Someone walked into the wrong door and met a vegetable seller on the road. His peaceful life seemed to be broken. Ji Rongjin wondered if he had encountered any bad luck recently. Should he go to worship God?

A wax-yellow woman, wearing a coarse georgette shirt, was riding a donkey, and no one seemed to care.

Ji Rongjin still ignored it. What she thought was a low profile hidden in the market could not withstand scrutiny and no one noticed it. Once people noticed, her aura of freedom and equality cultivated by modern civilization and materials was fundamentally different from today's small people.

Lady, it’s hard for people to ignore you.

After a drunken night, Yan Tao didn't wake up from last night's hangover until noon, packed up and took a carriage back home.

Kangtai didn't expect to meet the young lady next door to Osmanthus Alley, riding a donkey, and he saw her at a glance. He thought the young lady would come over to say hello, but unexpectedly she nodded and avoided her.

"..." Kangtai glanced at the pedestrians on the street. How could they be so invisible to everyone? He laughed and shook his head. His eyes accidentally glanced behind the young lady. He couldn't help but straighten the reins. Seeing that the leader was alert, the guard quickly came over, "

Captain of the Guard, what’s wrong?”

Yan Tao heard the sound outside and stretched out his hand to open the car curtains. He followed Kang Tai's gaze and looked over. On the bustling street, someone quietly pulled out the crowd: "Who is it?"

Hearing the owner's voice, Kangtai quickly approached and answered, "Someone is following Mrs. Ji next door."

Mrs. Ji? Yan Tao looked into the distance and saw a woman riding a donkey. He seemed to have remembered something: "She was the one riding the donkey on the street that day?"

Kangtai was stunned, "Yes, Master."

It turned out that on the day she returned to Beijing, it was Mrs. Ji who was riding a donkey slowly in the snow. Apart from going to the wrong door, they had already met on the street. They were really destined.

"Sir, do you have an appointment with King Zhao tonight?"

Hearing this, Yan Tao had a headache. Since everyone wanted to see him, he would simply meet them all.

Seeing that the master agreed, Kangtai quickly waved the carriage and said, "Go back to the palace first and let the prince rest for a while."

"Wait a minute." Yan Tao asked, "Is my cousin still in the palace?"

"Yes, Master."

Yan Tao pinched his eyebrows and said, "Let her go to Osmanthus Alley and meet the second brother in the evening."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

No one mentioned the matter of the little donkey being followed again, and the low-key and luxurious carriage flickered away and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

It was a rare trip to the city center, so Ji Rongjin was not in a hurry to go back. He found a small restaurant, bought a bowl of buns, and had a simple meal.

Fufu is an ancient boiled pasta. Its name comes from Jia Sixie's "Essential Art of Qi Min: Cake Method": "Move the Fufu as far as your thumb, cut it into two inches, and put it in a basin and soak it. It is better to move it with your hands to the side of the basin.

It is extremely thin and cooked over high heat. It is not just white and cute, but also smooth and beautiful. It is similar to modern noodle soup.

After eating warmly, I went shopping and filled two empty baskets. I also bought a lot of food for daily use and festive supplies for the New Year.

I didn't come back until evening. Just as I was about to enter the hospital when the door opened, someone came out from the other door.

Turning around, it turned out to be the young nobleman eating her mutton soup. The last time he was in the house, he was worried about the house on the one hand, and on the other hand, the windows in the ancient room were not made of glass, so the light was not that good, so he had not paid attention to what it looked like.

It is daytime and dusk is approaching. The gate of the courtyard faces east. The rays of rays from the Western Mountains pour down from the eaves. It falls on the noble young master in splendid robes. It seems to be coated with a layer of hazy light and shadow, making his figure even more upright and graceful.

It's so beautiful, like a banished immortal descending to earth.

Their eyes met.

Ji Rongjin nodded and smiled. This is the most appropriate polite way for someone he knows but is not familiar with.

Yan Taogui glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, put his hands behind his hands and bent down to get on the carriage, sat down, leaned back, looked through the carriage door, and looked at all living beings.

Many times, when a person leans back in his chair to express some kind of arrogance, he has always estimated that his status is not low. Now it is clear that if the word "estimate" is removed, his status is indeed not low.

He actually became her neighbor. He slightly twitched his lips and moved his eyes. When he met that manager Kang, he nodded and smiled again and responded politely.

After being polite, she pulled the little donkey into the courtyard to clear the way for others.

When the door was closed, by coincidence, the noble prince met her again through the carriage window.

With a strong movement of his hands, the door closed, blocking curious eyes.

In the past three years, I heard that the isolation courtyard had changed hands twice, but except for an old couple, there was no one else there. I didn't expect that it was the courtyard of a noble prince.

It is said that the villas of wealthy people in the capital generally have two functions, one is for dowry for their daughters, and the other is for men to keep concubines outside. Does this noble young master want to keep a concubine?

Maybe!

This possibility only flashed through Ji Rongjin's mind. As long as it didn't disturb her life, it had nothing to do with her.

It was already dark after she put her things away, and she cooked a simple dinner and ate it with the cat and dog. Unknown to her, someone followed her to the alley and watched her enter the yard.

The winter night was quiet. Before going to bed, Ji Rongjin hid the thousand taels of silver notes he got today in a secret place, and took the account book in front of the bed. The Chinese New Year was coming soon. There was a small courtyard in the north of the city, and the east city was close to the river.

The store is about to expire, and we need to talk to the tenant about the rental situation next year.

Her income doesn't seem strenuous. She just sells bean sprouts from time to time, collects the rent for a house and a shop, and occasionally sells one or two cookbooks, which is enough for her to live a simple life on her own.

In fact, there is no need to sell bean sprouts, but staying at home all day long would be derailed by society. She still insists on going to the vegetable market. She has stopped going recently because bean sprouts cannot grow in the natural temperature in winter. She is too lazy to do it, so she just thinks it is a holiday for herself.

The real income is a house and a shop, which is more than one hundred taels of silver per year, which is enough for the common people of the Great Xia Dynasty to live on and even save for retirement.

The next day, because she had to discuss rent collection, Ji Rongjin did not sleep too long. She got up early to make breakfast. After eating, she got on her little donkey and set off.

First we went to the Dongcheng store. It was not a big store and was rented to a family of refugees from the north. They were doing lunch and dinner business. For more than a year, with their honest craftsmanship, they gradually got repeat customers and the business was pretty good.

Ji Rongjin has no plans to increase the rent. It depends on whether they want to expand the business and change the store. If they want to expand, they will probably not rent. If not, it will remain the same as before, and she does not need to bother to recruit new rents.

As she expected, the tenant planned to change the shop, but he didn't dare to expand blindly, so he decided to continue renting, "Dong... boss, you won't increase the rent, will you?"

Tenants are still quite worried.

Ji Rongjin smiled and said, "As long as you continue to rent, there will be no increase." If they stop renting, she will follow the market increase.

The tenant was very happy to hear that there was no increase in rent and wanted to keep her for lunch.

"No, I still have something to do." Continue to get off.


Chapter completed!