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Chapter 87 Qian Jingming’s Taste / Xiao Jue
Old Man Qian took Qian Xiaolan and Gu Yanqing for a tour of the big courtyard, showing off the various virtues of his granddaughter and grandson-in-law before finally returning home with satisfaction. Rong Qian, who was tidying up the room on the second floor, heard them come in and stuck her head out of the window, “Lanlan, Yanqing, Dad and Mom have already tidied up the room for you, come and have a look.” Her voice was full of joy, Qian Xiaolan thought she was happy that she was back home to stay, so she responded and walked upstairs.
The spacious room was painted white, with pink curtains, pink mosquito nets, pink sheets and pillowcases, even the tablecloth was pink… Qian Xiaolan looked at her father who was looking at her with anticipation and her mother who was holding back her laughter. “Lanlan, do you like the color Dad chose for you?” Qian Xiaolan managed to force a smile, “It’s, not bad.” Qian Jingming was immediately overjoyed, and he raised his chin proudly towards Rong Qian, “I told you Lanlan would like pink!” Rong Qian rolled her eyes at him, pulled Qian Xiaolan’s hand, and whispered to her, “Let him be proud for a while, you two make do with it for one night, we’ll change it tomorrow when he goes back to the research institute.” Qian Xiaolan nodded, holding back her laughter.
That night, the couple lay down and talked for a while before falling asleep in each other’s arms. In the middle of the night, Qian Xiaolan felt something moving in her space. She entered her consciousness into the space and saw what was happening, and almost couldn’t hold back her smile. The last dimension that was unlocked after the last upgrade was finally open!
New customer: [Who are you?]
Qian Xiaolan: [The owner of the Trading Mall.]
New customer: [What is the Trading Mall? Why is it me?]
Qian Xiaolan’s eyes lit up, [You are the Emperor? The Trading Mall is like a large shop, you can exchange goods, and you can also exchange a large amount of materials in a short period of time.]
Xiao Jue frowned, is there such a good thing in the world? Could it be that some evil spirit is trying to harm me? He pondered for a while and then sent another message: [Since you are so capable, then prove it to me.]
Qian Xiaolan was silent, as expected of an emperor, he wanted to take the initiative even when trading with her. Qian Xiaolan wanted to ignore him first, but thinking about the good things in the palace, she thought… never mind, as long as she could make money and gain gratitude points, everything else wasn’t important. Qian Xiaolan blinked, got out of bed and went to the bathroom, then flashed into her space. As soon as the video call connected, she smiled at the other side.
Then, she froze! My god! Where did this celestial being come from? The man had a face like jade, eyes like stars, and black eyebrows like swords. He was dressed in purple clothes, standing against the wind, holding a white jade folding fan in his hand.
What a handsome and elegant fairy from a painting! Qian Xiaolan thought her husband’s appearance was already very good, but this man’s appearance was even more beautiful. It’s just that for some reason, there was a slight sadness between his eyebrows. But this didn’t affect his appearance in the slightest, instead, it added a touch of charm. She was stunned for a moment. She never thought that she was trying to scare someone, but instead, she was startled by their appearance.
Xiao Jue on the other side was also startled by Qian Xiaolan. He originally thought that the person who controlled this Trading Mall was either a god or a demon. However, it was neither! It was a female ghost! Even Xiao Jue, who had seen many storms and waves, couldn’t help but take a step back when he saw Qian Xiaolan.
Qian Xiaolan was stunned for a while before she came to her senses. Then, she found that the person on the other side was looking at her, his eyes filled with curiosity, fear, and a hint of disgust. Qian Xiaolan looked down at herself, well, her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing a white nightgown, her image was indeed a bit… well, you know. But it was just a video call, what did it matter? Qian Xiaolan convinced herself in three seconds, then greeted Xiao Jue naturally. “Are you really the Emperor?”
Xiao Jue’s brows furrowed slightly, he nodded.
Qian Xiaolan asked excitedly, “Then which Emperor are you? Looking at your attire, it seems like you’re from the Ming Dynasty, but the pendant on your folding fan seems like it’s from the Qing Dynasty.”
Xiao Jue was confused, “Ming Dynasty, Qing Dynasty? What dynasties are those, why have I never heard of them?”
Qian Xiaolan immediately understood, this emperor was not from their Da Xia country. She waved her hand nonchalantly, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t know, my Trading Mall connects to three thousand worlds. What do you need to trade? Besides weapons, almost all other materials can be exchanged.”
Hearing this, Xiao Jue’s expression finally changed significantly, he stopped shaking his folding fan, his eyes widened, “Is that true?”
Qian Xiaolan smiled and nodded, “You’ll know if you try.”
Xiao Jue looked down at himself, handed the folding fan forward, “This folding fan sells for eight hundred taels in the market, how much grain can you exchange for it?”
Qian Xiaolan’s mind raced, after calculating, she smiled, “This folding fan can be exchanged for six thousand shi of rice, I can prepare it for you right now.” As she spoke, Qian Xiaolan waved her hand, and six thousand shi of rice appeared on the shelves of the storage room. Xiao Jue was overjoyed, he closed his fan with a “snap” and placed it on the shelf, then said to Qian Xiaolan, “Wait a moment,” and then disappeared on the other side. After a while, he brought in a wooden box, “Exchange all these for various grains.” He opened the box, and the jewels and treasures almost blinded Qian Xiaolan’s eyes.
Qian Xiaolan took the wooden box and took out the jewelry one by one, placing them on the table. A complete set of top-quality pearl headwear and a set of diamond-studded headwear. These two sets of headwear were exquisite in workmanship and intricate in design, obviously very expensive. Qian Xiaolan estimated the amount of grain needed to trade for these two sets of headwear, and the storage room just had enough, so she put them all on the shelves. Thank you, Wenxuan’s Grand Warehouse!
On the other side, Xiao Jue opened the bag of rice and saw the crystal-clear rice grains, his eyes turned red. He bowed deeply to Qian Xiaolan, “Thank you, Miss, for saving my people of Da Yan from fire and water.”
A dignified emperor actually bowed to her? Qian Xiaolan was surprised and quickly waved her hand, “That, you don’t have to be so polite, this is a normal transaction.”
Xiao Jue smiled wryly, “To be honest, I have had this treasure for a long time, but I am suspicious and have never opened it. But now the drought is getting worse, I and the entire court have tried every means, but we can’t solve the lack of food due to the three-year drought.”
Qian Xiaolan felt a sinking feeling in her heart. Natural disasters are merciless, and human ability is limited, even in modern times with developed economy and transportation, there are times when aid cannot reach. What more in ancient times, where transportation was slow and crop yields were low?
Perhaps finally seeing hope, Xiao Jue’s attitude towards Qian Xiaolan was exceptionally good, and he unknowingly talked to her a lot. Adhering to the principle that the customer is God, Qian Xiaolan listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a word or two in response.
After talking with Qian Xiaolan for a while, Xiao Jue’s depression subsided a little, and he went out again to carry in another wooden box. “Exchange all these for medicine and water, more medicine for treating epidemics.”
Qian Xiaolan curiously opened the box, her eyes lit up.
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