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Qiu Ying and Song Lingyue suppressed their laughter. Qiu Ying said, "Master, there's nothing else to do here. You've had a long afternoon, so go back up the mountain. Miss Lingyue, Miss Yuelan, you should go and rest too. I'll look after things here with Grandpa Fu and Grandma Fu."
Fu Hai was indeed tired. Everything else was fine, but Cen Yao kept trying to ambush him. Although he was able to successfully counterattack every time, it was still very annoying.
He breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged his shoulders: "Well, I'll go up now."
Chapter 94 My junior sister appeared like a female ghost
Fu Hai, accompanied by his two junior sisters, walked through the backyard of the inn, passed through the mountain gate, and headed towards their lodging halfway up the mountain. Halfway there, they turned back to look at the county town.
The city walls of the prefecture were extremely high, over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). From here, one could not see the city as brightly lit as from the mountaintop, but one could still witness the bustling atmosphere of the festival.
Lanterns were scattered on the city wall, and the city gate was also brightly lit. The markets inside and outside the city were still open, and horse-drawn carriages could still be seen coming and going.
His gaze swept over the city walls and into the city itself. Layer upon layer of buildings stretched out, adorned with lanterns everywhere, creating a mesmerizing night scene. In Fu Hai's previous world, such a dazzling display of lights after nightfall would have been nothing special.
But in this world, most of the time, only a few red-light districts remain bustling after nightfall; most places are dark and boring, with little entertainment, and all is quiet as soon as it gets dark.
Such night views can only be seen during festivals like these, which makes them all the more enchanting and stunning.
"Actually, the location of Little Cangshan Mountain is really quite good," Fu Hai sighed, looking at the brightly lit county town. His junior sister murmured, "Except for the lack of money."
Song Lingyue followed her senior brother and looked out of the mountain: "In the past, during the chaotic times, Anjun was bordered by Duanyun Mountain to the west, and there was only one entrance. There was no Grand Canal to the east, so the terrain was complicated."
"Although there are official roads between the north and south, they are sometimes open and sometimes closed, which has allowed this place to be isolated from the ravages of war. Our Xiaodiancang Mountain can be considered a secluded place, and has not experienced too much war."
The junior sister said quietly, "Except for not having money."
Fu Hai nodded: "Now that we have the Grand Canal, if the Anjun Lantern Festival is really well-organized, things might improve in the future..." His junior sister continued wistfully: "Besides, we're even less money now."
Fu Hai clenched his fist and knocked her on the head: "Money, money, money, all you ever think about is money!"
The junior sister looked up and said, "I asked that maid from Jade City Mountain today, and she gets one tael and two jiao of pocket money a month." Fu Hai and Song Lingyue were astonished.
Y sacs weigh more than one or two ounces a month?
The four of them from Diancang Mountain lived frugally, not daring to spend even a single tael of silver a month. And what about the others? Pure pocket money? Or were they just maids?
Those girls, their annual expenses and pocket money must be almost equivalent to the taxes of the entire Xiaodiancang Mountain, right? No wonder they always get an extra night's room and can stay there whenever they want.
The usual price is one thousand copper coins, and one tael is one thousand two hundred copper coins. During the festival, the cost of lodging for one night can be as high as one tael. On ordinary days, these superior rooms are completely unoccupied.
Xia Yuelan looked up, quite envious: "I heard that they have at least three sets of mid-grade martial arts techniques and a dozen or twenty sets of low-grade ones. They don't learn them themselves, but give them to the outer disciples who usually do odd jobs."
Fu Hai turned his head and continued walking uphill: "Why don't you go and ask them if they need any maids?"
I glanced at the task log and saw the message that the senior sister of Jade Immortal Pavilion had failed her breakthrough, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. But since I'm not a bad person at heart, I quickly realized that my mindset was wrong.
"I don't really admire them!" The junior sister caught up with him, giggling as she hugged his arm. "I'm not going to be a maid over there."
"I was just thinking, when our Little Cangshan Mountain becomes prosperous, I'll be like those three young ladies, having my maid go out early in the morning to buy the best..."
There's a famous brand of tofu pudding, and I eat one bowl and throw the rest away, much to the envy of others.
