The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

Chapter 107

On the eighteenth day of the month, Song Youan prepared twenty cakes and came to the Shangshu Mansion again.

When he met the Shangshu's wife again this time, Song Youan appeared much calmer. Although he was inevitably agitated inside, he didn't almost lose his composure like last time.

"Miss Song has prepared a lot of new things today."

Looking at the small cake presented to her, the Shangshu's wife spoke with a smile, but her voice sounded a little hoarse.

“They’re all pretty good looking.”

"It looks delicious."

The ladies standing by saw this and praised it sincerely.

Song Youan nodded gently and explained with her head down, "It rained every day during the plum rain season a few days ago, and I felt depressed. So I thought of doing something new for the ladies to see. I think it would make them feel better."

"Miss Song is thoughtful."

"It's a rare day with the sun. It's truly a delight to listen to opera and enjoy cake. Miss Song... ahem..."

The Shangshu's wife suddenly started coughing mid-sentence. The nanny beside her hurried forward to help her smooth her back: "Madam, please speak less. The doctor has given you instructions."

"Oh, I just heard that the Shangshu's wife's voice was a little hoarse. Is she still sick?" Seeing this, a lady hurriedly asked with concern.

Several other ladies also looked at him with concern.

The Shangshu's wife coughed for a while before stopping. She smiled helplessly and waved her hand: "Maybe it's because it rained continuously these days, and the moisture accidentally entered my body. Today the sun just happened to come out and bask in the sun. It's no big deal."

"Madam, please take care of yourself!"

"Yes, otherwise the Minister would be distressed."

This sentence made all the ladies and maids present smile. Everyone knew that the Minister and his wife were a perfect match made in heaven. The story of their harmonious marriage had been circulating in Kyoto, making people envious.

The Shangshu's wife seemed to be used to this kind of joke. She just smiled when she heard it, then turned to look at Song Youan and continued what she had just said: "Miss Song has put in a lot of effort today, so this is a reward."

"Thank you ma'am."

Just then, a troupe of actors came on stage, and all the ladies' attention was drawn to them.

Song Youan raised her eyes cautiously and looked at the Shangshu's wife. Although she had not recovered from her serious illness, her complexion looked good. Her profile with focused eyebrows and eyes was exactly the same as her aunt's.

After just a few secret glances, Song Youan's eyes couldn't help but turn red again.

"Miss Song, come with me to collect your reward and leave the house," the nanny stepped forward and spoke softly at the right time.

Song Youan calmed down, nodded, and followed the nanny out of the yard.

The wife of Marquis Fuyang turned her head to look at Song Youan's departing figure, and finally sighed silently.

Having received an extra fifty taels of silver today, Song Youan followed the nanny out of the house and couldn't help but ask, "Madam, how long has the Madam been ill?"

"She fell ill four days ago. We invited a doctor to come to our house that day. He said it was dampness entering her body and the fact that she was afraid of cold that triggered her cough." The nanny sighed, "Coughs are the most tiring. She hasn't had a good night's sleep these past few days. She only felt better yesterday."

Somehow, perhaps because she thought of her aunt, Song Youan felt distressed and anxious after hearing these words.

Unfortunately, she doesn't know medicine and can't help much.

"Madame Li, who is she?"

At this time, the two of them suddenly met a young man in brocade clothes on the road. The young man was fair and handsome, and his nobleness could not be concealed by the dark blue brocade clothes. He was looking at Song Youan curiously.

Song Youan stopped with Nanny Li, and saw Nanny Li bow and greet him, then call him "Young Master".

"Master, this is Miss Song. She's here to deliver cakes to the ladies."

Gu Yuanhuai nodded slightly when he heard this, looked at Song Youan and asked, "Are you the Miss Song who lives in Youanju?"

"Yes." Song Youan lowered his head, resisting the urge to look up at the other person.

The Shangshu’s wife looks exactly like her aunt. She is really curious whether the Shangshu’s wife’s son will also look like Brother Tianpei?

"I've heard rumors circulating in various academies lately that Miss Song is developing that Fengyoujing?" Gu Yuanhuai approached and whispered, "Does Miss Song have a finished product yet? Could you sell it to me first?"

As he approached, a refreshing scent of pine scent filled his nose, which smelled very pleasant.

Song Youan quickly said, "Don't worry, Master. Fengyoujing will be sold in Kyoto soon."

When she left home this morning, she received a call from the manufacturer, asking her to pick up the goods. The first batch of medicated oil had already been produced.

"Is the quantity sufficient?" Gu Yuanhuai asked worriedly, "I heard that Miss Song's items are always in great demand. I'm afraid I won't be able to buy them."

"Master, you're worrying too much. This time, the quantity is sufficient." Song Youan said.

Gu Yuanhuai raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and smiled: "Okay, then take care, girl."

At the moment of passing by, Song Youan raised his head slightly and stared at the other person with sidelong glance. Although it was a quick glance, he saw almost everything.

He looks very handsome, but completely different from Brother Tianpei.

For some reason, she still felt a little disappointed.

After leaving the Shangshu Mansion, Song Youan went to Shande Medical Clinic.

"gone?"

In the clinic, Song Youan's eyes widened in shock after hearing what the little pharmacist said.

The little medicine boy nodded and said, "She left the afternoon before yesterday. The master wanted to keep her for a few more days to observe her, but she was adamant and insisted that her brother take her away."

"Is her illness cured?" Song Youan asked.

He was unconscious when he was brought in that day. How could he recover in just a few days? Song Youan was a little worried.

The little medicine boy curled his lips and said, "Although she hasn't recovered completely, she's not seriously injured. The master told them that although they can leave, they must remember to come back to get medicine. The little girl still needs to drink enough medicine for three courses of treatment."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiao Yaotong finished her speech, Yuanbao appeared at the door of the clinic.

"girl?"

As soon as he saw Song Youan, Yuanbao's eyes widened with joy and he ran over quickly.

Seeing this, the little medicine boy knew that he was here to get medicine, so he went to the medicine table on his own.

When Song Youan saw Yuanbao, he asked directly, "Why don't you stay in the clinic for a few more days? Where's your sister?"

Yuan Bao explained, "She insisted on going back to take care of her. She knew that a day in the clinic would cost a lot of money, and she was afraid that we wouldn't be able to pay her back in the future, so she wanted to spend less."

"But don't worry, young lady. I will listen to Grandpa Li and make sure Cai Cai drinks enough medicine for three courses of treatment."

Song Youan sighed silently when she heard that. She looked down at Yuanbao. His face was covered in dirt but it couldn't hide his bright and clear eyes.

They are all people abandoned by fate, but they are so sensible at such a young age that it makes people feel distressed.

"Don't leave in a hurry, come with me to a place." Song Youan said.

Yuanbao nodded without hesitation and did whatever the girl said because he wanted to repay her.