"You damn hag, what are you babbling about!"
Some disobedient big men, clamoring to beat up Song Qingchao.
Song Qingchao didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. "I'll say it one last time, all of you, stand back."
Before the big man could utter his next sentence.
Zhou Zhengxi twisted the man's hand behind his back and pinned it. "Be polite to our young lady."
Song Qingchao lightly found a spot and sat down. "Last time I'm saying this, stand back, keep a meter apart."
The originally furious and chaotic crowd instantly lined up in a long queue, filled with righteous indignation but daring not to speak.
Only when the scene calmed down and became orderly did Song Qingchao return the megaphone to Lin Tingwan. "Continue the科普."
However, she hadn't even settled in yet.
Elder Chang walked over from behind the shop. "Miss Song, you're already managing other people's shops now?"
"Elder Chang, you can't put it that way."
Song Qingchao lowered her head, rubbing her bracelet. Since she wasn't carrying Bai Youan's belongings, and adhering to the principle of not acting unless necessary, she still wanted to talk to Elder Chang properly.
"I'm just thinking about everyone's health. I haven't driven anyone away, nor have I touched your goods. How can you say I'm managing your shop?"
Elder Chang was so angry his walking stick trembled. "Your arrogance is a bit too much, acting like an emperor of the land?"
"Hey, don't put such high hats on this young lady." She glanced at Lin Tingwan, who had stopped speaking. "You continue with what you were saying."
Lin Tingwan nodded and continued to impart her modern concepts.
Elder Chang tapped the ground with his cane. "This is my shop!"
Song Qingchao grunted, continuing as if she hadn't heard Elder Chang, attending to her own matters.
Elder Chang tried to step forward but was blocked by Zhou Zhengxi.
"During this special period, Mr. Elder Chang, please don't get so close."
"Song Qingchao! You're going too far!" Elder Chang's beard quivered.
Song Qingchao earnestly advised him, "Don't get angry. First of all, aren't you still doing business? I haven't asked you to close. What are you angry about?"
"With you causing such a scene, how many customers are left!"
"I'm doing this for your own good. With your old body, if you truly get sick, I'm afraid you won't be saved." Song Qingchao said sincerely. "For your own health, you must pay attention to protection."
"You, you, you!" Elder Chang pointed at Song Qingchao with his finger. "Get out!"
Song Qingchao sighed helplessly. Seeing that there were few people left in the shop, she waved her hand for her people to withdraw. "I'm truly doing this for your good. You must pay attention to your health, Elder Chang."
She shook her head helplessly as she walked out.
"Truly don't listen to advice. You'd rather have money than your life."
Song Qingchao, leaning on Zhou Zhengxi's arm, got into a small carriage. Leaning on the railing, she said to Zhou Si, who was staring blankly beside her, "Take Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu to watch here. You know what to do."
Zhou Si: "Yes, master."
After Song Qingchao and her entourage left.
Zhou Wu and Zhou Liu crowded over. "What did the master say?"
Zhou Si looked at the two of them. "The master told us to watch people line up here."
Zhou Wu said "Oh." "What about those who don't line up?"
Zhou Liu quickly chimed in, "We'll fix them!"
Zhou Si: "..."
You know nothing, you four, five, and six!
Just as Song Qingchao and Lin Tingwan were driving the small carriage back to the temple,
They saw Mr. Lin rushing towards them from the opposite direction.
"Wanwan, oh my, why did you come out? It's so dangerous!"
Three black lines appeared on Song Qingchao's forehead.
She'd seen clingy mothers and clingy fathers, but never a clingy child.
Finally, after Lin Tingwan's persuasion, Mr. Lin sent people to escort her back to the Lin residence.
As he left, Mr. Lin also earnestly cautioned Song Qingchao, "Do not take Lin Tingwan out again."
"You don't have to listen to my father."
Song Qingchao found it quite surprising. "So impolite?"
"I'm also doing it for his own good." Lin Tingwan mumbled. "He's probably afraid of me having another accident."
Song Qingchao said "Oh" and didn't ask further.
She didn't want to get too involved in the matters of the Lin and Chang families.
After all, she was just a passerby.
If Lin Tingwan, as a transmigrator, could coexist peacefully and cooperate amicably, she would be the ideal partner.
But if things went wrong, she could become her greatest enemy.
Before she could ascertain whether they were friends or foes, she had never revealed her trump cards.
She still had to wait, still had to observe.
When they returned to Guangji Temple,
Those with milder symptoms were doing the "broadcast exercises" choreographed by Lin Tingwan in the square in front of the temple.
Each of them had rosy cheeks and was full of vigor.
Song Qingchao was not resistant to any of this.
As long as it was something beneficial to people, it could be used and learned from.
Therefore, even though such "inspiring" music was played on the guzheng and pipa, she agreed.
She even picked out an entire large band.
Holding back too much could lead to illness. Appropriate entertainment and light exercise could effectively regulate people's tense emotions.
She even had a bigger idea.
She wanted to invite the girls from the music academy to hold something called a "concert" as Lin Tingwan had described.
However, what surprised Song Qingchao was that the person leading the exercises was Liu Zhe'er.
Lin Tingwan noticed her confusion and spoke highly of Liu Zhe'er in front of her.
"I have no objections. You don't need to do this."
A spark of light flashed in Lin Tingwan's eyes.
She looked at Song Qingchao's receding, straight back and made some plans in her heart.
Initially, she couldn't believe that a native would understand her modern concepts so thoroughly.
But from their interactions these past few days,
She realized she had been narrow-minded. This woman's capacity for acceptance was greater than she had imagined, and in some aspects, she even surpassed the people of her own era.
Lin Tingwan crossed her arms, a smile playing on her lips.
She had been in this world for several years. For the first few years, she was alone and helpless. Although life in the temple wasn't comfortable, she still had something to hold onto and could live well.
Later, she met her wealthy and noble father and learned of the original body's background – that she was the daughter of a rich merchant.
She also reenacted a dramatic scenario of true and false heiresses.
However, reality was often not so dramatic.
Her father was still very good to the fake heiress, and she didn't mind, as it wasn't her real father anyway.
But because this cheap father treated her so well, she casually helped her father with business ideas.
Unexpectedly, her cheap father was even more capable than she had thought.
She had only provided a few plans and some easily obtainable handcrafted items.
Her father then made his business skyrocket.
The only thing that didn't go her way was her ex-boyfriend, Xiang Yunling.
Originally, she just wanted to drift through life, make some money, and find love.
But now…
She had a better idea.
If the awakening consciousness of women occurred a hundred years earlier, would the era she belonged to become better?
She truly wished to see a society of gender equality.
Instead of a world that wore the guise of gender equality but was actually patriarchal.
To be honest, that was truly disgusting.
Lin Tingwan quickly made up her mind, her expression returning to its youthful innocence.
"Heroine! Wait for me! I have so much more I want to tell you, look..."