Oh no! Seven kids at the start, all yellow and skinny.

Chapter 493 Qingfeng Teahouse

Good heavens! This is really good heavens!

Yunyi felt she couldn't find the words to express her amazement, and could only exclaim, "Wow!" Who is so talented? They are practically the future bigwigs of online novels! This imagination is simply amazing!

"But what was the person who came up with this idea thinking? With Chen Jiakun's physique and that chubby face, how could anyone tell she's a girl? That person is no good; they didn't stick to the facts," Chen Rui complained.

Yun Sheng, who was criticized for not speaking the truth, sneezed twice in a row, thinking he had caught a cold.

“Then you can add another version.” Yunyi winked at Chen Rui. “You’ve lived through five thousand years of history, no, tens of thousands of years of ancient and modern times. You’ve read a lot of online novels. You can unleash your imagination and then…”

"I understand." Chen Rui slapped her thigh. "I'll start thinking about it when I get back. I'll write a storybook and then put it in a teahouse and have a storyteller tell it. Maybe that will even bring in some income."

"That's exactly what I meant." Yunyi nodded. Speaking of teahouses, she suddenly remembered Qingfeng Teahouse. She still had a bloodstained cloth bag and a jade pendant here. It had been a month since she returned, and she had completely forgotten about it. She then stood up and said, "Since we've thought of it, let's go to the teahouse in advance to check it out and see what the market is like."

Chen Rui was taken aback. It was lunchtime, and they were running outside?

"Let's eat out." Yunyi pulled Chen Rui and walked out.

Chen Rui immediately understood: "Boss, I've figured it out. We need to touch each other to achieve brainwave synchronization."

Yunyi also noticed that although the two had a tacit understanding before, they could only communicate with each other's consciousness when they met.

Qingfeng Teahouse looks a bit old, but it's quite popular because the prices are reasonable and an old man tells stories every day. Today's story is about Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu.

Because this era is a branch of history, the earlier history was the same.

“This story has been going on for a month and a half,” Banqiu muttered. “And it’s still not finished.”

"You've heard of it?" Yunyi asked, turning around.

"I came here to buy some snacks before, and we were talking about the Feast at Hongmen back then. It's been half a month now, and we're still talking about Xiang Zhuang's sword dance. Are we going to eat this for a month?"

Pfft! Yunyi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Banqiu then realized she had said a bit too much, and glanced nervously at Chen Rui, her face slightly flushed. Although the young lady had a good temper, she was bound to be strict with rules, and a scolding was probably inevitable.

“You’re right.” Chen Rui didn’t scold her, but nodded instead. “This efficiency is terrible, it’s like an old woman’s foot binding cloth, smelly and long.”

"What is foot binding cloth?" Banqiu couldn't help but ask. After the young lady woke up, she kept saying strange things. She already had foot coverings on her feet, so how could she need to wrap them with cloth?

“Some families do bind girls’ feet with cloth, thinking the smaller the better,” Yunyi explained. “But that’s a bad custom.”

The history of foot binding among women is very long (it began in the late Northern Song Dynasty) and reached its peak in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

In the Three Thousand Small Worlds, Yunyi once transmigrated into the body of a woman with bound feet. She was the wife of a large family in the late Qing Dynasty. She truly never left the house. Her husband, who had returned from studying abroad, despised her. In the end, she hanged herself with her bound feet.

Putting aside the plot, Yunyi's experience as the host was incredibly painful. Walking every day felt like walking on needles, even though her foot bones were already set, her nerves were still there.

After that incident, she resolutely refused to wear the bound-foot host's clothes. If anyone dared to ask her to do so, she would go on strike. As a result, Sixteen had a headache for a while, but indeed, she never wore the bound-foot woman's clothes again.

Fortunately, in this divergent history, after the establishment of the Yamato Dynasty, although it did not prohibit or praise women's bound feet, the practice gradually decreased.

During the Great Zhou Dynasty, when Emperor Gaozu went to war, Empress Qin fought alongside her. Later, she even gathered a female army. Unfortunately, some women had bound feet, making it difficult for them to even walk, let alone fight. Therefore, she hated foot binding.

Later, after the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first imperial edict issued by Empress Qin was to abolish foot binding for women.

Of course, there were also those who were out of their minds and thought foot binding was good, so they secretly bound their daughters' feet. There was no other way. However, it was later discovered that many families did not want women with small feet when they wanted to get married, since they could not work, socialize, or go out to do business. So, nowadays, the practice of foot binding has disappeared.

It's perfectly normal that Banqiu doesn't know or hasn't seen him before.

"Distinguished guests, upstairs or downstairs?" Just then, the waiter came over to greet them.

"Private room." Yunlu handed over a silver ingot.

"Alright, esteemed guests, the top-class private room upstairs," the waiter called out, then led them upstairs.

The private room was quite large and was divided into two parts by a screen. The inner part was for the masters, while the outer part was where the servants drank tea.

"Our window faces the main hall outside. If our distinguished guests would like to listen to the story, they can simply open the window," the waiter explained. "What would you like to order?"

"Bring over two copies of your shop's signature dishes, and have your manager deliver them personally."

"Huh?" The young waiter was taken aback.

"No?" Yun Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Okay." The young waiter hurriedly went out.

Yunyi then took out the jade pendant and placed it on the table. If the shopkeeper recognized it, he would naturally come forward to talk to it; if not, then they would talk later.

Soon, the shopkeeper brought in tea and snacks: "This is our shop's signature pastry, Yuanbao Pastry. We've been making it for over ten years, and all our customers are repeat customers."

“Then we must have a good taste.” Yunyi said, picking up a piece and taking a bite. “Hmm, it’s fragrant and crispy, it’s delicious. Greenie, don’t forget to pack two portions when you leave.”

"Okay," Yunlu replied.

"Is there anything else you two ladies need?" the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

"That's all." Yunyi shook her head. "We'll call you again if we need anything else." As she spoke, she reached for the teapot, but accidentally knocked the jade pendant to the ground.

"Be careful." The shopkeeper reacted quickly, stepping forward and grabbing the jade pendant in one swift motion.

"Thank you." Yunyi's lips curled up slightly. "This is an old friend's item. It would be troublesome if it were broken."

"Then Miss, you'd better be careful." The shopkeeper put the jade pendant back on the table, then bowed and left.

"Boss, what's going on?" Chen Rui asked, her heart pounding. "Is he the person you're looking for?"