The Lucky Farmgirl
Chapter 860 - 838: So Angry His Nose Bent Out of Shape

Chapter 860: Chapter 838: So Angry His Nose Bent Out of Shape

Manbao bought a bunch of books, most of them ones he’d previously wanted to buy, so he’d saved them but had never bought because he couldn’t bear to spend the points, or couldn’t find the time to read them.

Now that he’d bought them, they were piled up haphazardly in the system, and Keke was not pleased, saying, "Host, you should buy some shelves to store the books. Otherwise, packing them into boxes could also work."

Manbao asked, "Does your encyclopedia sell bookshelves or boxes?"

Keke paused before saying, "We haven’t developed that service yet."

"That’s fine, I’ll just leave them as is for now," Manbao, once again reluctant to spend points, said, "Let’s wait until you start offering that service. Really, you sell books at the encyclopedia, why not sell bookshelves?"

Keke: "Your bookstores don’t sell bookshelves either."

Unable to win the argument, Manbao decided to change the subject and picked up a storybook she had once been very interested in.

Keke said it wasn’t a storybook but a history book, but she felt that if a history book was written like this, it was hardly different from a storybook.

Manbao took a book to the yard, sat on a chair, and read while basking in the sun, not disturbing Bai Shan and Mr. Zhuang who were in the study.

The system-produced storybook, oh, no, history book, was really captivating, and Manbao was thoroughly engrossed as she reclined on the lounger.

When Mr. Zhuang and Bai Shan came out, they saw her lounging lazily. Mr. Zhuang laughed and shook his head, then came forward and gently patted her on the head, chiding, "You should read properly, sit up straight."

Manbao immediately sat upright.

Bai Shan came over to look at her book, feeling unfamiliar with it, and asked, "What book is this?"

"A storybook I bought on the street."

Bai Shan pulled it over to take a look, flipped through a couple of pages, and said, "It’s another vernacular novel, but the concept is quite novel. Is this about a made-up dynasty?"

Manbao nodded.

Mr. Zhuang then gestured for them to hand over the book, and they respectfully passed it to him.

Mr. Zhuang looked through it briefly and expressed mild surprise, "Though it’s written in vernacular, it’s quite well done."

He went to check the author’s name, only to find ’Anonymous’ printed there. He frowned slightly, "Could this be using the past to satirize the present? Why else would it be anonymous?"

Manbao did not say anything.

Mr. Zhuang then remembered that Manbao seemed to always manage to buy some anonymous books. He glanced at Manbao and returned the book to her, saying, "Let me have a look once you’re done. Keep it within the family, don’t spread it outside."

Manbao agreed.

Originally, she also didn’t let anyone outside of Mr. Zhuang, Bai Shan, Bai Erlang, and her family see her books.

Seeing that Mr. Zhuang didn’t oppose her reading miscellaneous books, she joyfully took it back, but had only flipped through two pages when Bai Erlang, along with Wei Ting, Ji Hao, and others, burst into the courtyard.

Bai Shan and Manbao were engrossed when the sudden noise startled them, and they looked up dazedly.

As the group rushed in and saw them sitting together engrossed in a book, there was a brief silence. Only Bai Erlang, used to the scene, did not pause and rushed in, exclaiming, "Manbao, the Princess Consort of Yizhou is so angry her nose is crooked."

Wei Ting snapped back to his senses and glared at him, "What are you yelling about?"

Bai Erlang was displeased, "Isn’t that what you all said?"

Wei Ting choked for a moment then said, "It was us who said it, but we didn’t yell it that loudly, could you tone it down a bit?"

Bai Erlang paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and repeated, "Manbao, Shanbao, the Princess Consort of Yizhou was so angry her nose was crooked."

"Uh? What did you call Bai Shan?"

Jiao Yong’s focus was different and he grabbed Bai Erlang to ask.

Bai Erlang answered, "I called him Shanbao, his nickname."

Bai Shan gave him a sideways glance and asked, "How do you know her nose was crooked with anger?"

Wei Ting said, "We saw it with our own eyes."

He looked suspiciously at Bai Shan and Manbao, "Yesterday my mother and Madam Huang bought peonies from you, and in the afternoon they sent people everywhere, inviting them to come and admire the flowers. Coincidentally, the Prince of Yizhou’s mansion also spread the word that the Princess Consort had obtained a pot of extremely rare peonies and invited everyone to see it."

"There were so many families wanting to host a flower-admiring party at the same time, so they simply discussed it with the Ji Family and borrowed their Youchun Garden for the event," Wei Ting said, "Though it’s called admiring flowers, it’s actually a flower competition. The Princess Consort of Yizhou and Madam Huang decided to take over and sent invitations to many households in the city."

These things weren’t really difficult, for admiring flowers, just prepare some fruits and pastries, and on the actual day, bring the peonies that you feel are the best.

Not only the wealthy families of Yizhou City often did this, but the nobles of the capital also frequently held such events.

Thus, this morning, the ladies from various families met with their flowers at the Ji Family’s Youchun Garden.

It was fine until they faced each other, but once they did, it became incredible because six out of ten families brought a pot of pure white peonies—truly... so beautiful and coincidental.

Wei Ting and Jiao Yong alternately described the grand scene of the morning, leaving Bai Shan, Manbao, and Bai Erlang stupefied.

Bai Shan asked, "What were you doing there while the ladies admired the flowers?"

Wei Ting looked at them irritably, "You think we wanted to go? Naturally, it wasn’t just about admiring flowers—cough, my mother insisted we go."

Manbao and Bai Shan, with Bai Erlang understandingly, went "Oh," and asked, "Was it to talk about your marriage proposals?"

On the side, Ji Hao, who had been silent, couldn’t help but say, "Can we not stray too far off topic?"

He looked towards Manbao, "Among the peonies that each family brought, there were many white peonies, which is not a big deal. Those white peonies indeed looked good and were of excellent quality. Even though there were many, they were still considered rare, especially since everyone found out they were all bought for sixteen taels, which wasn’t expensive."

"But the peony the Princess Consort of Yizhou brought was also a white peony, and she only brought one," Ji Hao said. "She arrived the latest and initially didn’t see everyone else’s peonies, so she told my mother and the others that her peony cost a thousand taels to buy because of its extremely pure color and extraordinary beauty."

Ji Hao stopped there and looked at Manbao and Bai Shan, "That white peony was sold to my mother by you."

Bai Shan stood up, stepping in front of Manbao, and asked, "And then?"

Ji Hao pursed his lips and stayed silent for a long time.

Wei Ting felt the previous atmosphere was not right and quickly stepped between them to interject, "It’s not such a big deal, the peony in the hands of the Princess Consort of Yizhou wasn’t sold by them..."

"Yes," Bai Shan interrupted, looking at the wide-eyed Wei Ting, "It was sold by us."

Wei Ting’s mouth hung open.

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