Song Lingyue said softly, "A tree dies when moved, but a person thrives!"
"The old post station on the official road couldn't stay afloat, so those people set up two pleasure boats and started operating them on the canal. Business seems to be better than before. After the Lantern Festival, when the weather gets cold and the inns can't stay open, perhaps we could do the same?"
Fu Hai said, "Don't worry! My book started selling at the market during the Lantern Festival, and the initial deposits were already sixty taels. If it really becomes a hit..."
The junior sister turned her face away: "Ah. Ha!"
The eldest sister said gently, "Senior brother, keep going!" Fu Hai lost all confidence because of their reaction.
He said, "If all else fails, I'll go with Miss Die to catch the culprit and collect the reward."
His two junior sisters immediately grabbed his arms and led him upstairs, saying, "There's nothing much to do."
"Shi Ke, didn't you say we run an inn and should remain neutral? We shouldn't do anything dangerous." "We'll try our best to collect this year's tax revenue; there's always a way."
"There's always a way out. Didn't those people from the escort agency say last time that maybe this official road really does connect to the east, and this road will become popular again?"
"Master, you must have confidence. Maybe your book will actually sell. Even if the inn doesn't have business, it won't be a big problem. A worthless rock picked up from the beach might be treasured by some blind inlanders. Senior brother, you must believe in your masterpiece!"
"I even saw a child's doodle hanging in an art gallery the other day. A group of people praised its abstract style, calling it a masterpiece." And there's more...
Fu Hai said angrily, "Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Are you doing this on purpose?"
However, although his two junior sisters were joking on purpose, they genuinely didn't want him to pursue a dangerous, high-risk career.
After joking around with my two junior sisters for a while, my mood improved considerably.
Fu Hai returned to the courtyard, practiced his kung fu a bit, and relaxed his muscles. He had sweated quite a bit in the afternoon, so he decided to take a shower.
The man wasn't so particular; he simply closed the courtyard gate from the inside.
The mountain water was channeled into a large water vat placed high up, with a hole through which water was poured down using a bamboo tube. He then stripped naked, grabbed a towel, and began to shower in the courtyard.
Summer was over, and the cool feeling of showering on a hot day was gone, but being a martial artist, it wasn't a big problem. While showering, he suddenly felt something behind him.
Looking back, I saw a young girl with disheveled hair standing there quietly.
"Junior Sister, what are you doing?" Fu Hai was startled and instinctively covered his chest and stomach. "Didn't I close the door? What are you doing climbing over the wall?" Xia Yuelan had probably just finished showering; her hair was loose, and she was wearing a white overcoat that she only wore to bed in winter, along with a white jacket and trousers, and a skirt.
They weren't wearing any.
"Senior brother!" She stood in the night, raising her head, looking pitiful. "What are you doing?"
"Senior brother!" the girl said softly.
"What are you doing?" "Senior brother!"
"Didn't I ask you what you did?" "Master..."
"I mean, you're even more clingy than that Miss Cen Er?" Fu Hai was speechless.
"Okay, okay!" he said. "I'll give you the holiday allowance, and I'll deduct it from your allowance later."
"Thank you, senior brother!" The girl didn't care that her senior brother was naked and soaking wet, and she rushed up and hugged his waist with a giggle.
Then, happily turning around, she used her light-footed skill to leap over the wall. Fu Hai: "...This junior sister is a bit crazy."
Chapter 95 Little Night Sister Needs a Slap
After his junior sister left, Fu Hai continued taking a bath.
While washing, I would occasionally glance back and take a sudden look.
There's always a strange, eerie feeling, like something's been haunted behind me.
Of course, there are no ghosts on Xiaodiancang Mountain.
Of course, whether something that can move counts as a ghost is a bit hard to say.
Little Sister Xiaoye was still lying on the veranda behind the library, reading a book.
As darkness fell, she raised her small hand, and the moonlight seemed to condense in her palm, transforming into a radiant bead that allowed her to see the words in the book without a lantern.
As she watched, she rolled over a few times in the rocking chair.
Feeling very uncomfortable, he simply revealed his skeletal form.
She felt that reading this book would make her more comfortable, allowing her to be carefree.
