Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

Ji Chaoxi and the others originally planned to leave in their carriage, but then they found many baskets of dates at the door.

The villagers stood by the baskets of dates, watching them longingly.

"Miss Ji, we also have dates, would you like some?"

Ji Chaoxi felt she needed to be more rational. She could help one person, but how could she help so many? The carriage was almost overflowing. She decided to refuse them this time, even if it meant sacrificing her pride.

"Okay, bring them all up."

But what came out of my mouth was an agreement.

Ji Chaoxi: ...

His mouth moves faster than his brain.

"I don't want the bad ones! I'll pick them all."

Ji Chaoxi stood to the side with a serious expression. She was no saint; don't try to fool her with bad dates.

The older woman smiled and said, "Don't worry, Miss Ji, the village has more good dates than it can sell."

Ji Chaoxi carried the jujubes up one basket at a time, Fu Xianyan carefully inspected the jujubes, Qin Qiwu was still doing the accounting, and Xu Ancheng's voice was hoarse from shouting.

"Don't push, don't push, one at a time."

In the end, there weren't enough dates to fit inside.

Ji Chaoxi was panting heavily. She sat on the wooden stool next to her and said, "Stop pretending. I'll give you the money first, and you can deliver it to Laifu Inn later."

Qin Qiwu's voice was also hoarse: "Tell me the names of the rest, and I'll give the money to everyone."

Fu Xianyan handed the water to Ji Chaoxi and helped her into the carriage: "Rest for a while."

After a while, Fu Xianyan finally dismissed the villagers. He then used his greatest strength: his cold demeanor.

Xu Ancheng ate dates while driving the carriage.

"What a pity, these sweet dates won't sell."

Qin Qiwu wiped the dates and sighed, "There are too few people here."

If these dates were in the capital, they would definitely fetch a good price.

Fu Xianyan sat in the carriage, looking at Ji Chaoxi who was dozing off beside him, and couldn't help but ruffle her hair.

"Fu Xianyan!" Ji Chaoxi looked at him angrily.

How could he touch her hair? She's the one who gets to touch other people's hair.

Fu Xianyan raised an eyebrow: "I'll rub it back for you."

"I won't rub it." Ji Chaoxi looked down and counted the money in her pocket.

Fu Xianyan was also happy to have his hands rubbed.

Ji Chaoxi became happier and happier as she counted the money. Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she said, "Fu Xianyan, my money is back."

Yesterday, she found a lot of money when she opened her bag; she must have been unaware of it before.

"I'll buy you whatever you want from now on, so I won't have to spend your money." Ji Chaoxi said smugly.

Fu Xianyan leaned lazily against the jujube basket, fanned himself with a fan, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Ji Chaoxi glanced at him hesitantly, then said, "But you can't buy anything too expensive."

Having gone through this journey, she has gained a basic understanding of money.

How much does a sesame seed cake cost? How much does a bowl of mung bean soup cost? How much do dates cost per pound? How much does an inn cost per night? How much does it cost to do a sugar painting demonstration? How much does a cheap restaurant cost? How much does an expensive restaurant cost? How much does Li Fu earn per month? How much does Zhou Cheng earn per month?

She knows everything now.

Ji Chaoxi suddenly thought of the official silver that the county magistrate had embezzled, and frowned. So much silver could have bought countless dates.

The carriage soon arrived in the county, where the surroundings became much more lively, with shouts filling the streets and the ground scorching hot.

They headed straight for Laifu Inn, where the innkeeper was dozing off behind the counter, while Li Fu sat on the doorstep drinking mung bean soup.

When will it cool down? He's practically dying of heat from working every day...

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the white towel on his shoulder, and stared blankly at the familiar carriage in front of him.

"Li Fu!"

Li Fu quickly put the mung bean soup aside and called out with tears in his eyes, "Miss Ji!"

His God of Wealth has arrived!

The shopkeeper was startled by Li Fu's sudden voice. She stood up from behind the counter, looking out with a bewildered expression.

"Oh, Miss Ji is back."

The shopkeeper came out with a fan, pushing Li Fu aside: "Miss Ji, have you finished your business?"

Li Fu, standing behind the shopkeeper, moved his lips and silently rolled his eyes.

Ji Chaoxi smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, we've brought you some dates."

The shopkeeper looked at the dates in the basket and said, "Oh, these are the dates from the village. My mother also grows them, and I brought them all here."

Anyway, they can't sell them in the village.

Qin Qiwu said softly, "Shopkeeper, we can't take these dates back with us. Could you give them to our guests? These dates are very sweet."

The shopkeeper leaned against the wall, beaming, and said, "Of course! Getting so many dates for free, Li Fu!"

