Today's second update.

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  "If you don't mind, can we share a room with you?" The elegant-looking man smiled warmly, his tone sincere, his expression open and confident. "There are two round tables here. We'll just take one and promise not to disturb you while you listen to the music."

  "Why must we part with him? He has only one, and the master is gone, can he still stay here? Doesn't understand etiquette at all." All the young ladies from big families have this arrogant disease. This little fifteen also has it.

  Let's get started! Meizhi raised her head with shining eyes, eager to give it a try.

  But unexpectedly, she fell into the eyes of a refined person, and with a smile, she didn't let her speak. "Miss Fifteen is wrong. The master's family has left, but they have left this young man to settle the account, which shows their trust in him. Moreover, every household has its own rules, and your household's rules may not be applicable when you go to another person's home. Just like the private rooms in this wine tower, there is no rule that one person cannot occupy alone, nor is there a rule that one must leave immediately after finishing eating."

  The purple-headed man looked back and saw that the man who spoke so clearly was different from the merchant's eloquence, listened to her words carefully, and skillfully used evidence to analyze it clearly. Although the owner left him to pay the bill, which was nonsense, when it came to trust, Qiu San Niang indeed gave her a lot of autonomy to handle things on her own. Therefore, this person judged correctly.

  "The young man thought that the Er Lang we were talking about was the one he was waiting for, and it was a misunderstanding. He invited us in because of this mistake. It should be us who should leave now." His hand suddenly made a very strange gesture, his thumb twitched upwards as if grasping something, shook it towards his chest, then immediately looked embarrassed.

  Mèi zǐ zhèng hǎo piē jiàn, dàn tā yě bù liǎo jiě, zhǐ shuō liǎng gè zì, "bú guò ——?"

  Translation:

  Meizi just caught a glimpse of it, but she didn't understand either, and only said two words, "But——?"

  Siwen didn't think Mozi would be so perceptive and nodded secretly in approval.

  "However, if you're willing to make things convenient for us, we won't treat you unfairly." The previously stiff movements became smooth and natural as he took a silver-lined pouch from his waist, pulled out a five-tael silver ingot, and placed it on the table. He said, "If you agree, this is yours."

  Her eyes gleamed with a purple light when she saw the silver, but as soon as she thought of her debt of three hundred taels, five taels seemed negligible.

  The second son of this family thought that this guy was just like ordinary people, taking advantage of small benefits, and his mouth corner involuntarily sneered, "Not enough? Zhong An, add another piece."

  Nasen Wensheng took another five taels of silver according to his words.

  It's settled then.

  Everyone opposed, saying that giving silver to a scoundrel was no better than giving it to a beggar, and that even if it benefited others, it shouldn't benefit him. The fifteenth young lady also muttered, saying that the matter of the silver was small, but if it got out that they had been blackmailed by a scoundrel, they would lose face, which was a big deal. Sixth young lady looked at Erlang first, her expression not pleasant, but she didn't say a word.

  "Otherwise?" Erlang spoke up, still in a deep tone, but this time not only cold, but also pressing, "Out for half a day, and you want to return to the manor already?"

  No one is against it anymore.

  It's obvious that Erlang and the four siblings are not from the same family. Erlang calls out to them affectionately, but it's all one-sided. The younger sister is only eleven or twelve years old and is just being playful. However, the older sister looks at Erlang with a meaningful gaze, having some thoughts of wanting to get close to him but not daring to. In any case, the four siblings listen to Erlang's words and obey him.

  "Little brother, how is it?" asked the man surnamed Zhong again to Mozi.

  Now everyone was staring at her.

  Two tables and a bowl. Across from her, ten or so people were sitting, but she was the only one sitting alone. The reason was on her side, because everything has a first come, first served rule. Moreover, she came out to do something, not just to eat noodles. Sharing a private room with these people, when Erlang arrived, she didn't even think about talking to them.

  The cup in his hand swirled back and forth for a while, the liquid inside rippling and trembling, until the other person was about to lose patience.

  Is this the best time to refuse?

  The two partners in front of the desk were sweating, it was obviously not easy to find a good job, and offending the arrogant rich customers might lose their jobs.

  Mozi finally moved his head, but it was in an up-and-down direction.

  The fellow let out a sigh of relief.

  "Thank you, young man." Zhong An still thought that money could make ghosts grind mills.

  Mozzie said nothing but these two words from head to toe, still not very willing to bother with others. The matter was caused by herself, so just share it then. Wait for Cui Erlang to come over, they can go out and talk. After all, she also earned a lot of silver for Wang Qiulou. Thinking about it this way, she really is a good person.

  Two men moved out the screen frame and separated the two tables.

  Mei Zi put down her cup and turned her head to the side, propping up her chin with her hand, seemingly focused on the stage. However, no matter how hard she concentrated, she could still hear the commotion from the next table.

  "What's the big idea......" You've already had a good scolding, and you still want to keep going on and on.

  "This matter is over, no need to discuss it further." That calm voice can also calm people's minds.

  Regardless of whether these people were willing or not, Mozi listened to the table that had been quiet for a moment and started ordering food in a lively manner. How lively was it? One person would order something, another wouldn't be satisfied with it, while another would be pleased, only for another to refuse to eat it outright. The sounds of chattering were all from the two brothers and the little girl. After much difficulty, they finally managed to order a table full of dishes, but by then, more than a moment had passed, during which time Mozi hadn't heard any voices from those three or Sixth Miss.

  The purple-eyed corner of his eye caught a glimpse of his partner retreating, it wasn't hot outside, but the two of them simultaneously lifted their sleeves to wipe away sweat.

  "Hey." Meizhi called out to the two of them.

  "What can I do for you, sir?" one of them replied immediately with respect.

  The first rule in Wang Qiulou - Do not judge people by their clothes.

  "There are two silver coins on the table, you can each take one." Mu Zi nodded his chin.

  The screen on that end was suddenly silent.

  "This... how can this be?" The two companions shook their heads, and another companion said, "This is for you, sir."

  "Who said that?" Mei Zi said from behind the screen, unable to see the expressions of the people at the table, feeling quite carefree. "When someone puts silver on the table, I didn't say I'd take it, but some people just assume they're right. In my opinion, you all worked hard today and deserve a reward. Each person takes one piece, don't forget to thank the person who put out the silver."

  The two men didn't dare to take it at first, but seeing Mozi speaking so seriously, they pushed and shoved each other, each grabbing a piece. They thanked him repeatedly from behind the screen, bowed half their bodies, and backed out of the room.

  A faint cheer came from the door, and Mozi smiled after hearing it. Ten taels of silver, she wanted to put them in her own pocket, that was humiliating. Indeed, she was poor, and after becoming a maid, she hadn't thought about dignity being priceless, but at least it wasn't cheap.

  "Ten taels of silver can buy such happiness, it's not a bad deal." Her voice was not loud, but at this time the private room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, so probably everyone heard very clearly.

  That man with the surname Zong An had a smile in his eyes, with some self-mockery and some admiration. He looked at the shadow behind the screen, then pulled his gaze back, exchanging a glance with the person beside him.

  That Erlang just lightly shook his head, meaning it was unnecessary to bother with it anymore.

  Zhang An had no choice but to pour Mo Zi a cup of wine, intending to apologize for his previous carelessness.

  "Brother Erlang, was it fun upstairs?" Fifteen Miss's age is young, and she doesn't notice the subtleties in the private room.

  But she asked this, making most people feel relieved, because the topic had a lot of room for expansion, and they could finally completely ignore the person on the other side of the screen.