Chapter 11: You Dare to Visit a Brothel Without Money?

"What does it have to do with you?" Sheng Wanqiu didn't even lift her head; she knew exactly who had asked that question.

Because she had observed the passengers when she boarded, she knew Bai Haoyu’s mother and sister were also on the cart.

It seemed they were looking to take advantage of her again. She really didn't know what the original owner had been thinking—what was there to like about a scrawny, pale-faced weakling? If she were to like someone, it would be a man who could lead armies into battle, debate scholars with his tongue, look lean in clothes, and be muscular underneath!

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. The original owner must have been truly starved for affection!

"Wanqiu, how can you be like this? I only asked a question, was it necessary to speak like that?" Bai Xiaolian said, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

"My mouth is on my own face; I’ll say whatever I want. You’re overstepping your bounds!" Sheng Wanqiu rolled her eyes at her.

"You!" Bai Xiaolian wanted to say more, but after a tug on her sleeve from Mother Bai Jiang, she immediately shut her mouth, though she glared at her fiercely.

"Wanqiu! I don't know what you said to my Haoyu, but after he came home yesterday, he was so angry he didn't even eat dinner. He wouldn't say a word when we asked him."

"If my Haoyu did something wrong, I’ll apologize to you on his behalf!" Mother Bai Jiang said softly.

"Hahahaha!" Sheng Wanqiu let out a series of loud laughs, causing everyone on the ox cart to look at her in surprise.

"That is just too funny. A beggar who goes door-to-door asking for food, doesn't get any, and then gets so angry he can't eat?"

"That is the funniest joke I’ve heard in my life. It’s killing me!" Sheng Wanqiu clutched her stomach, laughing until she swayed back and forth.

Grandma Sheng pursed her lips. Fine! Her granddaughter had completely lost her mind!

Hadn't she been desperate to please Mother Bai Jiang and her daughter before? What was going on today?

"Sheng Wanqiu, how dare you insult my brother!" Bai Xiaolian exclaimed.

"Hahaha, I didn't say your brother was a beggar; that’s what you said! To think someone would be so eager to fit themselves into that description, hahaha! Is stupidity hereditary?"

As soon as Sheng Wanqiu finished speaking, a few aunts from the same village nearby couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Hmph! I can't win against you, but don't expect my brother to ever pay attention to you again!"

"Thanks! Not only do I thank you, but I thank your ancestors for eight generations! This is a godsend. Without that disgusting thing hovering in front of me, I’ll be able to eat two extra bowls of rice!"

Sheng Wanqiu’s specialty was making people so angry they could die, and these words infuriated the mother-daughter pair.

The surrounding aunts looked at one another. Sheng Wanqiu’s tongue was truly sharp; if anyone married her into their family, the household would surely be turned upside down.

They would have to tell their own sons to stay far away from her in the future. If they got entangled with her, they’d surely lose a layer of skin.

Fortunately, Sheng Wanqiu couldn't hear their thoughts. If she had, she would have cursed them out.

Look at your own sons—they look like giant, mutated potatoes. Just looking at them for an extra second would make one lose their appetite!

No thanks!

The ox cart swayed until it reached the entrance of the town. Sheng Wanqiu saw the three large characters "Sishui Town" written above the stone wall.

"We're here. If you want a ride back, I’ll be waiting here after you leave the town. Don't miss the time!" the driver shouted.

So, it cost money to enter the town—one copper coin per person. Ox carts weren't allowed inside, so everyone had to get off at the entrance. And they charged to enter the town? Tsk, tsk, they really knew how to make money!

At the town gate, after paying, the collector stamped the back of their hands with a red seal. Good grief! She wasn't a pig; why the stamp?

If you wanted to leave the city later without this stamp, you’d have to pay again.

Of course, some special families didn't have to pay; they just had to show a token. This damned feudal society and its slave-like systems!

Sheng Wanqiu had already decided what to do last night. Making soap, candles, selling snacks, selling recipes—weren't those the essentials for any transmigrator?

But she was lazy and hated moving. What to do?

She decided to grow medicinal herbs. Hehe!

So, her goal today was the apothecary to see if there were any valuable seeds.

"Grandma, where are we going now? Are we going to see Little Aunt first?"

Sheng Wanqiu held the clay pot. She felt this thing was a hindrance and wanted to deliver the rabbit meat to her aunt as soon as possible.

"Yes, just follow me obediently. We’re going to your aunt’s house first."

"Remember to keep your temper in check later. If that old woman tries to stir up trouble, don't engage her, you hear?" Grandma Sheng warned.

Having inherited the original owner's memories, Sheng Wanqiu knew that her aunt’s mother-in-law was not easy to get along with. She always felt that because her son was a scholar, marrying a village girl was a great disgrace. She loved to make snide remarks, thinking her son was superior to everyone else.

In Sheng Wanqiu’s view, there were many righteous people among the commoners, while many scholars were heartless. There were plenty of scholars who were fools, unable to distinguish the five grains or move their limbs—useless at everything, and the last to finish eating!

Her aunt was just too gentle. She couldn't understand why her grandmother and eldest aunt were so sharp-tongued, yet her little aunt was the complete opposite.

"Grandma, don't worry. I promise to keep my mouth shut."

Sheng Wanqiu promised with her mouth, but she didn't think that way in her heart. She promised to keep her mouth shut, but she didn't say she couldn't use her hands.

She hoped that the aunt’s mother-in-law wouldn't be so foul-mouthed today, or else she would definitely give her a few hard slaps.

The grandmother and granddaughter walked one after the other. Sheng Wanqiu took the opportunity to admire the scenery of the ancient streets.

This "Great Yue Dynasty" had never appeared in history. Even if she had dozed off during history class, she wouldn't have missed an entire dynasty, right?

Forget it. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even if she went back, she’d just be a pile of rotting meat. At least now she was a living person who could eat, drink, run, and jump. Plus, the air here was much better than in the apocalypse, and she had been rejuvenated by so many years—it was a pretty good deal.

Sishui Town was quite lively. Both sides of the street were lined with small vendors, their various cries weaving together to create a vibrant atmosphere of daily life.

Pedestrians hurried by, a diverse mix of people. Sheng Wanqiu even saw someone herding sheep down the street. Several carriages passed by, making her feel a pang of envy. When would she be able to afford a carriage? Then her butt wouldn't have to suffer so much.

"You don't have any money and you dare to come to a brothel? Get lost, now!"

(End of chapter)