Li Fu quickly stepped forward: "Coming, coming!"

The shopkeeper waved his hand: "Tell a few employees to carry these dates inside."

The shopkeeper bent down, picked up a date, and ate it; it was indeed very sweet.

Xu Ancheng and Qin Qiwu went upstairs to rest, while Ji Chaoxi and Fu Xianyan went to look at sugar paintings again.

There were still many children standing near the sugar painting stall, making it very lively.

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"

"what……"

The sugar painting stall owner deftly drew a copper coin sugar painting: "Stop! Draw whatever it lands on."

He sensed the arrival of new guests and was about to greet them when he saw their faces, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Why are it these two again?

Ji Chaoxi looked at the sugar painting turntable and said longingly, "I want a horse."

Fu Xianyan's expression turned serious: "Then I want the rabbit."

It's been so long since I've spun it, I don't even know if I still have the feel for it.

The stall owner subtly curled the corners of his lips, and handed him all sorts of things, like horses and rabbits, for copper coins.

"Ah, it spun!" Ji Chaoxi looked at the spinning wheel in disbelief.

When did she become so amazing?

The stall owner's expression froze for a moment.

Ji Chaoxi quickly said, "Fu Xianyan, let me help you spin the rabbit."

She's got a really good touch right now.

Fu Xianyan chuckled softly as he looked at her serious expression.

Ji Chaoxi squatted in front of the sugar painting stall, her expression even more serious than when she was on the carousel.

She stretched out her hand, first gesturing to figure out where to start, her eyes glued to the pointer, oblivious to the nearby vendors' cries.

"It should be from here..."

She whispered.

Fu Xianyan looked at Ji Chaoxi with a smile in his eyes.

He watched her gaze follow the pointer, watched her lips purse slightly, watched her tense up because of his sugar painting.

The pointer gradually slowed down.

Ji Chaoxi straightened up a bit, her eyes wide open.

Whether she can establish her prestige as the gang leader depends on this rabbit sugar painting!

Finally, the pointer trembled twice and then stopped.

"I won!"

Ji Chaoxi's lips couldn't help but curl upwards, her eyes filled with joy.

The stall owner looked at Ji Chaoxi, who was as happy as if she had passed the imperial examination, and remained silent for a while.

Finally, the two of them left happily with their sugar paintings.

Just as they were about to go to the pancake stall, the sky suddenly darkened, and a gust of wind swept through the street, making the vendor's banner flutter.

The next moment, raindrops the size of beans began to fall.

"Why is it raining again!"

The vendors were thrown into chaos. Some quickly packed up their stalls, while the experienced ones skillfully pulled up their tarpaulins. The once bustling street was now deserted.

Ji Chaoxi and Fu Xianyan also squeezed under the eaves with the crowd. Ji Chaoxi looked at the sugar painting dripping water in her hand with a depressed expression.

The eaves weren't wide, and more and more people came in to take shelter from the rain. Everyone was shoulder to shoulder, with almost no space between them. Soon, Ji Chaoxi and Fu Xianyan were squeezed into a corner.

The rain is getting heavier.

"I haven't put my blanket in yet."

"Who isn't? My two new clothes are still hanging on the bamboo pole."

The sugar painting shop owner laughed and said, "Then you'll have to wash it again."

The people around them were chatting away.

Ji Chaoxi ate the sugar painting in her hand and couldn't help but laugh as she listened to the sugar painting owner making fun of others.

Fu Xianyan's clothes were a little wet, and she could even feel the heat emanating from him. She awkwardly moved to the side, only to be squeezed into a corner again a second later.

The two stood in the corner, neither of them speaking, simply listening quietly to the voices of the others.

Suddenly, the back of his hand touched her hand.

The two of them froze at the same time.

Ji Chaoxi subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but before she could, his fingers gently hooked around hers, trembling slightly.

Fu Xianyan's heart was beating a little fast. He didn't look at her, but gently placed his hand on hers.

Ji Chaoxi froze, and she couldn't help but look up at him.

Fu Xianyan nervously watched the rain outside, his expression seemingly calm, but his ears were already bright red.

Ji Chaoxi didn't dare to look at him anymore, and she silently gnawed off the horse head that Ma Tang had drawn.

"This rain always comes out of nowhere."

"Exactly, they should have at least told us."

"How can we complain? Let the Thunder God and Lightning Goddess tell you in your dreams..."

The surrounding area was filled with voices, and the sound of rain drowned out everything, but the two still dared not speak, as if they were afraid that others would notice something.

His hand gradually tightened its grip, but she didn't pull away.

Rain dripped continuously from the eaves onto the roof tiles, the water droplets splashing into small puddles on the ground, creating ripples.