On the day when there were only two ladles of sorghum left in the Lin family's grain tank, five-year-old Lin Wanyue saw her father carrying back a bloody man from the snow.
If you save people, you will have to spend the next year's grain planting money; if you don't save people, they will die outside the door.
The whole family gritted their teeth and rescued him.
They did not expect that this snowstorm would leave an old pen and two enlightenment books to the Lin family, and also allow a homeless young man to enter Lin Wanyue's life.
She has no space, no system, and her past life memories cannot conjure money for her. She can only start from a cloth flower on the flower basket: teach her father to recognize the goods, accompany her uncle on business trips, help her mother manage accounts, and let her sister's name be included in the deed.
A bamboo basket was exchanged for the first handful of copper coins; a counter of one foot was used to support the first southern goods shop. Until the convoy traveled thousands of miles, Zhuyue's business seals were spread all over the north and south.
Lin Wanyue never wanted more than just money. She wants her family members to dare to call a doctor when they are sick, she wants her daughter's name to be included in the family business, and she wants to choose whether to marry or not, and which path to take.
And that silent young man Shen Yanzhou also walked into the Golden Palace step by step.
He did not put away his sharp edge for her, but only kept the light on for her until dawn when she was writing.
