"Ah?" Song Jinxiu blinked, "Brother, 놖 is your sister, your biological sister, and you are the head of our family! What are you doing as a housekeeper for 놖?"
What do you mean, brother? Could it be the same as my brothers? Are you worried that she will become a princess and fly away?
Song Chunsheng flicked her frowning brows and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about? It's okay if it doesn't work. It's you who insisted on asking about your ideals and aspirations, and this is what you think in your heart."
He heard that every wealthy family had a housekeeper, and he wanted to find a housekeeper for his sister.
But after searching around, he found that he looked down upon those who had no ability, and he was afraid that those who were too capable would bully their masters.
Since he didn't trust anyone to do it, he thought about doing it himself.
Song Jinxiu: I really want to open my brother's brain and see what he thinks about every day!
Looking at her brother's kind eyes, she suddenly understood.
They had difficulty in getting enough food before, but since they separated from the family, they became rich overnight.
Now that she was the chief doctor of mathematics, she had suddenly become a princess of the first rank.
The gap is too big. My brother's mentality now should be the same as when my mother got several hundred taels of silver all at once.
At first, my mother searched the whole yard for the place where she had hidden the money, and she couldn't sleep all night long while holding the money.
Yes, brother is afraid.
He wanted to be a steward just to help himself hide this honor and not lose it.
Song Jinxiu's heart softened, and she smiled and said, "Brother, you can't be the housekeeper anymore, but there are more important tasks that need you to do."
She planned to let Aunt Chang be the manager of the Princess's Mansion. Aunt Chang was the head nanny beside the emperor, so it was natural for her to be able to manage a small Princess's Mansion.
Moreover, Aunt Chang was well versed in the ways of the capital and was a female official of the third rank. In the future, Song Jinxiu will have less worries about welcoming and seeing off Aunt Chang at the Princess's Mansion.
Of course, Aunt Chang and You Feng and You Yu both receive double salaries. That is to say, even though they followed him, they still received royal salaries.
Song Jinxiu is not stupid, these things belong to her, and even more to the emperor.
Letting Aunt Chang be the chief steward is to tell the emperor that she trusts the power given by the emperor, that she has a clear conscience, is loyal to the emperor and loves the country, and is wholeheartedly for the people.
The deputy general manager was handed over to Nanny Lin. Nanny Lin was Su Mo's wife. Although she knew Aunt Chang, they each served their own master. She only needed to find a position that suited her and balance it out.
Of course, this is just the Princess’s Mansion.
She still wants to stay in the end.
Her biggest support as a descendant is her brother.
"Brother, don't worry about the Princess's estate, use it for your own benefit.
Instead of being the housekeeper of the princess's mansion, you might as well be the CEO of our family.
Don’t you want to open a supermarket? The venue can be prepared first, but the goods inside can be sold in the form of investment. Let other merchants participate and we will only charge a commission. ”
Song Chunsheng was puzzled. "Commission? Since you have to pay the commission, can't you open your own store? Why pay to sell in our supermarket?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "You guys charge a low commission."
Song Chunsheng still frowned, "It's cheap, how much can we earn?"
Song Jinxiu blinked and whispered, "Brother, attracting foreign merchants is just a cover for our business."
"Because we can't let others know that the things we sell are all our family's property. You know, if we make too much money, they will be jealous. I'll just cry about being poor every day and make a lot of money secretly."
Song Chunsheng was amused by her and asked curiously, "What kind of business is this? Do you need to cry poor to hide your identity?"
Song Jinxiu whispered, "Pencil, eraser, writing brush. Compass, ruler, triangle."
What she wants to teach requires students to do calculations with a pen and write in large characters with a brush. How many problems can be calculated on a piece of paper?
So pencils came into being. In addition to pencils, erasers also had to be developed. Other tools such as pencils and rulers were also derivative industries.
As for pencils and erasers, the recipe is only for her. If managed well, this will be their family's exclusive property.
Moreover, the graphite mine was already in her space. The last time she went to Yanming Mountain, she found a graphite mine, which was taken into her space by the treasure-hunting rat Junjun as a galvanic stone.
And the rubber tree, there is also space. The rubber produced is enough to cover the rubber expenses.
Don't underestimate pencils and erasers, small things can also make a lot of money.
Also, waiting for the large number of cattle and sheep exchanged from the market, let alone the cattle, it’s time to prepare the mutton hotpot.
"Brother, if these are done, even if there is no Princess Mansion, we will still have enough food and drink and live a carefree life."
Knowing his sister's thoughts, Song Chunsheng finally put his mind at ease.
Although he didn't know what the pencil eraser his sister was talking about was, he just did as his sister said.
"Okay, I'll go choose a factory site tomorrow and make the pencils and erasers you mentioned first. As for the location of the supermarket, I'll slowly think about it."
The brother and sister discussed until the second watch, and then they went to rest.
The next day, the frustrated teachers of the National Academy looked at Song Jinxiu, dressed in tight clothes, leading a group of half-grown boys, coming in a heroic and high-spirited manner.
Yesterday, Zhen Buxing, a doctor of mathematics, and Feng Cheng, a doctor of the Analects, went to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Revenue, submitted a joint memorial, and gave a speech filled with righteous indignation, as if they were the savior of the National Defense.
As a result, the two of them wasted half a day talking, and the Minister of Revenue just threw them one sentence: "Go back first, and we'll talk about whether to submit a memorial in ten days."
Your child hasn't started class yet? You come here to apply without knowing anything. How can a PhD like this be a role model for teachers?
Looking at the gloomy face of the Minister of Revenue, the two of them felt embarrassed and depressed.
As soon as he left the house of the Minister of Revenue, he received a message from the Chief Priest.
What? That little girl actually entered the palace?
And let the Minister of Works supervise the construction of the blackboard podium?
How much does the emperor value her?
Do they really want to sit with a yellow-haired girl?
At this time, the campus was in an uproar, and all the students gathered at the classroom door, pointing and talking at the big blackboard.
"What is this black board used for?"
"I guess it's used to stick writing paper on it. Just stick the written paper on it."
"Why does it look like it's used for magic? During the Ghost Festival, I saw street performers using a large blackboard to perform magic tricks."
"Ah? Is this true? We are here to learn how to govern a country, not to learn to perform acrobatics for money?"
"Stop talking, stop talking, Dr. Song is here."
"Ah, where is it? Where is it? Which one is Dr. Song?"
Song Jinxiu looked at a tall student in front of her, searching from above her head to behind her.
Song Jinxiu couldn't help but grin. She pushed away the person blocking her way and strode into the classroom.
In the classroom, the blackboard has been prepared, and the podium is made of stone and polished neatly. There is a desk in front of the podium.
Everything was done according to Song Jinxiu's requirements.
Song Jinxiu was very satisfied.
She jumped onto the podium in two or three steps, and then raised her head.
"Ding ding ding," the gong was struck.
The gong sounded and everything suddenly became quiet.
The bronze gong from Songjia Village is still more useful. Song Jinxiu nodded with satisfaction.
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