However, even so, it is only carefree in a physical sense, not in a spiritual sense.
Without realizing it, she raised her pale, bony hand and touched her ribs. She felt a dull ache in that spot.
He turned around again, leaned back in the rocking chair, and rested for a while. He couldn't resist grabbing the book again and continuing to read.
When it was light the next day, Fu Hai got up, washed up, and did some exercise. He then left the courtyard and took a short walk.
In front of Lingyue's pavilion, Xiaoye was helping Lingyue hang lanterns.
"You're up early!" From the other pavilion, Xia Yuelan jumped out of the third-floor window. She had also learned the Flying Star Steps and was quite skilled in light footwork.
It tapped twice on the eaves and the top of the wall, then landed next to Senior Sister and Xiao Ye.
"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival!" Song Lingyue said. "We should hang up our own lanterns first, so we don't have to do everything at the same time."
Xiaoye took out the new book with the blue cover: "Yuelan, this book."
Xia Yuelan quickly asked, "How is it? How is it?"
"What kind of nonsense is this?" Xiaoye looked very agitated. "Does the author think his writing is very good? Does he think he's a great writer? I've lived for almost a hundred years and I've never read such an infuriating book."
Xia Yuelan was about to agree.
Then I saw my senior brother walk past the dilapidated pavilion and head this way.
Afraid that the pocket money she had finally managed to get back would be gone again, she stuck out her tongue and dared not make a sound.
"Was the author doing this on purpose? If so, that's incredibly wicked. If not, then what kind of idiot does he live in?"
Xiao Ye clenched her fists tightly. "So what if I married two female warriors? I've traveled all over the country and I've never seen a place where it's stipulated that a man can only have one wife."
“I think the author of this book must be both wicked and malicious.” Fu Hai walked behind Xiao Ye.
Song Lingyue and Xia Yuelan, the two fellow disciples, looked at Xiao Ye together and said, "You're finished!"
Xiaoye thought they were still waiting for her to give her opinion: "In the martial arts world, the worst unorthodox method is to hide poison in candy."
"This author is using extremely deceptive methods to disguise deadly poison as candy. From beginning to end, it makes you feel that there will definitely be candy in the last bite."
"After I finished eating it all, I collapsed on the ground, finally giving up. It turned out there really wasn't any sugar in it at all."
"This author is worse than the worst heretics, more wicked than the most evil demons. While others poison food, he makes it into the most flammable food."
"It makes people feel that since it's already so poisonous, they have to get some candy no matter what. But after they finish eating it and find there's really no candy left, they scream 'Ah!' and explode."
Xiaoye isn't usually this talkative, but once she finishes a book, she'll have a lot of thoughts she wants to share: "The author of this book must be an ugly and treacherous guy, ugly in appearance and ugly in heart, unable to bear any light in the world."
"I'm still praising him even if I say he's stupid and wicked. What kind of person would rely on their good writing skills and abilities to deliberately craft such a beautifully crafted poison to feed to others? What kind of villain or unorthodox person would do that?"
Song Lingyue raised her hand to stop her from continuing, "Xiao Ye! This book was written by my senior brother." Xia Yuelan tilted her head slightly, "He's right behind you right now, watching you!" Xiao Ye's face stiffened, inwardly praying to the heavens that Yuelan was lying to her. She slowly turned her neck to look behind her and found that her brother really was watching her. "Ah!" Xiao Ye shoved the book into Xia Yuelan's arms and ran out.
"Stop right there!" Fu Hai chased after her, "Don't run, you can't escape, stop right there." The sea raged, chasing Little Ye for quite a while.
Xiaoye realized that running away wasn't a solution, and besides, she could only escape for a short time, not forever. She had no choice but to let her brother catch her. "Brother, I was wrong, Xiaoye won't do it again. Ah. Brother, this isn't right. Ah!"
After that, a series of slapping sounds echoed through the forest, so loud that even the birds in the mountains seemed ashamed and raised their wings to hide their faces. When the two finally emerged from the forest, Xiaoye, wearing a pipa-sleeved top, clutched her sleeves with her small hands, covered her mouth, and tried to swallow. That wretched brother, in the end, even pulled it out and offered it to her.