The jade pendant connects the past and present; the exiled crown prince's wife takes her entire

After leaving the food street, Jiang Jinning gave the food to Liang Cheng. Liang Cheng refused to accept the commission, but couldn't refuse the food, so she happily accepted it.

"Oh, by the way, the manager of this flea market contacted me. He wants to meet with you the day after tomorrow night to discuss the rental of the stall in detail. Normally, this process isn't necessary; I can just rent it for you and that's it. But the previous stall owner caused quite a scene, and the manager is worried that he might run into another difficult one. Don't worry, I'll go with you that day."

Perhaps it was the hairpin she sold that night that gave Jiang Jinning great courage. When the topic of setting up a stall came up, she no longer felt the unease she used to have, but was filled with anticipation.

She thanked Liang Cheng and, after parting ways with her, went to the pharmacy to buy some more wound medicine. This time she bought more because the medicine was more effective than Da Li's; it might also be useful for someone with a scratch on the way to exile.

Having bought food, medicine, and even a flashlight, and stocked up on some materials, Jiang Jinning decided to buy some shoes for her family since she still had some money on hand.

She asked Liang Cheng, and he said that after walking down one street and passing the antique street, there would be a street selling clothes and shoes.

The bustling atmosphere of different food streets and the lively atmosphere of flea markets give this street a touch of antiquity.

The old two-story houses were decorated with bright red lanterns, which looked very nice. When Jiang Jinning stepped onto this street, she felt as if she had returned to Dali, but she knew that she had no opportunity to go out and stroll around freely in Dali.

Jiang Jinning stepped into the first shop, which she glanced at and saw was a small fabric shop.

The shop owner was an older woman. When she saw her enter the shop dressed in drab gray clothes, she glanced at her a couple of times but then didn't pay any attention to her.

Unlike the other stall owners who were enthusiastic, this shop owner was somewhat indifferent.

Jiang Jinning preferred it this way; she felt very comfortable and pleased as she looked herself over.

There are many beautiful fabrics here, the most expensive being the silk, which is thin, sheer, and smooth, but it doesn't seem as light as Da Li's plain gauze.

Dali has a set dress code; they are not allowed to wear such expensive fabrics. Jiang Jinning glanced at it and then looked at other things.

Her gaze fell on the plain-colored cotton fabric.

Dali also has cotton cloth, but their cotton cloth is not as soft as this.

A meter of 60-count combed high-count cotton like the one in front of her would only cost thirteen yuan.

She knew about one meter; it was about the length of an outstretched arm.

Besides cotton, there's also a fabric called synthetic fiber gauze with a pattern. It has ribbed holes, looks breathable and cool, and has a more delicate color. If you were to make a dress from this, it would definitely be very elegant.

Jiang Jinning was tempted, but quickly shook her head.

They are still in exile and cannot wear such clothes, but they can be made into ready-made clothes and sold in the future. The fabric is much cheaper than that of Dali!

Her gaze lingered on the cotton cloth again.

She took a liking to some plain, muted colors that were also dirt-resistant, and calculated in her mind how much it would cost to make several outfits.

The cloth was about four or five meters wide. Jiang Jinning roughly measured it and estimated that a dress would require more than five meters, which would cost around 70 centimeters. In Dali, a dress made of coarse cotton would cost two or three hundred coins, enough to buy countless large lunch boxes.

Jiang Jinning counted on her fingers and decisively bought forty meters of cloth, which cost about 520 yuan. The shopkeeper charged her 12 yuan per meter, so it only cost her 480 yuan.

Unexpectedly, the shop owner, who seemed indifferent, gave her a huge discount. After thanking him, Jiang Jinning continued shopping while carrying the cloth that was even fatter than herself.

She went to the shoe store.

"Young lady, are you buying shoes? What size do you wear?"

code?

The kind of QR code used for payments like WeChat and Alipay?

The shop owner was a kind, smiling woman in her thirties who helped arrange Jiang Jinning's things on the bench.

"You bought so much stuff all by yourself? What shoe size do you wear? What style do you like?"

Shoe size?

Jiang Jinning shook her head, somewhat bewildered.

She didn't know her shoe size.

The shop owner looked her up and down, and when he saw that her cloth shoes were torn, he showed a hint of sympathy, but quickly returned to normal.

"It should be size 36. Which pair does the little girl prefer?"

Jiang Jinning asked, "Does everyone have their own shoe size?"

"Of course, taller people may have bigger feet; it's different."

Jiang Jinning was dumbfounded.

She doesn't know her family's shoe sizes, so how can she buy shoes?

The shop owner seemed to realize she might be buying shoes for someone else, and said, "You can gesture your height to me, and I can roughly guess your shoe size. If it's too small or too big, you can come and exchange it."

That's good!

Jiang Jinning was surprised that the people in the fairyland were so amazing that they could guess shoe sizes without ever seeing anyone. She quickly gestured to show the measurements of Zhao Shi and Song Wanzhen.

They were all more than a head taller than her, considered tall for a woman, and the shop owner said she would need a size 38.

"There's another man, much taller than me, uh..." Jiang Jinning tried to gesture, but her arms and body were too short to do it properly. She glanced at a shelf in the store and pointed to it, "He's probably a head taller than that."

"Then you'd need to be 185cm tall, which is about size 45."

After deciding on the shoe size, the next step was to choose a style. The store had some brightly colored cloth shoes, but they weren't suitable for being exiled on the road, so Jiang Jinning chose a color that was less prone to getting dirty.

She put on her own pair of shoes and tried walking a couple of steps.

These soles are so soft! With these soles, I won't get tired even if I walk all day!

The four pairs of shoes cost a total of 100 yuan, but the shopkeeper only charged 80 yuan. With such soft soles, 80 yuan is enough. In Dali, such good craftsmanship could sell for one or two taels of silver.

Seeing her surprised and incredulous look, the shop owner smiled and explained, "These mass-produced cloth shoes are not as good as handmade ones, so they are cheaper."

This is not even as good as handmade; this is much better than what she made!

The shop owner also gave her four pairs of white cotton socks in a similar shoe size. Jiang Jinning had never seen such strange socks before; they felt unusually soft to the touch.

After buying the shoes, it was getting late, so she carried her bags back to the alley.

Previously, I was able to bring back items that Da Li didn't have. This time, I still have some money left. I wonder if I can bring that back too?

She kept thinking about going back, and when she opened her eyes again, she was back in her room with a lot of things in her hands, but the "silver notes" she was holding in her palm were gone.

Jiang Jinning panicked, her hand trembled, and she dropped what she was holding onto the ground. Before her family could ask her anything, she lost consciousness again.

She returned to the alley, but a small box appeared before her, about the size of a palm. Unlike other boxes, it was not square. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be shaped like a jade pendant.

She carefully touched it and looked inside the jade pendant-shaped box, where the remaining silver notes were neatly placed.

What's going on?!

Why is there an extra box out of nowhere?

The box followed her everywhere; it took two steps when she took two steps, and it followed her out of the alley when she walked out of it. But strangely, it seemed like no one could see it; at least, no one looked at her as she walked down the street.

She returned to Dali, but the box was gone again; only her palm seemed to have been burned.

"Sister-in-law, are you...possessed by an evil spirit?"