The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space
Author: Purple Snow Condensed Smoke
Chapter 1747: Donât Underestimate Them (2)
"We donât need to worry about that. As long as Xinxin wants us, weâll do whatever she asks us to. Itâs better than starving here, right?" the second one spoke up, "At worst, itâs just death."
"She wonât let us die," the Boss said firmly. He didnât know why, but when he looked at the woman, who wasnât much older than him, he felt a certain calmness. His intuition told him that following her would lead to better days.
"Then Iâll follow Boss."
"Me too..."
Soon, a few of the younger ones raised their arms.
The Boss laughed, feeling a sense of anticipation for Xinxinâs return.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin, who had left the rundown temple, was in a good mood. These little beggars ran around every day. Although they couldnât uncover deep-seated secrets, getting the general direction of things was no problem.
Du Juan had done similar work with Du Man in Hangzhou. There, they had won over a dozen little beggars, but they didnât have the skills of the young miss. They managed to scare the leader of the beggars, making him gather information everywhere. Valuable information meant Silver in return. Now Zhongxia had taken over the task, and there were regular reports every month.
"Madam, is it okay to use such a group of kids?" Mark was a bit worried. Wasnât gathering intelligence a job for people like the Shadow Guards?
"Donât underestimate them." Yang Ruxin glanced at Mark, "What they can do, you might not be able to manage."
Mark fell silent immediately. If the madam said it was fine, then it surely was.
Talking as they walked, they arrived at the Baoyue Building.
She had only heard of it before but finally saw it now. She had to admit, Qi Jingyi indeed had a talent for business. In front of her were two small buildings, looking like a mother and child pair. One was three stories high, known as the Bao Building, a restaurant for dining and drinking. The other was two stories, called the Yue Building, a teahouse where people could drink tea and listen to music. Critically, there was a storytelling event every day, and it was said to be packed every time. You couldnât reserve a seat three days in advance. Theyâve already increased it to two shows a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and itâs still full.
No wonder, those stories were all provided by Yang Ruxin. Even after a year, the four great classical novels were not finished. It seemed they could go on for another year without any issues.
The staff of Baoyue Building didnât recognize Yang Ruxin, and her groupâs attire was quite ordinary. Yet, the staff greeted them with smiles, without a hint of discrimination.
Yang Ruxin was very satisfied. Thatâs how business should be conductedâharmony brings wealth: "Is your owner here?"
"Madam, what business do you have with our owner?" The young staff member was momentarily taken aback but still smiled and asked.
Because Yang Ruxin had her hair styled like a married woman, even if she looked young, she had to be addressed as madam or lady.
"My name is Yang..."
"Xinxin..." Before Yang Ruxin could finish, an excited voice called out, and someone rushed down from upstairs. "Itâs really you! I just heard that youâre in the capital, but you! Even when you arrived, you didnât come to me first..." It was Qi Jingyi, speaking as he opened his arms to embrace Yang Ruxin.
However, Mark immediately stepped in front of Yang Ruxin.
"She wonât let us die," the Boss said firmly. He didnât know why, but when he looked at the woman, who wasnât much older than him, he felt a certain calmness. His intuition told him that following her would lead to better days.
"Then Iâll follow Boss."
"Me too..."
Soon, a few of the younger ones raised their arms.
The Boss laughed, feeling a sense of anticipation for Xinxinâs return.
Meanwhile, Yang Ruxin, who had left the rundown temple, was in a good mood. These little beggars ran around every day. Although they couldnât uncover deep-seated secrets, getting the general direction of things was no problem.
Du Juan had done similar work with Du Man in Hangzhou. There, they had won over a dozen little beggars, but they didnât have the skills of the young miss. They managed to scare the leader of the beggars, making him gather information everywhere. Valuable information meant Silver in return. Now Zhongxia had taken over the task, and there were regular reports every month.
"Madam, is it okay to use such a group of kids?" Mark was a bit worried. Wasnât gathering intelligence a job for people like the Shadow Guards?
"Donât underestimate them." Yang Ruxin glanced at Mark, "What they can do, you might not be able to manage."
Mark fell silent immediately. If the madam said it was fine, then it surely was.
Talking as they walked, they arrived at the Baoyue Building.
She had only heard of it before but finally saw it now. She had to admit, Qi Jingyi indeed had a talent for business. In front of her were two small buildings, looking like a mother and child pair. One was three stories high, known as the Bao Building, a restaurant for dining and drinking. The other was two stories, called the Yue Building, a teahouse where people could drink tea and listen to music. Critically, there was a storytelling event every day, and it was said to be packed every time. You couldnât reserve a seat three days in advance. Theyâve already increased it to two shows a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, and itâs still full.
No wonder, those stories were all provided by Yang Ruxin. Even after a year, the four great classical novels were not finished. It seemed they could go on for another year without any issues.
The staff of Baoyue Building didnât recognize Yang Ruxin, and her groupâs attire was quite ordinary. Yet, the staff greeted them with smiles, without a hint of discrimination.
Yang Ruxin was very satisfied. Thatâs how business should be conductedâharmony brings wealth: "Is your owner here?"
"Madam, what business do you have with our owner?" The young staff member was momentarily taken aback but still smiled and asked.
Because Yang Ruxin had her hair styled like a married woman, even if she looked young, she had to be addressed as madam or lady.
"My name is Yang..."
"Xinxin..." Before Yang Ruxin could finish, an excited voice called out, and someone rushed down from upstairs. "Itâs really you! I just heard that youâre in the capital, but you! Even when you arrived, you didnât come to me first..." It was Qi Jingyi, speaking as he opened his arms to embrace Yang Ruxin.
However, Mark immediately stepped in front of Yang Ruxin.