The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 850 - 828: Forced Purchase

Chapter 850: Chapter 828: Forced Purchase

At night, after everyone finished washing up, Bai Shan and Manbao couldn’t help but rush to the study to find a copy of "Shuowen Jiezi" to ponder over, and Bai Erlang also stealthily joined them.

The three of them huddled together and whispered, both Bai Shan and Bai Erlang felt that creating a script only they could understand was quite prestigious, and Manbao felt the same way, which is why even though she didn’t have to worry about someone peeking at her notes, she also came to join in the research.

While Bai Erlang was figuring out with them how to transform a character into one only they could understand, he asked them, "You haven’t told me yet, when did you make enemies with the Prince of Yizhou’s residence?"

Bai Shan said, "Anyway, we’re just enemies, you better stay away from their family from now on."

Bai Erlang said speechlessly, "You say it as if I could get closer to their family if I wanted to. My family has no power or influence, we’re nothing to do with the prince’s residence."

Bai Shan and Manbao thought about it too and stopped worrying about him.

The three of them flipped through "Shuowen Jiezi" for quite a while but couldn’t come up with a method they all liked, so they decided to go back to their rooms to sleep... which, of course, was out of the question.

Manbao escaped to her system to take classes, and also checked her newly earned points. She counted them and realized there were three plants that still didn’t have entries, and the last time she ventured into the mountains, she had gained a total of one thousand two hundred and thirty-eight points, with Keke only taking a five percent commission.

Manbao sighed, "Too few, why don’t you take a bigger cut? I wouldn’t mind if you took fifty percent at once."

Keke ignored her. The first time it took a commission from her, who was it that sat on the stool, heartbroken for a long time before recovering? It felt that the host was good in everything, just not patient. Except for studying skills, she wanted everything else to be quick and couldn’t endure taking things slowly.

Indeed, Manbao disliked taking things slowly, so she urged Zhou SiLang early in the morning to sell the flowers.

When Zhou SiLang thought about having to sell flowers to the enemy, and that enemy was a prince, he couldn’t help feeling guilty and hesitant, and was reluctant to go.

Seeing this, Zhou Lijun couldn’t help but roll up his sleeves and step outside, "I’ll do it."

Manbao then gave Zhou Lijun a thumbs up, "I’ll go with you."

Since his niece and younger sister were going, Zhou SiLang, of course, couldn’t stay behind and could only follow along with sighs.

While walking, Manbao said to him, "SiLang, what are you worried about? Think about it, they are our enemies. Selling them pretty but useless flowers, earning money from them, and using that to buy delicacies, shops, and various things to improve our lives. What will happen when the enemy finds out later? Might they die of anger?"

Zhou SiLang said, "I don’t know if he’ll die of anger, but I feel like we might end up being killed by his anger."

Zhou Lijun then said to Manbao, "You founded the village. Fourth Uncle is too timid; we should seek out Sixth Uncle for such matters in the future."

Manbao then remembered Zhou Liulang and asked, "I haven’t seen Sixth Brother for many days. Doesn’t he come home to stay anymore?"

"What stay? He’s too busy now," Zhou SiLang suddenly remembered, "Oh right, Manbao, in a few days I and Lijun have to go home for farming. You should be careful here on your own, don’t stir up any trouble with the enemy. If anything comes up, go find Sixth, alright?"

"I got it, Silang. Don’t worry."

Zhou SiLang wasn’t reassured at all because he suddenly realized that Manbao’s courage wasn’t ordinary—it was exceptionally huge.

Upon reaching the side gate of the Prince of Yizhou’s residence, Zhou SiLang intended to gently set down the flower pot he was holding a bit far from the gate. However, Manbao didn’t comply and stood directly opposite the side gate, just staring blankly there.

The guards from the prince’s mansion patrolling outside the side gate glanced at them, and seeing they hadn’t left, looked at them again. Even Zhou Lijun felt somewhat guilty and bowed his head, but Manbao was just staring blankly at the people.

The guard couldn’t help but look at Manbao again before looking at the flower pot Zhou SiLang was holding.

After thinking for a moment, he spoke briefly with another guard then pushed the gate open and entered.

Soon after, a man who appeared to be a manager came out with some people, walked up to Manbao and her company, looked down at the peony in their arms, and asked, "Why have you all stopped outside our prince’s mansion...?"

Zhou SiLang quickly stepped forward to shield Manbao and Zhou Lijun, smiling apologetically, "This manager, we heard that the princess loves peonies, so having these beautiful peonies, we thought to sell them to the princess, not sure if the princess would fancy them or not."

The manager frowned, "Sell?"

"Yes," Zhou SiLang didn’t see anything wrong with his words, and after the first sentence, the following words came out easily. He bowed and smiled while introducing, "This white peony we’re offering has taken a lot of effort to cultivate, there is only one pot in the whole Yizhou City. It’s noble and pure, most fitting for the princess."

Though the words sounded nice, the manager’s face showed no smile. He looked again at the peony in their hands, expressionless, and asked, "You are selling, not offering?"

"Ah?" Zhou SiLang was taken aback and uncertainly looked back at Manbao.

Manbao coughed softly, stepping from behind Zhou SiLang and said, "Sir, our household is but humble and small, how can we qualify to offer anything to Her Highness? We only dare to sell our goods to such esteemed people as yourself, who may present them onwards."

We’re not seeking anything from the princess, why would we offer anything?

Offering flowers to the princess would be like a meat bun hitting a dog, gone without return, right?

The shrewd manager naturally caught the implication in Manbao’s words, he looked surprised at the plainly dressed Manbao and then shifted his gaze back to the white peony.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded after a while, "Alright, hand the flower to me."

Saying this, he pulled a pouch from his sleeve and tossed it to Manbao, waving for someone to take the flower from her hands.

Manbao was startled and quickly held tight to the flower pot, looking up into his eyes, she smiled, "Sir, this flower is priced at eight hundred taels in the flower market. Today, since we are fated with you, let’s pick an auspicious number, how about six hundred taels for you?"

The manager hadn’t expected Manbao to dare to bargain with him, and burst into laughter, saying, "Six hundred taels? Are you mad with desire for money?"

Manbao handed the money pouch back to him, smiling, "Then it seems, sir, that you and this flower are not destined."

The manager tossed the money pouch in his hand and sneered, "Whether we are fated or not isn’t for you to decide."

Saying this, he nodded slightly, and the guards behind him stepped forward to surround the three people.

Zhou SiLang protected Manbao and Zhou Lijun behind him, almost throwing the flower pot, but thinking it might be worth six hundred taels, he somewhat reluctantly held on. His legs trembled; he just knew he shouldn’t have come.

What about earning the enemy’s money? Is the money from a ruthless enemy that easy to earn?

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