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Gu Chengli moved to the small courtyard in Fucheng. The next day, Song He invited Jiang Linzhi and Zhao Xiuyuan, as well as the people who came to Fucheng with them, to have a casual meal. He also took out the Shaoxing rice wine he brought from home.

Jiang Linzhi and Zhao Xiuyuan stayed in the small courtyard tonight. It happened that no one was staying in the west wing, so they were allowed to sleep there.

Song He sat on the kang and took stock, while Gu Chengli sat opposite her and read a book.

Gu Chengli listened to the sound of an abacus in his ears. When he looked up, he could see Song He's face looking at the ledger seriously, and he felt at ease in his heart.

Song He raised his eyes and saw Gu Chengli smiling at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

Gu Chengli shook his head, closed the book, and stood up, "Nothing, it's late at night, it's time to rest."

Song He was suddenly picked up by Gu Chengli. She looked at Gu Chengli in surprise.

Gu Chengli's eyes darkened slightly, "Madam, let's rest."

In the past few days, Gu Chengli went to Fucheng to study and came home every night.

Song He took Yutao and Gu Xinli around. She was not in a hurry to sell cloth, and went to wherever the excitement was. They wandered around for two or three days and even customized a carriage carriage.

Song He's attitude made Zheng Nian confused and couldn't help but ask Gu Xinli.

"Second brother, didn't my boss say he came to Fucheng to sell cloth? Why haven't we sold cloth in the past two days? Instead, we have been playing outside. He also said that we can go wherever we want."

Gu Xinli's expression was meaningful, "You don't understand, right?"

At this time, Yutao had already started to call Gu Xinli, "Brother Gu, my boss is going out."

Gu Xinli glanced outside and said to Zheng Nian: "You kid, just watch it slowly. You will understand in a few days."

Zheng Nian watched Gu Xinli go out with confusion on his face, and then quickly followed.

Song He wore a very expensive silk dress today, put on makeup, and wore a white gauze curtain hat on his head, and rode a carriage to Waqian Street.

Wang Shuanzi drove a carriage on the road.

Zheng Nian thought for a while and did not enter the carriage. Instead, he sat next to Wang Shuanzi. Seeing Song He's posture, he almost didn't dare to talk to Song He.

This is almost the liveliest place in Zhifucheng, and it is also a tent dedicated to performances. There are storytellers, singers, jugglers... everything here.

There are also taverns on both sides that specialize in selling wine, and "semi-open private rooms" where people can eat and watch performances.

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