The weather became increasingly cold in December, and soon the capital city welcomed the first snow of the year.

Jiang Muyu's vegetable greenhouse has begun to show results. The first batch of fresh vegetables has been grown and shipped to the market.

During this season, many restaurants and hotels in Beijing have to purchase vegetables from the south. The distance between the mountains and rivers is great, and the preservation technology of that era is very backward, so a lot of vegetables will be spoiled on the way from the south to the capital, so the price of vegetables will rise wildly, and ordinary people cannot afford to consume them.

The vegetables grown in Jiang Muyu's greenhouse are not only very fresh, but the price is only 10% higher than usual. Merchants come to purchase them one after another, and orders are even placed until next spring.

At this time, Jiang Muyu was sitting in the house, hugging Mrs. Tang and happily looking at the soaring accounts.

She had now been released from house arrest, and seeing nothing unusual at the farm, she set about managing the shop.

Some time ago, she had just taken over two shops and a farm from Liu Cuifu, and was now settling the accounts one by one.

Jiang Muyu was not completely heartless. He even left a shop for Liu Cuifu so that she could have some private property to live on.

The decoration of the shop under her name was almost completed, so she invited all the shop managers to the palace for special training.

She had a board set up in the west guest house, pasted rice paper on it, and then took a brush and wrote as she spoke:

"Customers are our God, so we must be fully prepared to treat our God with the utmost care and give them the most thoughtful and considerate service."

"You must understand each of our products, including the materials, ingredients and composition. You must know which products are suitable for which customers and make recommendations based on the needs of the customers."

Several shopkeepers took out pen and paper and wrote down everything.

"Someone needs to take turns to greet customers at the store door every day. When customers come in, they have to say welcome. When saying this, they all have to fold their hands one inch below their right waist and bow slightly to greet them." She said as she demonstrated.

Several shopkeepers followed her example.

"When customers leave, they should say, 'Welcome back next time.'" She tapped the blackboard and said, "And the most important point is that I told you before that we would implement a membership system."

Qingman raised her hand and said, "Madam, what is the membership system?"

"If customers spend a certain amount of money in our store, they can apply for a membership card and register their information. After that, members can make reservations and order any new products in our store in advance, and they can also enjoy certain discounts when they spend in the store in the future."

Several shopkeepers nodded in understanding.

Jiang Muyu continued: "We must remember the preferences and characteristics of each member and provide them with the most comfortable service."

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After a whole day of explanations and personal demonstrations, she asked all the shop managers to close their shops the next day, conduct a unified training for all employees, and then implement her requirements.

As it was getting dark, she invited the shopkeepers to have dinner at the palace before sending them away.

After a busy day, she was very tired. After taking a bath, she turned off the lights and went to bed.

At this time, Yun Ping ran in with a letter: "Madam, there is a letter from the prince."

Jiang Muyu immediately stood up and said happily, "Quick, bring it to me."

Yun Ping handed the letter to her. She opened it and saw three pages of writing. There was nothing special in the content. It was all about his experiences at the border and some daily life. There were only two lines about the war.

After reading it, Jiang Muyu immediately went to the study and wrote him a reply letter. The content was mostly some trivial daily matters and the child's recent situation. It only took up two pages.

Somehow, she felt that the two of them were a bit like a couple in love, and she could even smile sweetly while looking at the paper full of nonsense.

The next day was Liang Jinghe's ten-day holiday.

It was the winter solstice, and Jiang Muyu called everyone in the kitchen to make dumplings early in the morning. There were leek and egg fillings, corn and lean meat fillings, cabbage and pork fillings, etc. There were several large winnowing baskets of various fillings, and then they were put into the pot to cook.

"Today, I will treat everyone in the palace to dumplings! Eat as many as you want. All the money will be put into my account. I will definitely have enough!"

Everyone was happy and expressed their gratitude.

Jiang Muyu was in a good mood today. After Liang Jinghe came back, he called Tangtang and Nanxing to go to Qingyuyuan to eat dumplings.

The house was warm with charcoal burning, and four people sat around the table, each with a bowl of dumplings, enjoying the meal.

Tangtang likes dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork the most. After eating them, she looked at Nanxing eagerly.

Nanxing unconsciously took all the leek and egg dumplings from her bowl into her own bowl, and gave all the cabbage and pork dumplings to her.

Seeing this, Liang Jinghe also transferred all the cabbage and pork dumplings in his bowl to Tangtang's bowl.

She immediately received a bowl full of dumplings and smiled from ear to ear: "Brother and sister Nanxing are both the best to me. I hope we can be together forever in the future."

Jiang Muyu was a little embarrassed because she also liked to eat cabbage and pork stuffing, so she picked out and ate it all at the beginning.

Nan Xing pursed her lips and said, "Little fool, no one can be with anyone forever."

"Why?" Tangtang said, "If sister Nanxing and brother get married, we will be a family, won't we be able to stay together forever?"

When Liang Jinghe heard this, he choked on the dumpling he had just put into his mouth and started coughing violently.

Jiang Muyu immediately handed him a glass of water, then turned to Tangtang and said in a chastising tone: "Little Tangtang, getting married is a major event in life, and it depends on fate."

"But I think Sister Nanxing and Brother are also destined to be together."

Jiang Muyu looked at Nanxing, who was still calm, and smiled: "Children's words are innocent, don't take them to heart."

"It's okay." Nanxing was obviously used to it.

Nanxing was raised in the palace for a few months. She grew a lot taller, her skin became snow-white, her complexion became rosy and radiant, and her appearance became more and more beautiful.

Although Jiang Muyu also likes Nanxing to be her daughter-in-law, she actually feels that Liang Jinghe, a love-minded man, does not seem to be worthy of such a special woman like Nanxing.

Liang Jinghe had just recovered his breath and his face was still a little red. He glanced at Nanxing who was eating calmly across from him and said to Tangtang, "Brother is not old enough to get married yet, so don't mess around with him."

Tangtang saw that several people disagreed with her idea, so she stuck out her tongue and said, "Okay, I understand." Then she buried her head and continued eating dumplings.

After dinner, Jiang Muyu suddenly suggested that they write the couplets for this year's Spring Festival. He ordered people to spread out pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table and asked them to write and compare. Whoever wrote the best couplet would have his or hers posted on the main door.

The Rui Palace has a main gate, three side gates and a back door, and a pair of couplets needs to be posted on each of them during the Chinese New Year.

Tangtang can hardly recognize a few big characters, let alone write, but the important thing is to participate.

This little competition was aimed at Liang Jinghe and Nanxing. The two of them had no objections, so they picked up their brushes, dipped them in ink, and started writing.

Liang Jinghe casually wrote the word "运" (luck), his strokes flowing smoothly, the characters vigorous and powerful, and with a sense of freedom and elegance like a fairy.

Nanxing's handwriting is just like her. Her strokes are as fast as clouds and smoke, and her handwriting has a bit of feminine grace, yet it retains her personality's firmness, coldness, sharpness, agility and elegance.

Both of them wrote very well, and Jiang Muyu was unable to make a decision for a moment.

Finally, Tangtang suggested, "Why not let one of them write the first couplet and the other write the second couplet, and then let mother write the horizontal scroll."

Jiang Muyu: “???” What does it have to do with me?