Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

Although there was a good start, the business afterwards was still hard to conduct; many asked about the price, but only two actually bought something.

Jian Shuangshuang managed to sell ten small baskets of wild vegetables by dusk, earning ten copper coins.

Jian Shuangshuang bought a coarse wheat bun for one copper coin and used it as dinner. The shopkeeper kindly offered her a bowl of warm noodle soup as well.

After dinner, Jian Shuangshuang thought this wouldn’t do, earning ten copper coins in a day wouldn’t be enough. Putting aside food, who knew how long it would take to save for a piece of clothing. She couldn’t keep wearing grass as clothes.

It was clear that selling wild vegetables wouldn’t work anymore. Although it was cost-free, it was too hard to manage. She had to find other ways to make money. With this in mind, Jian Shuangshuang didn’t rush to leave Wujia Town but strolled around the town.

The world didn’t have a curfew, and at night, Wujia Town became lively. Many shops hung out beautiful lanterns, and the Flower Street was the busiest area in the town.

Flower Street was the widest and best street in Wujia Town, with the entire long street dedicated to nighttime business.

There were mostly taverns where people sang operas, where storytellers told tales, and where dancers and small venues accompanied guests.

Outside were small venues specifically for female guests, brothel doing business with male guests, and martial arts arenas set for people who liked to fight, along with casinos, making it extremely lively.

Along the way, beside the bustling shops, Jian Shuangshuang also saw several street performers with instruments and acrobats doing unimaginable high-difficulty acts that would make one’s heart hang in mid-air.

It was this acrobat troupe that finally made Jian Shuangshuang feel that this world was not an ordinary one because their acrobatic acts were impossible for ordinary people.

The audience here were wealthy, and they generously paid to watch these performances.

Jian Shuangshuang saw a pair of singing siblings who earned nearly three hundred copper coins for a song, with one guest generously tossing in a silver coin among them.

Jian Shuangshuang was tempted. She sang quite well, and this lifetime she had a good voice. But seeing her little grass skirt, she dismissed the idea.

She had no instrument; singing acapella couldn’t attract like singing with instruments. Besides, she didn’t have proper clothes to wear; who would watch her unless they wanted to see her perform as a primitive singing.

Jian Shuangshuang regretfully continued walking forward, and soon her eyes brightened when she saw a group of children playing together.

Jian Shuangshuang saw beside the children was an alley, probably the children of the families living there. This street was lively, not inhabited by the poor; judging by the children’s attire, they were well-dressed.

Jian Shuangshuang approached them and said to a child sitting alone, ”Why are you playing alone?”

The child glanced at Jian Shuangshuang, found her grass skirt strange, and asked, ”I don’t want to play with them. Why are you wearing clothes made of grass?”

Jian Shuangshuang cleaned herself up well and had a good temperament, not looking like a child from a poor family. Hence, the kid didn’t assume Jian Shuangshuang wore grass due to poverty.

Jian Shuangshuang casually fibbed, ”Oh, this? I’m from a performance group, I was just performing a grass skirt dance, so I wore this.”

As she spoke, Jian Shuangshuang even performed some grass skirt dance moves. The child found her performance enchanting, didn’t doubt it, and clapped his hands, saying enviously, ”You’re amazing!”

Jian Shuangshuang accepted the child’s praise without any embarrassment and continued asking, ”Why don’t you want to play with them?”

The child pouted, ”Their games are boring. I want to hear stories, but no one can tell stories.”

Telling stories was just what Jian Shuangshuang was hoping for, thinking of how to entice the child to listen. She instantly responded, ”I can tell stories.

I’m idle now. How about I tell you a story? But I usually tell my stories to a few people at once. It’s too dull to tell a story to just you.”

The child immediately took the bait, excitedly said, ”I’ll go get people to come listen to the story. Miss, wait for me here.”

The child immediately ran off and soon brought several kids over, forming a circle around Jian Shuangshuang, excitedly waiting to hear the story.

Seeing seven or eight children sitting around her, Jian Shuangshuang started telling a story, one she was making up on the spot, a martial arts tale.

A young gentleman, happily living with a joyful family and good friends, suddenly one day was faced with a family massacre, and he embarked on a journey of escape, constantly chased by enemies.

Jian Shuangshuang didn’t need to mention anything else; she had experienced much and could easily create a gripping story. A clichéd story became thrilling and full of ups and downs under her narration.

Initially, only a few kids were listening; more were drawn in as others attracted by her storytelling, and the audience of children continued to grow.

Finally, several adults wandering the street out of curiosity over what the gathered children were doing came to investigate and, intrigued by Jian Shuangshuang’s story, surrounded the children, listening as well.

Soon, Jian Shuangshuang reached a climax in the story where the young man was chased to the edge of a cliff by his foes, trapped with no escape, forced to jump off the cliff.

Reaching this point, Jian Shuangshuang stopped her story, looking at the now pitch-black sky, clapped her hands, and said, ”Alright, the story ends here today, I need to head back.”

After saying this, Jian Shuangshuang got up to leave, and the surrounding children immediately objected; the story was exciting, but it suddenly stopped, leaving everyone curious to know more.

A few children surrounded Jian Shuangshuang, insisting she finish the story. The adults outside also chimed in, encouraging her to continue as they too hadn’t heard enough.

Jian Shuangshuang pretended to be a bit troubled, saying, ”I’m in a rush to go back; maybe I’ll find some time to return tomorrow to tell you more.”

The crowd sensed her hint; unsure if she’d return tomorrow, they became more anxious to hear the story’s continuation. The children surrounded Jian Shuangshuang, pleading with her to go on.

The adults’ minds became active; since there were many performers around, a woman quickly grasped the idea, directly took out a handful of copper coins, roughly a dozen, and placed them on the stone Jian Shuangshuang was sitting on.

”Little girl, your story is so captivating; if you don’t finish, I’ll be troubled and unable to sleep tonight. These coins are for you as a reward; why not complete the story?”

With the woman leading, the surrounding people quickly reacted, throwing handfuls of copper coins onto the stone near Jian Shuangshuang.

Some who noticed Jian Shuangshuang had a basket beside her tossed coins into it, and soon a layer of copper coins was piled up inside Jian Shuangshuang’s basket!