Chapter 18 The most beautiful singer Chen Yuanyuan
"Then what kind of profitable business can you think of me in the future?" Zhou said.
"Okay, let's talk about it later." Zhao Ling'er yawned and closed the door.
Holding the soap, I suddenly remembered that I haven’t paid for the travel yet!
Just as I was about to go downstairs, I thought that Zhou You would definitely put the money in his account. Forget it, let's settle the settlement together then.
This was the advantage in ancient times. Many things could be paid on credit first and then paid together at the end. This gave her time to make money.
The income from Hu Hot Soup is not 61 taels, but 73 taels, which means the income has increased by 12 taels. By the way, Lin Waner was also given a profit share of 15 taels today, so the expenses will be reduced by 10 taels.
Five taels.
There are still ninety-four two hundred and ninety-seven cash in cash.
After keeping track of the accounts, Zhao Ling'er picked up the soap and prepared to wash her face.
This is a small wooden round box, just like a round box like modern jewelry, but made of wood.
Opening the box, there was a spherical, gray soap inside.
Take it out and smell it, there is a faint smell of sulfur, mixed with a hint of roses.
Hmm, it's quite fragrant.
Zhao Ling'er used it to wash her face and then looked in the mirror. Well, the makeup was removed very cleanly, but her skin felt so dry! It would be great if there was a mask to replenish moisture.
Hmm? Facial mask?
Do women in Lichao use facial masks?
I'm going to ask Lin Wan'er and Mu Yunqing tomorrow.
At this moment, Zhao Ling'er felt that she could no longer open her eyes. She wanted to have a good sleep. There were many things going on tomorrow!
Bang! A crisp sound woke Zhao Ling'er from her sleep.
"Ah, I have to send Ayao to private school today!" Zhao Ling'er suddenly sat up.
Boom, boom, boom.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Zhao Ling'er asked.
"I'm going to the steamed bun shop, Ayao..." It was Li Heng's voice.
"Wait for me!" Zhao Ling'er shouted hurriedly.
She got dressed hastily and opened the door.
Li Heng and A Yao stood at the door.
Li Heng said: "Then I entrust Ayao to you. Don't forget to take her to the private school!"
"Don't worry! We will visit you when Ayao doesn't have to go to class!" Zhao Ling'er said.
"Ayao, listen to Ling'er and go study obediently." Li Heng warned.
"Yeah." Ayao hadn't fully woken up yet and was a little confused.
"Go ahead, Ayao is left to me." Zhao Ling'er said to Li Heng.
Li Heng glanced at A Yao, turned around and left.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Zhao Ling'er suddenly called out to Li Heng.
Li Heng turned around.
"Wait for me!" Zhao Ling'er turned around and walked into the room, took out a tael of silver from her purse and handed it to Li Heng: "Take it, just in case you need it."
Li Heng looked at Zhao Linger, turned around and left in silence.
"Ayao, you go downstairs to find brother Zhou You first. Ask him to get you whatever you want to eat." Zhao Ling'er said to Ayao.
Ayao nodded and went downstairs first.
Zhao Ling'er finished washing and went downstairs.
Seeing Zhou You busy, Zhao Linger smiled with satisfaction.
Taking advantage of his attention, Zhao Ling'er said: "Zhou You, if you have the opportunity to meet the most beautiful woman in Yunzhou, who would you most like to meet?"
"The most beautiful woman?" Zhou You was stunned for a moment, then said: "Of course it's Chen Yuanyuan!"
Zhou You licked his lips, raised the corners of his mouth, and said, "If you don't know Chen Yuanyuan, your success in conquering the country will be in vain!"
Zhao Ling'er curled her lips and said, "Aren't you afraid that Wan'er will know?"
Zhou You was immediately frightened and said with a smile: "I was joking, I was joking."
"Who is this Chen Yuanyuan?" Zhao Ling'er asked.
"The most beautiful singer in Yunzhou." Zhou You said with an expression of enjoyment.
"Have you heard her songs?" Zhao Ling'er asked.
"Of course! Every year during the Lantern Festival, the governor invites Yunzhou's most famous singers and dancers to perform for the people on the Liyun River on flower boats. People all over Yunzhou crowd to watch by the river. Unfortunately, it's too far away.
Can't see very clearly.
Zhao Ling'er listened and silently remembered it in her heart.
Chen Yuanyuan, are all those named Chen Yuanyuan beautiful?
After sending Ayao away, Zhao Ling'er came to Qujiangfang.
This is the largest and most luxurious church in Yunzhou.
But the door was closed.
After asking passers-by, I learned that Qujiangfang only opens at four in the afternoon and does not accept customers during the day.
Well, in this case, let’s first think about how to design the entire auction process.
Zhao Ling'er walked into a teahouse, found a private and quiet place, ordered a pot of jasmine tea, asked for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to formulate ideas.
I was thinking about writing, and after writing eloquently for several pages, I suddenly heard a light cough coming from the cubicle behind me.
A very clean and magnetic sound.
Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but quietly stood up, lay down behind the bamboo curtain, and gently opened a small gap in the bamboo curtain with her hands.
I saw a young man wearing a blue-grey robe, with his hair pulled into a high bun and tied with a hairpin, transcribing the contents of a book.
His skin is white, he frowns slightly, and his long eyelashes flap up and down along with his eyes.
The sun shone through the window, passing through his clear black hair, forming shadows on his face.
He raised his head inadvertently, and his yellow-brown eyes happened to meet Zhao Ling'er.
Zhao Ling'er instantly felt her face burning. She hurriedly closed the bamboo curtain, sat in her original position, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.
She felt her heart beating violently, and when she touched her cheek with her hand, it really felt like a ball of fire.
She patted her chest, took a few deep breaths, and forced herself to calm down.
However, there was no movement there. After a long time, there was a slight sound of turning the pages of a book.