CHAPTER 261: CHAPTER 260 MERCILESSLY SLAUGHTERED (THREE UPDATES)

Mu Shuangshuang chose a bustling street market, a place where carriages couldn’t reach.

Generally, people who went shopping would bring a lot of money with them, and shopping itself was an activity that consumed energy and was hot.

At such a time, handing over a fan should be able to attract people’s attention.

As for whether they would pay or not, that was beyond her control.

Mu Shuangshuang scoped out a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, wearing silk clothing. After greeting Lu Yuanfeng and Liu Zian, she rushed over.

"Sir, would you like to see a fan? This is a unique fan, one of a kind in the world, a rare find!"

As soon as Mu Shuangshuang spoke, the middle-aged man became interested. "I have never heard of a unique fan before, let me take a look."

The man generously accepted the fan Mu Shuangshuang handed over and slowly unfolded it.

Suddenly, the fan displayed a vivid image of snow-covered scenery. The painting was very lifelike, especially at the center, where there was a woman wearing a sheer dress, barefoot. The middle-aged man immediately felt a coolness rush over him.

The more he looked, the cooler he felt.

"Little girl, how much is this fan?"

The middle-aged man couldn’t put down the fan, touching and examining it repeatedly.

"Not much, five hundred wen!"

Mu Shuangshuang took twenty liang for the fan, with a reason. At five hundred wen each, Liu Zian would get six liang, and she could earn four liang.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but when he looked at the painting on the fan, he decided to pay, took the fan, and left.

Liu Zian was stunned at the side, amazed at how quickly five hundred wen came in.

Lu Yuanfeng wasn’t surprised, because everything Shuangshuang did was beyond ordinary understanding.

"Shuangshuang is very capable; this is nothing to her."

It was a bit of showing off as Lu Yuanfeng glanced at Liu Zian while speaking.

After all, he spent more time with Shuangshuang than Liu Zian did and knew her better.

"But why did that person buy it without hesitation? Clearly, the mainstream paintings are landscapes, flowers, birds, insects, and fish."

The paintings Liu Zian intended to sell were mainly these types.

So when Shuangshuang asked him to paint icy scenes, he found it strange.

"Perhaps it’s because they’re rare. Everyone doing the same thing loses its uniqueness." Lu Yuanfeng replied.

Coincidentally, Mu Shuangshuang came over, nodded in agreement at this sentence: "Fengzi is right, if ten people write the same good article, I’d rather read the eleventh person’s slightly worse one.

And when it’s hot, people look for ways to cool down. My fan gives a psychological suggestion that makes people feel less hot, as they say, calm heart, coolness."

Mu Shuangshuang’s reasoning left Liu Zian dumbfounded. He stared at Mu Shuangshuang, his face full of curiosity.

"Shuangshuang, how do you know these things?"

Logically, Shuangshuang shouldn’t understand these things.

Girls from farming families had no opportunity for education, not to mention that the conditions at Shuangshuang’s house didn’t seem great, and they wouldn’t hire a teacher to come and teach.

"I heard it from storytellers!"

Mu Shuangshuang casually threw out a reason, then picked up another fan and went out again.

Liu Zian wanted to offer to teach her these things, but he was afraid that his actions would make Shuangshuang feel he was being too frivolous and abrupt with a fine lady.

For the first time, Liu Zian planted a small seed in his heart.

Mu Shuangshuang sold several fans using the same method. Sometimes, when people thought they were good, they’d buy one for a friend too. As a result, there was only one fan left.

This time, Mu Shuangshuang didn’t carefully select her target. She found a man who looked relatively well-dressed, handed him a fan, and used the same introduction.

"You’re quite interesting. What, are you planning to get into the straw fan business?"

The voice was exceptionally familiar. Mu Shuangshuang looked up and, unsurprisingly, saw Xue Yi’s face, which came with an innate sense of rustic superiority.

Dressed in a pretentious manner, Xue Yi couldn’t resist teasing Mu Shuangshuang right away.

"Yes, Manager Xue probably wouldn’t care for my little trinket, so I’ve decided to quit the business."

After selling nineteen fans, Mu Shuangshuang had earned enough money. This last one, she thought of taking back home for Xiao Han to play with.

"Don’t go, since you’ve already chosen me to do business with, you should follow through with the whole process."

Xue Yi took the fan from Mu Shuangshuang’s hand, opened the fan, and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction.

"It’s a fine painting, but unfortunately, the fan’s material isn’t good, and the ink doesn’t smell scholarly; it actually has a bad odor."

Mu Shuangshuang rolled her eyes, "Manager Xue really loves to joke, but how old are you this year?"

Xue Yi put his hand by his mouth, finding the little girl in front of him more and more interesting.

"I’m twenty-six this year!" Xue Yi answered with a serious expression. (I’ve adjusted Xue Yi’s age to twenty-six, unmarried, and he’s not a male supporting character; he just finds the female protagonist amusing.)

"I’m only thirteen this year. You’re a full cycle plus one year older than me, is it necessary to keep picking on a little girl like me? If you don’t feel embarrassed, I certainly feel it’s shameful."

Xue Yi’s mouth twitched; it was the first time someone called him shameful.

Considering his reputation in Qingshan Town, he wasn’t a big man, but at least a smiling tiger that many feared!

How come he’s worthless in front of this little girl?

As the two of them were in a standstill, Lu Yuanfeng sensed something was wrong and was the first to rush over to protect Mu Shuangshuang behind him.

Lu Yuanfeng knew from the beginning that the man from the Xue family wasn’t friendly to Shuangshuang, and he feared Xue Yi might do something bad.

"So there’s backup, but I’m not planning on bullying you today, little girl. I really like this fan, how much is it?"

From behind Lu Yuanfeng, Mu Shuangshuang peeked out half her head and made a grimace at Xue Yi. "Not for sale... unless you buy the rest of my fans as well."

To help Liu Zian, Mu Shuangshuang still had twelve straw fans that hadn’t been sold, and now it was getting late. If delayed further, she would return to the village at the hottest time.

Mu Shuangshuang had two choices: either take the fans back or randomly give them away.

Xue Yi was no fool; even though he knew there must be a catch in Shuangshuang’s words, he still nodded. "But you can’t purposely raise the price on me; it has to be the same as others."

"Of course, I sold the fan in your hand for one liang to others, and I’m selling it to you at the same price. As for these straw fans, you can determine the price."

Mu Shuangshuang threw the problem back to Xue Yi.

Xue Yi glanced at the straw fan in Lu Yuanfeng’s hand, hesitated for a long time before speaking, "One and a half liang, not more."

"Deal!" Mu Shuangshuang nodded with satisfaction.

Slaughtering a sheep doesn’t always mean using the knife yourself; handing the knife to the sheep and letting it do the work can also be a good strategy.