Let's talk about it when you're married?

  In Baihe and Lüjing's ears, it was simply a blatant case of the following offense. Although the young lady's three hundred taels to Mozi were quite sudden, they also wanted to plead for her, but Mozi's one sentence sealed off these soft tactics, and he came up hard against the young lady. This left the two of them not knowing how to open their mouths, afraid that appeasing one would add fuel to the other's fire.

  Xiao Yi is a chivalrous and heroic person. She immediately carries out San Niang's orders. If there is nothing to do, she will be carefree and laughing, always with an innocent and naive look on her face as if watching a play.

  Qiao San Niang's bright and piercing apricot eyes narrowed into a half-closed gaze, her red lips pursed tightly as if she was about to lose her temper. However, she turned her head to say to Bai He, "Go, bring me my little gold."

  Mozi heard this and let out a small hum, her arm was then fiercely pinched by the nearby Luju, who changed to a muffled hum midway.

  "Shut up." Green Chrysanthemum lowered her voice and whispered to Zi Ye's ear in front of Qiu San Niang.

  Mei Zi also went to Green Chrysanthemum's ear and said: "I didn't speak just now."

  Qiu San Niang pretended not to see the whispers and nods exchanged under her eyelids.

  Bai He came out of the inner house with a black lacquered wooden box in her hands, adorned with a small golden lock.

  Qiao San Niang took out a shiny golden key from her purse, unlocked the box, and reached inside. With a rustling sound, she pulled out an even more dazzling abacus than before.

  That was Qiu San Niang's favorite treasure when she was still doing business with Old Master Qiu, made of pure gold, just the right size for her fingers to move, having both face and substance, called Xiao Jin.

  "Three hundred taels, if I lend it to you, I'll collect three percent interest on the principal each year. As for what you pay back to me, let's add a bit more, twenty taels per year is fine..." Qiu San Niang swiftly clicked away with her abacus.

  Bai He listened and thought that he had provoked the girl, and now it was time to pay the price. Seeing Mo Zi open her mouth, he thought, "Right, I'd better apologize quickly."

  "Miss, don't bother calculating, Xiao Jin's abacus is broken and can't figure it out. According to the three percent interest collection method and the twenty taels per year repayment method, by the time I'm 88 years old, I'll still owe you a total of 5,200 taels." Three percent interest? It's ruthless.

  Qiu San Niang was just casually mentioning it, the abacus beads had only reached the third year, Mo Zi owed her 510 taels, she felt something was off, didn't expect Mo Zi to have already reported the account from seventy years later.

  "Five... five thousand..." Green Chrysanthemum was so frightened that she stuttered.

  Qiu San Niang actually calculated quickly, and suddenly figured it out. The silver to be returned would have to be more than the interest, in order to clear the account.

  "Besides, young lady, I've said it before, you can marry into the Wang family and then talk about these 300 taels." Mozi was truly angry today.

  Bai He's eyes widened in surprise, and she thought to herself, "Sister, how did you come back again?"

  "This matter..." Qiu San Niang didn't get angry, but instead smiled, a smile that was as charming as thousands of peach blossoms blooming. "Now it's up to me to decide. Besides, aren't you hoping I'll marry well?"

  "That was a wish from three hundred taels ago." Mozi felt that she had been serving Qiu San Niang wholeheartedly every day, so why did this sudden thunderbolt come?

  "White lotus, green chrysanthemum, you two go down." Qiu Sanniang waved her sleeve, and the snowflakes fluttered down like plum blossoms.

  After they left, Qiu San Niang chuckled twice and said, "I can also afford the 300 taels."

  "That was supposed to be your responsibility in the first place, and it's not like I'm getting married." Mu Zi thought to herself, but didn't say it out loud. Provocation should be done in moderation.

  "If it were up to me, you'd have to re-sign that contract. How about that?" Qiu San Niang smiled with absolute ill intent, "You said it yourself, as long as it's my business, it's your business too. I'm not making things very difficult for you, 300 taels of silver, although not easy for you, isn't entirely impossible either. After all, unlike Bai He and Lu Ju, you have a chance, don't you?"

  Mozi understood, "Since you know it's not easy and mentioned the contract, if I can really hand over 300 taels of silver, can we renegotiate? I don't dare to be greedy, just reduce one year will do."

  "Alright." Qiu Sanniang's eyebrows relaxed, "If you can't do it, then add five more years."

  "A promise is a promise." Five still owes one, but Mozi has agreed.

  At this moment, she suddenly remembered a sentence that Wei Da said when he was forcing her to win - wealth and honor are sought in danger. She didn't seek wealth and honor, but freedom. Not by escaping or deceiving, but by being free from guilt, truly relying on her own ability to fight back for freedom. Otherwise, could she escape the small Jiu Fu, let alone this social system that is full of traps for a lonely girl like her, where even if she died, no one would cry?

  Her wings will gradually become fuller, and all she needs to do is wait and seize the opportunity.

  Is it a deep mind? No, it's just wandering in the wrong era, a lone traveler who has no choice but to protect his instincts.

  "Xiao Yi, you are the witness." ordered Qiu San Niang.

  "Hmm." Xiao Yi listened to the order, her expression serious and impartial.

  "Violet, now that we have an agreement, you won't harbor any thoughts of intentionally sabotaging this marriage, will you?" Jiǔ Sān Niáng was still worried. The whole thing originated from her impromptu joke, a young lady couldn't possibly lower herself to the level of a maid, and so she became more and more serious as she spoke, if not for her quick thinking in proposing an agreement, they probably would have developed mutual dislike for each other.

  "The girl's affair is the ink purple affair." This phrase is equivalent to the modern saying "the customer is God". "Ink Purple will go and investigate now. If there is a problem with the person's character, Ink Purple will ask the girl to consider another family, don't delay your whole life for 300 taels of silver."

  Mei Zi walked out.

  "Xiao Yi." The one left was the one who understood her true nature best.

  "Miss." Xiao Yi was sitting in a chair with his feet propped up on the armrest.

  "Have we ever seen her plead for mercy?" Every time, her head would lower very naturally, and both hands would hang down very obediently, but somehow, it was very piercing to the eyes.

  "When Miss signed her name on the contract." Little Clothes thought seriously about it.

  "That doesn't count, she even haggled with me." Almost dying, speaking out of breath, but still stubbornly insisting. "I'm the one who's being taken advantage of."

  Picked up a person, living in a hotel or a single room. Found a barefoot doctor by chance, and the diagnosis and medicine cost five taels of silver. When the person finally managed to survive with great difficulty, they became the master on the spot. No matter how hard Xiaoyi thought about it, she didn't think that Qiu San Niang was at a disadvantage. But she was worried that Miss would not let go.

  "That's never happened." He said with satisfaction and nodded his head.

  "So, you can't blame me. I asked her to find 300 taels and she didn't even say a few good words, instead she seriously argued with me." It's not her fault.

  "...the purple mouth is solid." Xiao Yi thought for half a day this time.

  "Is she really?" Qiu Sanniang laughed with some joy, "Yes, she is straightforward with me, but with others, she tells stories and recites poetry. Such a clever person, you tell me, can I compare to her?"

  "......" Xiaoyi swallowed hard and forced out three words, "Can't compare."

  "Whether it's great wisdom or small wisdom, I think we'll know soon enough." After finishing speaking, Qiu Sanniang turned around and entered the inner room to take a short rest on the bed.

  Xiao Yi sensed that there was something else implied in what Qiu San Niang said, but exactly what it was wasn't something her brain could figure out.