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Old Lady Wang returned to her own room, and couldn't help but think of the Lin Clan. She cursed in her heart again, blaming the Lin Clan for being too short-lived, and letting Bai Yi come in to grind her after her death.

She sighed again, hating Song Xiangsi even more for bringing her little brother and sister to a good life. Regardless of whether or not they helped her, as long as they were here, she could order a few of them to do the work.

She closed her eyes, her thoughts in a mess. She couldn't help but feel resentful towards her Lin family and her three children. They didn't have a son of their own.

Gradually, he also started to get sleepy. Soon, he heard a series of whining sounds coming from the neighboring rooms. Some of them were higher and some were higher, while the others were more carefree.

Old Lady Wang opened her eyes, her old face flushing red as she felt indignant in her heart. "Shameless vixen, do your best to seduce a great treasure to do such a thing!"

He scolded angrily, but couldn't fall asleep even if he wanted to. He opened his eyes wide and listened to the sounds coming from next door until daybreak.

What happened at the Song Family, Song Xiangsi did not know at all. These days, she had been busy working in the Gui Rui Pavilion.

Accompanying Zhou Xiufang, together with A-Jiao and Lian'er, they made some clothes in the back compartment. They wanted to make a batch of lighter and lighter dresses before midsummer.

Song Xiangsi had thought that the opening of business on the first day might have been an accident, and that business would get better and better in the future.

However, in reality, she had truly changed her mind. In the following days, there were still many people who came to watch the show. The number of people who actually bought were few, and the business was as bleak as ever.

There were quite a few customers, but after a day, they were still unable to sell much.

As the sun was setting, Song Xiangsi closed the shop door and slowly walked back to pour herself a glass of water. She let out a long sigh.

A-Jiao was currently taking inventory of the clothes she'd sold today. Actually, there was no need to count them all. Just one or two of them had been sold. One glance was enough to tell.

It was just a ceremony.

Lian'er came out with two new dresses. She carefully put them on the wooden model and took care of it. She turned around and complimented with a smile, "Boss, Master Zhou made this dress himself. It's so beautiful. It'll definitely sell for a good price tomorrow."

Her dress was indeed beautiful, not only because it was embroidered by her master himself, but also because the material it was made from was the best South Jin. Not only was it light and light, it also looked elegant and full of immortal aura.

However, Nanjin was too expensive. She calculated that this piece of cloth had to be sold for at least 40 taels of silver in order not to make a loss.

It was probably because they saw too many people and bought too few people.

She sighed as she thought of this. She opened a clothing shop to sell clothes to make money, not a clothing exhibition.

After cleaning up the shop, Zhou Xiufang and the two embroidery ladies left for work. Meng Ling Xuan had just returned from outside, carrying a new batch of materials in his hands.

After putting his things away properly, he turned around and followed Song Xiangsi out the door. After locking the door, he silently followed by Song Xiangsi's side as they walked back.

"What's wrong with you? Is the business in the shop still not doing well today? " After some thought, he decided to ask her about it. Looking at the gloomy expression on Song Xiangsi's face, he felt a little worried.

Song Xiangsi nodded and said weakly, "It's been three whole days. In total, we have sold more than four pieces, and after all sorts of bargaining, we have pushed the price to the lowest possible level. If this goes on, I think we'll close our doors."

She lowered her head, feeling a sense of loss in her heart. She even suspected that she shouldn't have made the clothes business. After all, in this era where production materials were extremely underdeveloped, it was not easy to make clothes that were good and cheap.

With this thought, she raised her head and looked around her surroundings. There were also several restaurants that dealt in food, such as those selling dumplings, steamed buns, and shredded rice … Everyone had good business and seemed to have a lot of customers.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Meng Huanghun, saying, "How about... I shut down the clothing store. The food I make is so delicious that I can definitely earn money. "

Looking at the obvious disappointment on her face, he shook his head helplessly and asked softly, "There's your painstaking efforts in here, there's also the clothes you've designed yourself day and night. Can you keep it locked away?"

Song Xiangsi choked. Suddenly, she felt her heart clogging up. It was as if a huge rock had been pressed down on her. It was impossible to go up or down.

Gritting his teeth, he walked away somewhat self-deprecatingly as he said angrily, "Then what can I do? My clothes can't be sold, if this goes on, the clothing shop will collapse before I even close the door. When that happens, will my brother and sister be left alone on the streets with me?"

She bit her lip and felt the corners of her eyes become a bit dry.

Meng Ling Xuan pursed his lips and chased after her. He opened his mouth wanting to say something to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say. He had no choice but to stay by her side and follow her.

He was also thinking that if he really couldn't do it, he might as well ask Ender to find some new faces and buy all the clothes in the store. That way, Lovesick wouldn't feel sad.

He had enough money to support the three of them, and he could raise them well as well. He had everything as long as it was Song Xiang's idea. Even if it was all his assets, he was willing to give it to him.

However, he knew that the girl he valued was independent and stubborn. She had her own pride, unlike the other girls that she had pampered.

If he said so, he would give her the money, support her, and make her do nothing.

She definitely wouldn't accept this. She might even get angry.

Thinking like this, Meng Fanxuan felt a bit annoyed. He didn't know what to do to make Song Xiangsi happy.

Song Xiangsi did not want to return like this to see her younger brother and sister. She was afraid that the two children would be worried. She thought about it and decided to walk around a bit longer. She would go home after her worries had subsided.

Meng Ling Xuan didn't say anything and just silently walked around with her. He didn't feel good about it. He liked to see her smile, and he liked to see her carefree look. However, he didn't know how to make her happy.

The two of them wandered in silence, aimlessly, from quiet alleys to bustling streets.

When the surroundings rang with the laughter of a delicate woman, the faint sounds of a faint yet tragic bamboo pipe music rang in his ears with ding ding-dong ding-dong.

She turned cold and her steps abruptly stopped. She raised her head and looked around as the corner of her mouth twitched.

Why was she here!

This was the Fallen Street in the west side of the city. The entire street was filled with brothels and dancers. It was a place where rich people often came to sell their money.

There was a brothel next to them, and there were two girls standing by the door. Their faces were covered in thick makeup, and they were looking behind them at Meng Ling Xuan with their red lips pouting as they invited him in to play.