Chapter 52: Stay Away from Fang Ning

Fang Yu frowned and asked, "Ningning, why did you buy so much fabric? If you spend all our silver, won't First Aunt scold you?"

"It's fine, they won't. I've already picked them out, and we'll all make new clothes when we get back. Besides, the weather is getting hot soon, so we need clothes to change into, don't we?"

"We get new clothes too?"

Fang Yu and Fang Hong asked in unison, pointing at themselves in disbelief.

Fang Ning nodded. "Everyone gets some. This is for Eldest Sister and Feifei, this is for my mother and the others, this is for my father and the others, this is for Grandpa and Grandma, and the rest belongs to the three of us."

Having not worn new clothes in a long time, Fang Hong suddenly hugged Fang Ning, tears streaming down his face with deep emotion. "Wuwuwu, Ningning, from now on you are my older brother, my real older brother!"

Fang Yu: "..."

Although he looked down on Fang Hong, the joy in the depths of his eyes could not be concealed at all.

After all, he was only twelve years old; how could he not like new clothes?

Fang Ning looked outside. Sure enough, Boss Tang was being beaten by Boss Zhong until he cried out for his grandmother, which made Boss Zhong finally let him go. "You bastard, remember this for me! If you ever come to my shop to cause trouble again, see if I don't break your dog legs!"

"No, I won't, I'm scared of you," Boss Tang begged for mercy.

Pride was important, but saving his own skin was even more important!

Only then did Boss Zhong pull back her hard ruler.

Right at that moment, Zhang Fu and his lackeys returned.

Those lackeys were bruised and battered, and a grief-stricken Zhang Fu was walking with his buttocks pinched tight, twisting and turning in an extremely bizarre posture.

Every two steps he took, he would strike one of the lackeys.

Fang Ning almost failed to hold back her laughter.

Si Yuheng's trick was truly vicious.

She just wondered what kind of medicine Si Yuheng had fed Zhang Fu to turn him into this thoroughly ravaged state.

Zhang Fu walked and wiped away tears as he went.

Perhaps he was grieving over the loss of his "purity."

Zhang Fu, who usually tried to flirt whenever he ran into Boss Zhong, gave her a wide berth this time.

After returning, Boss Zhong looked at Zhang Fu in bewilderment. "Why is this little brat acting like this? Could it be that those lackeys of his took him through the back door?"

Hearing this, Fang Ning burst out laughing.

Boss Zhong certainly had the nerve to say that!

Moreover, Boss Zhong's voice was loud, and everyone around heard it, casting subtle and strange glances at Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu flew into a rage. "You surnamed Zhong, you old biddy, keep flapping your gums and see if I don't sleep you to death!"

"Hmph, you'd better go check if your back door is still in one piece first! Little brat, other people might be afraid of you, but this lady isn't. So what if you got taken through the back door? Isn't it just right for the future, with so many people waiting on you alone?"

Zhang Fu lifted his foot, intending to charge over, but the moment he exerted force, his backside instantly felt as though it were on fire, hurting him unbearably.

"Hahahaha..."

The passersby burst into loud laughter.

Zhang Fu's face turned the color of a pig's liver, and he pointed at Boss Zhong, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Those sounds of laughter pierced through the air like needles, causing Zhang Fu to kick out at a lackey. "What are you standing there stunned for? Carry me away!"

Amid the mocking jeers of the crowd, Zhang Fu fled in panic.

Boss Zhong sneered, then turned to look at Fang Ning with a genial expression. "Did the clerk help you tidy things up?"

Just as those words fell, the clerk came out from the back carrying the fabric and chimed in, "Boss, the little customer wanted to look at these old fabrics, so I brought them out."

"You want these?" Boss Zhong asked Fang Ning. "These are goods from the year before last or even three years ago. The quality of the fabric is certainly fine, but the color is a bit dated. If you buy them, I won't accept returns, you know. You need to think carefully."

