Ling Yuan walked faster and faster, so fast that the servants who followed her could hardly catch up with her.
She was thinking that as soon as she returned to Ling Mansion, she would order Wen Ming and Wen An to find out the people behind the No. 1 Soup and the No. 1 Tea.
Suddenly she remembered that the two of them had been sent by her to Jiangnan to look for someone.
Ling Yuan let out a cold sigh in his heart, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
There are still too few people around her whom she can trust and use.
"I'll give you some money when you get back. Go and find out the boss behind No. 1 Soup and No. 1 Tea. You must find out."
Ling Yuan instructed the servant who had just led her.
The attendant was very puzzled. Why did his lady ask about the boss behind the scenes? Was she also going to make a living by selling antique soup and tea?
He didn't show it on his face, and nodded respectfully, "Yes, I know about it. I will get back to you as soon as possible."
"Yeah." The blockage in Ling Yuan's chest did not ease much, and his heart was still heavy and he was becoming more and more uneasy.
She frowned and thought for a long time, and finally made up her mind.
She also wants to open an antique soup restaurant, a milk tea restaurant, and a cake restaurant.
She saw the entire scene of the first soup and the first tea.
Not only are the lobby and the second floor bustling with diners, but the empty spaces outside are also filled with long queues. After deducting costs, the daily revenue must be considerable.
When Ling Yuan thought about how much money he could earn in just one day, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.
If she had more money, she could do more.
A hot pot restaurant and a milk tea shop, if another mysterious time traveler can open one, she can too.
Moreover, she is the eldest daughter of the current Left Prime Minister's family. She is noble and extraordinary, and her status alone can bring her many conveniences.
She can definitely do better than the other one!
After Ling Yuan thought about it, the mysterious self-confidence that made her claim to be the girl of destiny returned.
Her steps became extremely brisk, no longer as heavy as when she came just now.
Just as she quickened her pace to rush to Ling's mansion, the voices of conversation of several men and women riding horses passing by came into her ears.
"The poetry festival held every three years will be held in half a month. Have you prepared your clothes for the festival?"
"It has been prepared a long time ago. I will go to Jinlulou to pick up the new clothes later."
"I've prepared mine too. I took them home yesterday. I've tried them on. New clothes just look good."
Ling Yuan looked at the three people and only turned back when their backs disappeared.
Poetry reading!
Yes, the June Poetry Festival held every three years!
She was so mad at that bitch Yi Jiange these days that she almost forgot the most important thing!
In the original book, it was at this poetry reading that the original author took Yi Jiange to attend the poetry reading.
He also introduced her to the scholars and ladies with extraordinary identities and backgrounds in the capital, and paved the way for Yi Jiange everywhere.
Then, with the encouragement of his original body, Yi Jiange composed several poems at the poetry meeting and won the first place in one fell swoop.
As a result, countless men and women in the capital no longer dared to underestimate the second young lady who had just returned to the Ling family.
It was at this poetry meeting that Yi Jiange met the love of her life, Guan Qin, the son of the Minister of Revenue.
Oh!
A sneer appeared on Ling Yuan's face.
Yi Jiange! You just wait!
It would be wonderful if the love of your life fell in love with me and treated you as nothing.
Hahaha.
She is a new human being who traveled from the 21st century, and her mind is filled with the most classic poems and songs from the five thousand years of Chinese history.
A hint of satisfaction flashed across Ling Yuan's eyes.
With her here, the poetry gathering will definitely become her home turf. Yi Jiange, Jin Juntong, they will all be trampled under her feet! Humph!
After returning to Ling Mansion, Ling Yuan immediately went to find Wen Ninghao.
Yi Jiange had just finished talking to Wen Ninghao and was about to go back to his room, but when he saw Ling Yuan coming, he sat back down.
The latter didn't even look at her and spoke directly to Wen Ninghao.
"Father, I want to open two restaurants. Can you lend me some money? It's not much. I only need 30,000 taels."
Thirty thousand taels! What kind of restaurant would cost thirty thousand taels of silver?
Wen Ninghao was shocked and looked embarrassed.
"A Yuan, you also know the situation at home. Isn't thirty thousand taels a bit too much?"
It is said that Ling An is a first-rank official. With her status and official position, there are many people who want to flatter her. She should have saved a lot of money during her years as an official.
However, Ling An was an upright person and an honest official.
She had many students and former officials under her tutelage, but she had always been ashamed of such a shameful thing as accepting bribes.
I disdain to do it, and I disdain to associate with those who accept bribes and offer bribes.
All I received every month was a fixed salary of 120 taels, and at the end of the year, my superiors would give me some New Year gifts as a reward.
And these one hundred and twenty taels of money were used for the daily expenses of the entire family in Ling's mansion.
Part of it also needs to be sent back to my hometown to support my elderly mother and father who are very old and sick and need to take medicine all year round.
Whenever there was a natural disaster or man-made disaster in the world, Ling An would take the initiative to donate part of his salary to help the people.
Just like the severe snowstorm that occurred in the north last winter.
The imperial court allocated 500,000 taels of silver from the national treasury for disaster relief.
All the officials in the court, including Emperor Qingwu, donated a lot of silver out of their own pockets.
At that time, Ling An thought of the suffering people in the north, so he donated eight or nine out of ten of the silver he had saved over the years, leaving only a part to support his family.
Wen Ninghao was not from a noble family. His mother was just a private school teacher in a small town.
No financial support could be provided to him.
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