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When she fell asleep at night, Yang Mei wondered if it would be easier to go to Sixi Bakery and sell the mooncake recipe.

If so, how much should the asking price be?

Would the shopkeeper of Sixi Bakery want to buy her recipes?

Just when she was thinking about it in a daze and was about to fall asleep, Ma Youwei came over again with her pillow in her arms.

"Mom, I still want to sleep with you tonight."

Yang Mei has been tired all day today, and now she is feeling tired, and she is a little unhappy that her good sleep was suddenly interrupted.

But being a mother is not easy.

She took a deep breath and told herself to have a tolerant and loving heart.

Yang Mei patted her side and said with a smile, "Come up quickly."

After closing the door, Ma Youwei slipped onto the kang.

She had already lay down in her own room, but suddenly thought of what Mother had told her in the tea house in the town.

Mother said she still has a lot of stories!

Ma Youwei thought about listening to her mother tell a few different stories, and looking for inspiration from these stories.

Although she had read a lot of talking books, to be honest, it was her first time to write with a pen.

When I was very ambitious before, when I was about to write the beginning, I didn't know where to start.

Ma Youwei knew that pens, ink, paper and inkstones were expensive, so she didn't dare to waste them at will, so she could only put away the pens first, planning to write later.

The daughter grinds herself to tell another story.

Yang Mei was also worried that the previous "brainwashing" was not thorough enough. If Ma Youwei was deliberately seduced, she would suffer if she followed the old path of the original plot.

So, she simply repackaged the "love" story between Ma Youwei and that bullshit merchant young master, and told it to her daughter.

The more Ma Youwei listened, the more annoyed she became, her beautiful big eyes flashed in the darkness, filled with burning anger.

"This Mr. Shang is simply too shameless.

If there is such a person, the daughter would want to blow the head of that smelly man for that little village girl. " Ma Youwei cursed as she hit the kang under her body with her small fist.

Yang Mei rolled her eyes secretly, and said to herself that the original owner would have wished to beat the dog head of you, a love-brained girl, with a rolling pin back then!

Blinded by love, moths rushed to the flames, forgetting even the most important etiquette, integrity, and shame, and were coaxed into losing their virginity, and became pregnant with the scum of a scumbag.

If it were my own child, I really wanted to strangle him to death.

Ma Youwei was ignorant, she was cursing the scumbag, and pityingly sympathized with the village girl who was tricked into losing her mind.

Yang Mei couldn't help but interjected: "Youwei, apart from sympathizing with the poor village girl, haven't you learned any lessons from her?

There is also a profound meaning behind the story my mother told you.

This world is extremely harsh and unfair to women. Since ancient times, men are superior to women.

You see, men can have three wives and four concubines, but women need to stick to one.

Rumors spread about the man's flirting outside, and it can be shamelessly beautified into a romantic affair.

If there are any rumors about a woman, it is watery and unruly.

Youwei, it is difficult to be a woman, but it is even more difficult to be a commoner girl with no background at the bottom of society.

Mother hopes that you can take the little village girl in the story as a warning and remind yourself at all times to protect yourself with respect and love.

Your future marriage, mother will definitely take good care of you.

It doesn't matter whether you look good or not, what matters is your character and heart, understand? "

Ma Youwei's indignation just now disappeared.

She realized later, the real purpose and good intentions of the story told by her mother.

If it was said that there was still a trace of fantasy left in her dialogue about "love" in this world, then after listening to the story told by her mother, she became completely sober.

In this hierarchical and class-divided society, love is a luxury.

It is already the best to be in the same family and respect each other as guests.

Ma Youwei leaned on Yang Mei's shoulder, and said in a stern voice: "Mother, my daughter has written down everything you said.

Don't worry, I will never become a poor person like that little village girl. "

"Well, mother knows that my daughter is smart and clever!

She is definitely not as stupid as the little village girl in the story, who was so fooled by the so-called true love and did such stupid things. "Yang Mei patted her daughter's back and smiled lightly.

Feeling a little silly, Ma Youwei blushed and arched into her mother's arms, as if getting closer to her would give her a more sense of security.

Forced to accept the coquettish Yangmei: "!"

There is a strange feeling of cp again jio~ what the hell?

... ...

The next day, after breakfast, Yang Mei put the [-] mooncakes made last night together with two mooncake molds into the bamboo basket.

She plans to try her luck at Sixi Bakery in the town.

If you can sell the prescription, you can sell the prescription directly.

If not, then try to sell mooncakes in the town to see the market reaction.

Yang Mei dictated the mooncake recipe in the morning, and asked her daughter Ma Youwei to help write it out.

In addition, she also prepared an extra recipe for making Xue Mei Niang, and asked Ma Youwei to write out the recipe and the production process.

Yang Mei felt that it was time for her to learn to read and write, otherwise it would be too inconvenient for her daughter to write for her when she needed to do other business in the future.

The original owner was an illiterate old woman, and now Yang Mei dared not write by herself in order not to reveal her secrets.

Another thing is that although she can understand ancient traditional characters, writing is another matter, almost like a semi-literate person.

After Yang Mei packed up her things, she went to the big house and hugged her little granddaughter Jinbao.

Jinbao is a little lucky bag of koi.

Yang Mei hoped that this trip would go smoothly, so when she took Jinbao out for a stroll around the yard, she also thoughtfully shared her thoughts with Naiwa.

The little princess rolled her black grape-like eyeballs, babbling in response to grandma:

[Grandma, Jinbao will give you a koi talisman, you will definitely be able to sell the recipe successfully]

Yang Mei didn't know that when the little princess's little finger touched her lips lightly just now, she actually fed her a koi talisman.

Under the morning light, her body flashed a faint golden light, but this golden light was invisible to the naked eye.

Only Yang Mei seemed to feel something strange.

But right now she was holding Jinbao and bathing in the morning light, she just thought it was the dazzling light, and didn't take it to heart.

"Okay, grandma is going to town, Jin Bao must be obedient at home!" Yang Mei looked at the little granddaughter who was changing every day in her arms kindly.

The little princess babbled again and responded: [Knowing about grandma, Jinbao will behave well]

The more Yang Mei looked at this little boy, the more she liked this little boy, and lightly kissed Jin Bao's swaddle before taking the child back to the house.