"It's fine," Fang Ning stepped forward and stroked the fabrics. "The quality is good, and they can still be made into clothes. I just don't know how much the proprietress is selling these clearance items for? If it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

Boss Zhong said, "This one is twenty-eight cash per foot, these are fifteen cash per foot, and as for the older ones, I'll charge you eight cash per foot. How about that?"

Fang Ning bargained with Boss Zhong. "Can you throw in something else? I'm still just a child, and if I buy so much without you throwing in anything extra, what will my parents say—what if they think I was cheated? They won't give me any more silver next time. I think these few pairs of shoes look quite nice, can you give them to me as a freebie, along with a few pairs of insoles? Boss Zhong, you look so pretty and kind-hearted, you'll definitely agree, right?"

Boss Zhong was amused by Fang Ning's remarks.

Yet no one could resist Fang Ning's sweet talk and act of playing cute.

Boss Zhong was no exception.

"Alright, alright, since your mouth sounds like it's been coated in honey, I'll throw in a pair for the three brothers. Is that alright?"

"I also have an older sister and a younger sister."

"Fine, I'll throw those in too."

"Since the little ones all get them, you can't be biased against Grandpa and Grandma, right?"

"You little slippery thing, should I throw in some for your father and mother as well?"

"No, don't give them any. Adults can earn their own silver, just give a couple more pairs to my Grandpa and Grandma."

Boss Zhong could do nothing with her. "Very well, I'll throw them in. Come and pick out the right sizes yourself."

"Alright, thank you Boss Zhong! Then could you calculate how much silver I need to pay you?"

Fang Ning pondered how long their feet were, roughly estimated their shoe sizes, and quickly made her selections.

"Little customer, it comes to a total of thirteen taels and four qian of silver," Boss Zhong said as her abacus clattered briskly.

"Is this silver enough?" Fang Ning leaned over the counter.

Boss Zhong weighed the silver with a small scale. "It's eighteen taels, so I need to give you change. Wait a moment."

After handing over the change, Fang Ning said to Boss Zhong, "I can't carry all this back myself. Would you mind having a clerk help me deliver it to the All-Flavor Tower?"

"Alright, wait a second, let me check if everything is complete," Boss Zhong agreed, inspecting the items to ensure the quantity was correct.

"Oh, I suddenly remembered, I don't have any thread. Boss Zhong, please pick out some threads for me," Fang Ning patted her own head.

"No problem, let me see... just give me fifty cash for the thread."

"That expensive?"

"I've calculated the cheapest rates for you, how is that expensive? Little customer, you really know how to bargain. Fine, I'll charge you forty-five!"

Fang Ning placed forty-five cash on the counter. Once the thread was gathered, she returned to the All-Flavor Tower together with the clerk.

"Ningning, you bought so much fabric... aren't you afraid of getting scolded when you get back?" Fang Hong swallowed hard.

"Why would I? Grandpa and Grandma will definitely be happy, and they might even praise me. Do you believe it?"

"Wasting money only gets you scolded!"

"Grandma won't scold Ningning," Fang Yu said quietly.

How many days had it been, and Fang Ning had already turned herself into the little darling in front of Grandpa and Grandma? Even if they got scolded, Fang Ning wouldn't.

When Si Yuheng saw that Fang Ning had bought so much fabric, his brows knitted slightly.

"Did you just buy some scraps, or did you move the entire draper's shop back here?"

"No, there's still plenty of fabric left in the shop! Young Master, which pattern do you like? I'll make you an outfit."

The hair on Si Yuheng's arms stood on end, and he took two unnoticeable steps back. "No need, I'm not lacking in clothes."

Showing courtesy for no good reason usually meant harboring ill intent!

"Oh." Fang Ning smiled instead, clearly harboring the relief of someone glad the offer was refused.

Si Yuheng: "..."

"Pack up, we should return to the village." He turned and walked inside, dropping those words indifferently.

He needed to stay far away from Fang Ning!