Huo Ying stared at Su Jiaoniang: "Let me think if I can say it."

"Okay, you know where I live. Come to my house for tea another day."

After Su Jiaoniang finished speaking, she left the courtyard.

As for Lu Congrong and Xiao Zhushi inside, hehe... a fake is always a fake. They can never become real. Once she figures out the situation of the Huo family, Lu Congrong's branch of the family can go wherever it wants.

Back in his own courtyard, he saw Ms. Jie wiping mud off her face.

Su Jiaoniang was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"..." Madam Xie chuckled awkwardly, quickly wiped the mud off her face, and turned to Su Jiaoniang: "Madam, this old servant heard that mud on the face can make one look younger. So, having some free time, I didn't know what else to do, so I decided to give it a try?"

"..." Volcanic mud can beautify the skin and improve complexion.

However, the mud on Xie's face was just ordinary mud.

It doesn't even qualify as a face mask.

"Wanting to become more beautiful and younger is a good thing. If you have almonds at home, you can crush them, mix them with water, and apply them to your face. It's much more reliable than mud or anything like that."

Mr. Xie took the almonds out with some skepticism.

Almonds are quite expensive.

Jie crushed the ingredients and added water. Then she heard Su Jiaoniang's voice again: "Add some milk and honey, and it will be even more effective." Jie felt even more distressed, even though the village's livestock farm was also owned by the Su family.

However, the cows in the farm do not produce much milk.

It's just enough for Madam Feng's cake shop in the county town.

And then there's honey, which is even more precious.

"Madam, this is like putting money on your face!" Xie said with heartache.

Su Jiaoniang nodded. Beauty treatments are something that costs money. If you want to live a healthy and beautiful life, you have to pay the price in money.

"This old servant only needs to use it once. With so many almonds, if we make almond milk or almond shortbread, it would be enough to make many children happy. And the milk, wouldn't it be good to make soufflés?"

Su Jiaoniang heard Xie Shi muttering in her ear.

This is roughly what everyday life feels like.

Every day, all I talk about is firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

She looked towards the county town, her thoughts drifting to the orphanage for the disabled.

I've decided to go check it out again tomorrow.

A day passed in the blink of an eye. Su Jiaoniang arrived at the orphanage and watched Grandma Fang and Hu Niu taking care of the children together.

When Tiger Girl is alone, all she can do is keep the children from starving and getting sick.

After Grandma Fang arrived, she was able to do more things because of her experience.

In her spare time, she would hold a rope in her hand, wrap it around her fingers, and play with the children.

Toys were extremely scarce for the children in the courtyard, but they were easily satisfied. They could pick up a few pebbles from the ground, grab a rope, and play all day long.

Su Jiaoniang stared at it for a while.

Take a breather.

Who knows how many children will be in the orphanage in the future?

Can the business of fried chicken legs, popsicles, and hairpins survive?

Su Jiaoniang thought for a moment, then took the account book and began to turn the pages one by one. The sound of hairpins in her hair continued, but it was clearly starting to fade.

Su Tong is studying medicine, has to do accounting, and has to work overtime at night to come up with new ideas.

It seems that relying on just one person to exploit loopholes is indeed not a good approach.

Looking at the fried chicken legs, the fried chicken business is doing well; it hasn't suffered from seasonal changes.

As for popsicles, nowadays, apart from a few immature kids, not many people actually eat them.

Eating certain foods in winter is not good for your health.

It can even cause diarrhea after eating it.

In this era where even minor illnesses like typhoid fever or the common cold can be fatal, diarrhea is a serious matter.

Even if the immature teenagers want to eat popsicles.

It will also face opposition.

If they don't listen, I'll make them braised pork with bamboo shoots.

The boys were instantly exhausted.

Su Jiaoniang closed the account book in her hand. For now, she was earning enough money to live a simple life, including food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

However, it becomes very difficult to receive a better education.

The teacher who used to teach here has now taken up a different job.

Teaching here only earns money; disabled children have no right to participate in the imperial examinations. Even if the children here are taught very well and become very sensible, they cannot obtain official titles. For those teachers who want fame, it is still a loss.

Su Jiaoniang thought of Feng Yuwei at home.

That person must have many fellow sufferers!

There must be many people in the Qi court who are about to be beheaded or exiled!

These days, few people can read, and even fewer can study. Compared to killing those with different stances, Su Jiaoniang felt it was better to make use of them.

She picked up her pen and wrote a letter to Lu Wujiu.

It took three whole pages to write.

Demand that he take them!

Those who took the wrong side should be let off lightly, as this would certainly be detrimental to the stability of the new emperor. However, killing them directly would be reasonable, but it is a pity.

These people were exiled to Friday and Saturday.

...

The mountains are high and the roads are far; they don't have the ability to rebel.

Even if they accumulate strength in the Great Zhou, by the time they have enough power, Changsheng should have stabilized the court.

If, after such a long time, Changsheng still hasn't learned how to be a qualified emperor...

Then he...

Let him be brought down!

He is not suitable for the throne.

As she handed out the envelope, Su Jiaoniang was simultaneously trying to find ways to increase revenue for the orphanage.

However, none of the slightly older children were idle; they were either working outside or had their own small stalls. The remaining four- or five-year-olds, besides helping to gather firewood, would drop one out of every two they gathered, and could even accidentally drop themselves. For the time being, it was safer to keep such children in the yard.

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