the restaurant near my house, Huayue Mansion mainly entertains the disciples of the Yuanxu faction, and the disciples of the Yuanxu faction are all immortal cultivators, which are very different from us mortals.

The disciples of the Yuanxu Sect don't have to spend money to buy mortal things on the mountain, and the same is true in our Huayue Building, as long as they keep accounts, the Yuanxu Sect will settle accounts for them every month. The immortal cultivators didn't look down on gold and silver at all, and they were very generous in this regard, so the business of Huayue Tower was also very prosperous.

But this does not mean that the people of Huayuelou can have any status here, but it means that no matter how rich a mortal is, he is nothing here. All the people who open shops here can only be shopkeepers, and my father is no exception, and the actual owner can only be the Yuanxu faction.

And I, of course, can't be regarded as a big lady. A mortal woman, how can she be called Miss in front of the immortal masters. What's more, my status in the family is not very high, and my mother is just a concubine of my father.

I have had the opportunity to read and write since I was a child, but the rich lady I saw in the book couldn't get in touch with me. There was only a bed, a table, and a few stools in my room, and there were no maids, except for my mother's maid to help me clean them occasionally. If you don't have your own separate room, it doesn't seem to be much different from the people in the family.

My father is an old man at home, but his status on the mountain is not very high, and the guests who give face also call Yang Shopkeeper, and most of the disciples call him Yang Fat. It is said that the monk who introduced our Yang family to open a shop on the mountain has been sitting for many years, and we have no one to rely on here, and it is a blessing from God to continue to mingle here.

But my father was reluctant to do this good business in Huayuelou, after all, opening a shop under the mountain also had to be done everywhere, and the mortals under the mountain would not be so generous. My father took great pains to get in touch with the monks, and once proposed to many Yuanxu disciples to let me marry a few of my sisters, but I don't know if I proposed it, but I don't know if I did.

It's a pity that the monks look down on mortals at all, after all, as long as the monks succeed in building the foundation, they will live at least a hundred years old, and this is only a basic, unless they fall, few monks can't live to be one hundred and fifty or sixty years old.

Marrying a mortal, after twenty or thirty years, the other party will become an old woman, and he is still a young man, seeing the person he loves gradually withering in front of his eyes, and a few people are willing to suffer this kind of suffering. Even if they were married as concubines, the monks were only willing to find the most beautiful. Our sisters are quite chic, but the immortal cultivators still don't look down on them.

The elder sisters later married mortals from other shops on the mountain, and their lives were not bad, but they did not help their father much in his business. Most of the mortals who set up shops on the mountain have disciples of the Yuanxu Sect as backers, and there are not many mortals who are disdainful of associating with our Yang family, but there are many who covet the restaurant business.

I usually read books in my room, or play with my sisters and maids at home, and I don't have many friends. There are not many people of similar age in the family, although my father built the house at the foot of the mountain, he did not dare to be too public, the mansion is not very big, and there are not many people living in it.

When I was eight years old, one afternoon, I was in my room, and the guy from the restaurant suddenly came to my house and said that my father told me to go to the restaurant immediately. I followed him in a hurry, and as soon as I was catching my breath, my father came and looked me up and down, and said that I should serve food to the guests.

I know my father's plans, and several sisters have been ordered to do this kind of thing before, so there must be new male disciples.

I passed by with the food, and sure enough, a boy about my age was sitting there. The man looked quite white and clean, but he looked stupid and had never seen the world. And when he saw me, he turned blank, and he kept looking at me intently when I served the food.

I didn't say a word, and after the food was served, I quickly turned around, trying to get rid of him quickly.

"Why do you want to go back without asking this boy what else he commands?" said my father, who suddenly appeared and commanded me.

"Yes. This son, I don't know what else to order?" Naturally, I didn't dare to disobey the order, so I quickly turned around.

"No... Nothing else. You... Do you want to eat together?"

"It's rare for the son to lift you, so don't hurry up and accompany the son to dinner. "Ah, ah, sure enough, my father would say that.

When I had passed, my father, still not satisfied with me, sat down across from me, and ordered me to sit next to the man, almost next to him.

After my father left, I didn't care about it anymore, so I just didn't do anything and started eating on my own. The food cooked in the restaurant was much better than at home, and my father asked the best cooks to cook for the monks, and the family was all made indiscriminately.

The man didn't seem to be dissatisfied, just ate and drank together, and talked to me without saying a word.

From the conversation, I knew that his name was Sun Xiaotian, and he was a newly accepted disciple of a nearby Xiao Immortal Master. That Xiao Immortal Master is quite famous in the mountains, and he is different from other immortal cultivators, and after his cultivation is successful, he still lives with low-level disciples. It is said that he did not particularly despise mortals, and often went down the mountain to do chivalrous deeds and save mortals.

After knowing that he was Xiao Immortal Master's apprentice, my impression of him changed a little, and I chatted with him, and he also told me a lot about immortal cultivators.

This apprentice of Xiao Immortal Master is also quite different, he is bookish, polite, and has never shown contempt for mortals. Although he is still an outer disciple now, his status is also incomparable to us mortals, and if he succeeds in building a foundation, he can officially start cultivating immortals.

Since that day, he has been running to Huayue Tower every day, and my father also ordered me to wait in the restaurant every time I have dinner to accompany this grandson to dinner. At first, I was a little reluctant, but this Sun Gongzi never did anything to me, he was always humble and polite, and often told me about immortal cultivators, and I welcomed him more and more.

Later, more than a year later, this grandson still came every day, and our relationship became better and better.

But that afternoon, I was told a shocking news. The guy from the restaurant suddenly came to the house to inform him that Sun Gongzi was already an official disciple and was going to visit the family. My father ordered all of us to go and greet us, and my mother asked me to go to her room and help me get dressed.

Not long after he came, my father let the two of us go to my room and talk alone.

It's the first time I've let a man into my boudoir.