[Crossing Books] The author is trying to clean up every day

"Master! Get up, get up!"

Yan An was awakened by the parrot that had been trained for a month. The boards on his legs had been removed, and Situ said that he could walk on the ground now.

He got up and went behind the screen to change his clothes. When he came out, he saw hot water and the handkerchief. He raised his face habitually and let him wash up.

He somehow understood why the ancients liked to buy servant girls, just two words, comfortable.

After the meal, Zijin tied Yan'an's hair and a crown. Since the son wanted to go out, he had to dress up in a decent and radiant manner.

Yan An looked at the boy in the diorama, and couldn't help but think of the description of the hero's appearance in the novel he wrote.

The boy's facial features are slightly feminine, especially the narrow and long red phoenix eyes, which are more charming, but his pair of heroic sword eyebrows fly into the temples, adding a bit of heroism to him, and the peach blossom lips hook evilly, stunning sentient beings.

This color should only exist in the sky, it is rare to find it in the world.

He stared at himself in the mirror and wanted to scream that I can!But thinking that there was still a person standing next to him, he had no choice but to give up.

The servants had already prepared their carriages and horses and waited outside for a long time, Yan An walked out of the door and got into a gorgeous and spacious carriage.

The coachman asked Yan An where he was going, Yan An thought for a moment before saying, "Go to Yunsi Cloth Factory first."

The coachman responded and drove forward. Not long after, Yan'an came to the bustling street.

It's the time of the morning market now, and the streets are bustling with people going to the market, so it's very lively.

Yan An lifted the curtain of the car and found a lot of people surrounded by a stall in front of him. He was a little curious about what was sold there, which attracted a group of people to watch.

Soon, he got the answer.

With the lid lifted, the stall owner filled out the hot wontons.

There are many people sitting around the stall, thinking that the wonton tastes good.

Yan'an has not eaten wontons for many years. The last time was when they were in college, when their club held an event during the winter solstice. The seniors made wontons by themselves to reward them. He said that there is a custom of eating wontons during the winter solstice in his hometown, and invited them to try it.

Yan An recalled the taste, it was really amazing, one bite down, the mouth is full of meat.

He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed lightly, and said, "Zijin, go down and buy a bowl of wontons."

The driver stopped the car, and Zijin walked towards the wonton booth, and the people around gave way one after another.

There is no other reason, the Prince Xi's mansion is traveling, and pedestrians avoid it.

Prince Xi guards the frontier and has made great military exploits. He is a great hero respected by the common people. However, the eldest son Yan'an is moody, arrogant and unreasonable, and the common people shun him away.

It's not that no one accidentally bumped into the prince, the scene of being beaten to death was deeply engraved in their minds, and they felt chills when they recalled the past.

The old stall owner put the wonton in a bowl and handed it to Zijin. Zijin held the bowl in one hand and took out the silver with the other hand to the stall owner.

The stall owner waved his hands again and again, saying no.

Seeing that he didn't accept it, Zijin put the money on the stall table and left for fear of delaying time.

Yan An in the carriage twitched his lips looking at the porcelain bowl, he had forgotten that there were no lunch boxes to pack in ancient times.

The wontons were hot and fragrant, and Yan An didn't care too much. He scooped up the small and exquisite wontons to satisfy his taste buds.

Tsk, it tastes better than what he ate when he was in college, the skin is thin and the filling is rich, and the soup is clear and fragrant.

After eating a bowl of wontons, the carriage just arrived at the gate of Yunsi Cloth.

As soon as Yan An got off the carriage, the shopkeeper inside immediately came out to welcome him in.

Shopkeeper Lin nodded and bowed his waist and said, "The village has newly bought a few high-quality silks and satins, do you want to use some to make clothes?"

Yan An waved his hand. He originally planned to check on the situation. It looks good so far, but he doesn't know if it's just an appearance.

"Are there assignments for the twelve maids who came from Prince Xi's Mansion last month?" Yan An asked.

"Yes." Shopkeeper Lin frowned slightly, "But according to the villain's registration, there are only eleven maids from the mansion."

After Yan An heard this, his face was slightly cold, and he said: "Go and call them all."

Shopkeeper Lin knew who Yan An was talking about, nodded his head and said, "Have a cup of tea first, and the villain will let them come here."

Yan An didn't drink from his teacup, he was thinking about how to punish the maid who dared to walk away.

"See you, son." The maids who followed Shopkeeper Lin saluted one after another.

Yan An looked at the group of people following him, and when he found that the one walking away was the servant girl who repeatedly brushed his presence in front of him, his face became even colder, "Why are there only a few of you?"

The servant girl was startled, but then she came to her senses and hesitated for a moment before she spoke: "Sister Baixia slipped into the lake on the night she left the house, and it was too late when she found out, she... she is no longer here."

Hearing this, Yan An squeezed the teacup tightly, heh!How could such a good person fall into the water?

Forget it, that maid was already careless, so it is not surprising that she stumbled and fell into the lake.

After such an incident, Yan An was not in the mood to continue asking questions, he put down his teacup, got up and looked around.

The employees in the workshop were very good at weaving. After Yan An watched it for a while, he went to the warehouse.

He found a problem.

There is a backlog of inventory in the warehouse, so it's no wonder shopkeeper Lin doesn't have much greed. This sale is almost not going to sell much, and how much more can be greedy.

Yan An touched the silky fabric and asked shopkeeper Lin, "What is the price of the fabric in the shop on weekdays?"

Shopkeeper Lin showed the price list to Yan An, and Yan An stopped after reading two pages.

To be honest, he didn't know what a few taels was to the ancient people.

"Tell me about the prices of ordinary cloth, medium cloth, and high-grade cloth in other shops."

Shopkeeper Lin reported the prices to Yan An one by one. Yan An looked at the price list and found that the cloth of Yunsi Cloth was a few cents more expensive than the market price.

This is where the problem lies.

Yan'an wanted to make the cloud silk cloth shop prosperous, so he immediately asked shopkeeper Lin to adjust the price, and set a date to hold an event every month. Anyone who bought cloth on this date would get a certain discount.

After giving these instructions, Yan An patted Shopkeeper Lin on the shoulder, "Work hard, and you will be benefited when the time comes."

According to what he saw today, shopkeeper Lin is still available, I hope he won't let me down in the future.

After leaving the cloth village, Yan'an got into the carriage supported by the quilt.

He looked at Zijin's hand, and said for no reason, "It's pretty pretty."

Zijin lowered his eyes to look at his hands, the joints were distinct, slender and strong, but Yan An didn't know that it was just such hands, which were covered with blood.

He has always only killed people according to the prince's order, but he made an exception last month, but he has no regrets.

That woman should be damned, who allowed him to seduce the prince, and pour tea all over him.

If you do what you shouldn't do, you should pay the price.