"Look at you, why are you running? Where are the etiquette you learned from Nanny Lin?" Song Jinxiu glared at her.
Song Jinfang giggled: "Hehehe, isn't Nanny Lin here?"
Nanny Lin came in with a tray and said, "Second Miss, etiquette must be ingrained in your bones, so that even in an emergency, you will not lose your composure."
Song Jinfang nodded quickly, took the tray, and said with a smile: "Yes, that's what Mammy taught me. Eh? Mammy, your skin is getting better and better. How come it looks even younger than mine?"
Nanny Lin laughed and said, "You are so talkative again. How old am I? How can I compare to the second young lady's skin, which is as green as green onions?
This old slave has the box of facial cream that was given to me by someone. I heard that it is the freckle cream newly developed by the Second Miss. The effect is really good. ”
"If you like it, I'll give you a few more boxes later."
"Then I, this old slave, would like to thank the Second Miss first."
As they chatted and laughed, Song Jinxiu picked up the newspaper her sister handed her and took a look at it.
"Pfft," she couldn't help laughing.
"The Dream Record of the Saint"? Are you planning to write a novel?
But looking at the content of the newspaper, the headline is the weather forecast, and then looking below, the saint appeared in the dream, the Cui family...
This is definitely the Cui family’s credit!
Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows. The saint had been dead for several years. Was she bringing out the ancestor to bluff? Or do you want to train Cui Zixuan into the second saint?
"Sister, is she deliberately going against us?"
"Humph! Ours forecasts the weather for seven days, but theirs only forecasts for three days. Their ability is not good enough, but they still sound very high-sounding.
It is said that the Cui family knows what they know and says they don’t know, and they don’t tell lies.
It seems like if we predict a few more days, we would be cheating. ”
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "It's okay. There are many uncertainties in the weather, and the weather forecast is just a forecast. No one can guarantee that it will be accurate every time.
It is actually a good thing to buy the Cui family's newspaper. Ordinary people can also have an additional reference. ”
In fact, if the Cui family had started such a newspaper earlier, she would not have thought of doing it herself.
She can also understand the Cui family's mentality. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory? It can predict rainy days and deduce the astrological phenomena. How mysterious is that?
As a result, when I arrived, I lifted the veil of mystery from them.
That Cui Qiu must be trying every means to get back at his old self!
Let him be, as long as he doesn't go too far, then everyone should do their job. If he is blind, then the position of the Director of the Imperial Observatory should be replaced.
Otherwise, let's see if senior brother's eldest disciple is qualified?
Didn’t you say you’ve arrived in the capital? Could it be that he went to clean up the mess for his evil disciples?
At the morning court, the Minister of Rites Cheng Gui said anxiously, "Sir Song, you said in the court in front of His Majesty and all the military officials that you would collect as many sheep as you had. Is that right?"
Song Jinxiu nodded.
The assistant minister of the Ministry of War said, "Sir Song, during the negotiation, I sent you a letter at an expedited speed of 800 miles. You said you could eat 10,000 of them. I have the letter with me!"
"Yes, that's true." Song Jinxiu nodded again.
Cheng Gui nodded, "I know about this, too. I was conservative and only asked for 80,000, but now you say you only want 10,000. This, this is not a joke, right?"
"Yes, Lord Song, if you hadn't said how much, we wouldn't dare to make this decision."
"Of course, mutton smells fishy. We Cangwu people don't like the taste. Even if we give it to the common people, no one will want it."
Minister of War Zhou Kunran snorted coldly, "Humph, Lord Song, this is not a game. You can't regret it!"
Aren't you rich? Millions of taels were donated as soon as they were said, but they became the center of attention. It is impossible to go back on your word now.
"Sir Song, if you don't want this sheep, you will be guilty of deceiving the emperor!" Chenpi, Marquis of Dongyang, said sarcastically.
Song Jinxiu looked at them in disbelief. "When did I say I didn't want them? I just said I wanted 10,000 first, and the rest will be given to me in a month. What? Is that a problem?"
Zhou Kunran blew his beard and glared, "This is a big problem. You want 10,000 now, but what about the remaining 70,000? Do we help you raise them?
The amount of fodder for 70,000 heads is not a small amount. Can you afford it?
Besides, it's getting cold. Where should we keep them? If they freeze to death, who will be responsible? ”
Song Jinxiu looked at him like a fool, "Ha, Lord Zhou, if you can't even handle such a small matter, I doubt how you can be the Minister of War."
"You...you think our military department belongs to you?"
This is really heartbreaking.
Everyone looked at the emperor who was sitting on the dragon throne and watching the fun calmly.
Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You are so stupid. Can't you let the Beirong people help raise it for a month?"
Everyone: Let someone else raise it? The Beirong people are not fools, right?
"Haha, haha, Lord Song really means what he says. The deal is done. You give over the grain in one hand and the sheep in the other. But you are so shameless that you ask others to help you raise the sheep. How can they be willing to do that?" Zhou Kunran was so angry that he laughed.
Song Jinxiu smiled.
"You still have the nerve to smile?"
"Ahem," Song Jinxiu covered her mouth with the back of her hand to hide her smile.
She was afraid that she would laugh too loudly and make Zhou Kunran angry to death.
After coughing twice, Song Jinxiu asked, "Master Zhou, Master Cheng, when we deliver the grain, do they inspect the goods?"
Cheng Gui said: "Of course we need to inspect the goods."
"Shall we inspect the goods?"
"Of course."
Song Jinxiu spread her hands, "That's fine, isn't it? They inspect the goods, so we have to inspect them too. You don't want sick, weak, or messy sheep, do you?"
Zhou Kunran glared: "We are not fools."
Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Well, Lord Zhou is very smart."
Everyone: Are you praising the child? Or is it the opposite?
Then, Song Jinxiu said angrily: "Why don't you test it slowly? Sheep are animals, not food. They have height, weight, hair, organs, heart, liver, lungs..."
Everyone: ...
Song Jinxiu glanced at everyone and said, "There are so many things to check."
Zhou Kunran stared at Song Jinxiu in disbelief: "Do you think your sheep are human? You asked the imperial physician to examine your sheep? Can you really think of that?"
Song Jinxiu looked at him unhappily, "Master Zhou, did I ask the imperial physician to examine the sheep? Which of our folk doctors and veterinarians can't do it? Besides, as long as the sheep is not sick, it won't be a formality, right?"
"We can send two people to inspect them slowly. With 80,000 sheep, it will take at least a month to deliver them. During this period, the sheep's eating, drinking, and defecation will naturally have to be taken care of by the other party, right?"
Everyone: Is this possible?
Cheng Gui bowed to Song Jinxiu and said, "This is indeed a good idea. Sir Song is indeed a child prodigy."
Song Jinxiu waved her hands, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, I'm just a little smart."
Everyone: ...
Eighty thousand sheep is indeed not a small number. Song Jinxiu wrote another letter to the old patriarch.
This time we need women with skillful hands and hunters who can tannage furs.
The shaved sheep wool is cleaned, twisted into ropes, and woven into sweaters. This is another profitable side job in Songjia Village.
Song Jinxiu took the time to teach her mother and Zhang's mother needlework, and then gave them a complete book of sweater knitting patterns. Then her mother led a group of women to study the matter.
Tian Xinghua, with her big belly, was happily studying knitting sweaters with her fellow villagers. The pregnancy spots on her face were full of joy.
Well, my mother is served every day, but I have never seen her so happy.
It seems that women have to pursue their own careers.
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