Murong Yue and the others rested for a while in the store, and then went separately to buy new year's goods.

"Qingluan Qingfeng, you go buy some things needed for cooking, and I'll take Xiao Qi and An Yi to buy others."

Murong Yue took out a bag of silver from her sleeve and handed it to Qingluan: "Here, buy whatever you want, don't skimp."

Qingluan Qingfeng said happily: "Thank you, girl."

"Uncle, you also give some money to Aunt Ma and let her share it to buy some new clothes for everyone."

Jiang Pingsheng smiled and said: "My second brother and I were discussing it last night, and we said we would ask you what you meant when you came, but you said it first."

Murong Yue also smiled: "That's just right, you can just discuss this with your second uncle."

"Don't worry! Uncle knows."

Murong Yue and others left the store and started to act separately.

Murong Yue took Murong Qi to Qing Yi Fang.

I plan to order some new clothes.

In the past few months, Qingyifang's business has been dozens of times better than before.

There are countless people who have made reservations for clothes.

Not to mention that business in Jufu Town is so good, even the main store in Beijing has queued up for reservations until next year.

This is all thanks to the design given by Murong Yue.

Otherwise, business wouldn't be so booming.

Murong Yue listened to Qian Hui telling her what happened over the past few days.

"You! You're just too busy and don't want to come and see me," Qian Hui said.

Murong Yue pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Are you blaming me?"

"How dare I! You are the financial backer of our Qingyi Shop! How dare I blame you?"

"Pfft~ Okay, stop talking so weirdly." Murong Yue sneered.

When Qian Hui heard this, she covered her mouth and smiled.

He sighed: "Hey, this business is really tiring. I used to feel the most tiring when greeting customers at the door, but I didn't expect that the shopkeeper would have more troubles."

"You have to be careful about everything, and you have to cater to some people from time to time. The mind is tired, and the people are tired. I might as well be a waiter!"

Murong Yue grabbed her hand, patted it to comfort her and said: "You! Don't take advantage of it and behave well. Aren't you a very good person? I heard that your master is going to transfer you to the capital.

,is that true?"

Qian Hui didn't hide it, nodded and said: "Well, the young master did mention it, but it hasn't been confirmed yet!"

"Then what do you think?" Murong Yue asked.

When Qian Hui heard this, she was a little confused and said, "I don't know. It feels like it's so far away from the capital and I'm not familiar with the place there. I... I'm a little scared."

Qian Hui is only seventeen years old. She has been living in this small place since she was born. She has always kept a distance from places like the capital.

In fact, she is not the only one like this. Anyone else, except those with great ambitions, would feel that the capital is a sacred place.

Because the capital is the place closest to the emperor.

"Then do you want to go?" Murong Yue asked again.

Qian Hui thought about it seriously before saying, "I want to go, but I can't worry about it at home."

"Do you think I should go? Can you please pay attention to me?"

Murong Yue said: "Are you sure you want to listen to my opinion?"

Qian Hui nodded: "Yeah."

"Okay! Then let me analyze it for you!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Hui immediately sat down and waited seriously for her to speak.

Murong Yue said: "Number one! Needless to say, you can earn more money in the capital than here, and it will also be better for your future development. You might even be able to marry someone with a better family background!"

When it comes to getting married, Qian Hui is ashamed.

"But I'm seventeen, who would want it?"

Murong Yue rolled her eyes and said, "What's wrong with seventeen? I'm telling you, a girl is only as young as a flower when she's seventeen or eighteen. Don't listen to the nonsense that a girl with haircuts will get married."

"Haven't you heard that many women die within a year of marrying into their husband's family? And they usually die in childbirth."

Qian Hui asked confused, "Then what does this have to do with age?"

This is the first time she has heard such words!

"That must have something to do with it! When you are fourteen or fifteen, your body has just grown and is very tender. It must be unbearable to be so violently tortured by childbirth!"

"Uh!" Qian Hui nodded understandingly.

When Murong Yue saw this, forget it, she was already past that age anyway.

"So don't be anxious. When fate comes, waterways will naturally form!"

Qian Hui also knew that she was trying to comfort her by saying this.

Then he nodded and smiled: "Yes, I understand. Thank you, Xiao Yueyue."

"If you want to thank me, just make the clothes on the drawing I gave you. I'm wearing them to celebrate the New Year!" Murong Yue said with a smile.
Chapter completed!