The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 1792: Chapter 1792: Whose Carriage (1)

Xiaoba looked up in surprise, Ruxin didn’t seem angry.

Yang Ruxin gently tapped the little girl’s nose.

The little girl giggled.

After leaving the shantytown, Yang Ruxin went to Baoyue Building. Yesterday, the Eighth Prince had sent word that all the goods were ready. In the afternoon, everyone would set off for Haijin City, where they would pick up another batch of goods before returning. Tonight, they would stay in Haijin City for one night and leave the next day.

She came to have lunch and say goodbye to everyone.

Watching the convoy of horse-drawn carts leave in grandeur, only then did Yang Ruxin turn and enter the building. She thought it would be nice to listen to the story she had provided, since there wasn’t much to do in the afternoon.

But suddenly she stopped, turning her head towards the street, where a wide carriage was driving away.

”Go check whose carriage that is.” Yang Ruxin frowned at the carriage, feeling that the person inside seemed to be observing them.

Du Yunpeng immediately went to follow.

Inside the building, someone was narrating Dream of the Red Chamber, particularly the part where Granny Liu visits Daguan Garden. Stories of lovelorn men and women always attract a crowd of young ladies and married women, especially in the relatively open-minded Great Xuan Dynasty, which doesn’t strictly require women to stay indoors. Thus, most of the audience in the building were young women and wives.

Throughout history, women and children’s money has always been the easiest to earn.

Yang Ruxin found a corner to sit.

She couldn’t deny that Qi Jingyi was really good at business. When she gave him the story, he promised to find an expert to perform it, and the man on stage truly was impressive, with a varied voice and rich emotions, even drawing her in.

At that moment, the table next to her became noisy, as a child was throwing a tantrum.

”Mom, didn’t you say there’d be monkeys? Where are the monkeys?” A five or six-year-old boy pouted at a young woman, even pushing a plate of snacks off the table.

”Feifei!” The woman immediately turned stern.

”You said you’d bring me to hear the monkey story,” the boy called Feifei retorted stubbornly, ”You broke your promise.”

A maid rushed over to clean up the snacks and broken plate pieces from the floor.

”But that was mentioned last month, and the monkey story has already finished...”

”I don’t care, I just want monkeys, I want Pigsy...” Feifei insisted, ”I want that Ruyi stick...”

”Feifei!” The woman suddenly put on a stern face, ”Where are your manners?”

Feifei immediately quieted down, but he pouted with a face full of grievance and defiance, clearly unhappy.

Yang Ruxin’s mind suddenly sparked with a new business idea. She whispered a few words to Du Juan.

Du Juan walked over and gently told the little boy, ”Young master, in a few days you’ll be able to bring Sun Wukong home.”

The little boy frowned at Du Juan, ”Who are you?”

The woman also looked at Du Juan in surprise.

”Who I am doesn’t matter.” Du Juan smiled at the little boy, ”You just need to know that if you come here in a few days, you can take home Sun Wukong, Pigsy, and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel you like...”

”Really?” Feifei’s eyes widened.

”But only if you listen to your mom, otherwise there won’t be any.”

”Will your words really count?” Feifei asked doubtfully.