It took Zhang Zihan two days to finally make Tian Xinghua smile. I heard Yingchun say that she and Zhang's mother were busy making tiger-head shoes for their unborn baby.
Because the toe of the shoe is shaped like a tiger's head, it is said that when children wear it, it can drive away ghosts and evil spirits.
Song Jinxiu was relieved, so she drew a pair of pig-head shoes and sent them over.
Be busy, be busy, and when you are busy you won’t have any random thoughts.
As for the scumbag dad, he has been very busy these two days.
He secretly rented an inn for Song Shuangwu and the others, and hired a lady to treat their injuries.
Song Jinxiu did not order anyone to kill them, so the injuries to these people were not serious.
Except for Song Shuangwu, everyone else was full of energy and vitality within two days.
So, Song Sanzhu prepared to hire a carriage to send a few people back.
"Why are you going back? You can't even afford to eat at home, and you're enjoying the good food here. What's wrong with that? Isn't it enough to watch your sister get beaten? Are you planning to let us die of starvation without helping us?"
Song Shuangwu glared at Song Sanzhu. Her third brother was so cruel that he actually let San Ya beat her.
Speaking of San Ya, she recalled the look in that mean girl's eyes, which were cruel, ruthless, cold and strange.
He couldn't help but shiver. Is this still the San Ya he knew? Could it be that he is possessed by some demon or monster?
Song Sanzhu: "Can you please stop being unreasonable? If you didn't offend my daughter's mother, how could I ignore you?"
"Bah, a slut, and you won't let me say anything?"
"Shut up, I think thirty strokes of the cane is too light, you're dead and you won't take me with you, here are ten taels, take it, you can take it back if you want, and don't come to me again in the future."
Song Sanzhu waved his sleeves and left angrily.
This girl is outspoken. I'd better stay away from her. Sooner or later I will be implicated by her.
After listening to the report from Treasure Hunter Junjun, Song Jinxiu snorted coldly and ordered: "From now on, any member of the Song family who comes here will not be allowed to enter."
This family is rotten to the core, including Song Sanzhu, none of them are good people.
He even took out ten taels of silver. Is it because he has too much money to burn?
Tian Xinghua moved to the next door, and Zhang Zihan even built a separate yard for Xiao Qiusheng.
Song Sanzhu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
So he no longer cared about Song Shuangwu and the others, and focused on trying to please Xiao Qiu Sheng.
Suddenly, a spring breeze came, and thousands of pear trees blossomed. A snowfall arrived as expected. The business of Pleasant Goat Hotpot Restaurant is unprecedentedly good.
However, the Pleasant Goat Hotpot restaurant was doing so well that even during the morning court session, Wu Chen could not hide the sour smell of envy and jealousy on his body.
"Mr. Song, you made a lot of money this time, right?"
"That's right, I heard that your family's money is all transported by cart. Is that true?"
"Hey, Mr. Song, if you eat meat, you should at least give us some soup, right?"
Song Jinxiu smiled and bowed to everyone, saying modestly, "Thank you for the compliment. I gritted my teeth and paid for it out of my own pocket to help you, but I didn't expect that God would bless me. My business is doing pretty well, huh?"
Everyone: What do you mean by good? That's pretty good, isn't it?
Pingyang Hou couldn't help but snorted and said maliciously:
"Humph! The Song people are so calculating. They bought the curly-wool sheep of the Northern Rong at a low price. You are cheating the court of its money and fattening your own pocket. You are so unkind at such a young age!"
Song Jinxiu nodded, "Marquis Pingyang is right. So, I propose that we add an extra 10 taels of silver in value-added tax to each sheep purchased from Beirong in the future."
Seeing the darkening face of Marquis Pingyang, she said modestly, "Thank you, Marquis Pingyang, for reminding me that the court's money cannot be corrupted. Don't you agree, old Marquis?"
Pingyang Hou gritted his teeth and said okay, he had just opened two mutton hotpot restaurants. He is ready to take a piece of the pie. The cost of the sheep has gone up. How can he make money?
It’s hard to say, he was the one who said this.
Looking at the changeable expression of Pingyang Hou, Song Jinxiu smiled: You little bastard, your people come to the door of my hot pot restaurant every day to steal business, do you think I don’t know?
Pingyang Hou gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, the Song people are making a lot of money, and now they think of adding value-added tax. What about the sheep you bought before?"
Song Jinxiu glanced at him, then said to the emperor righteously:
"Your Majesty, I have brought all the VAT I paid for the sheep I bought before."
As he spoke, he handed the small box in his arms to Eunuch Hai, "Here is 160,000 taels of value-added tax. Eunuch Hai, please check it."
Everyone: We are well prepared!
Indeed, Song Jinxiu had a purpose.
"Your Majesty, it is inevitable that some people will suffer from the severe snow and cold. The court should set up a relief fund in your name. Set up a porridge stall to let the people know that your majesty loves the people like his own children, thinks about the people, and treats the people well."
The rich live in luxury, while the poor freeze to death on the streets. The gap between the rich and the poor exists in every dynasty.
Song Jinxiu was an official appointed by the imperial court and the first-rank princess of Kangle. She began to govern her country and plead for the people.
Liu Renxiu nodded with satisfaction, feeling warm in his heart. His beloved Song is still the best. His heart and eyes are filled with him, the emperor.
There were snowstorms every year, and noble families, officials and wealthy households would set up porridge stalls to save the people from disasters.
No one wanted to set up a porridge stall in the name of the emperor. Which company didn’t pay for its good reputation?
He had his beloved minister Song, who paid 160,000 taels out of his own pocket to open a porridge stall and set up a relief fund, but it was in the name of him, the emperor.
There is also Mr. Song, who is sincere in sharing my worries.
"Okay, Mr. Song, you will be fully responsible for this matter."
After that, he said, "Let the Imperial City Division and the Imperial Guard help you, and let these stinky men do the heavy and dirty work. You're a girl, so keep warm and don't catch a cold."
He signaled to Eunuch Hai to give her his hand warmer as a reward.
Song Jinxiu held the hand warmer and said gratefully, "Thank you for your grace. Your Majesty loves the people like your own children. I am willing to sacrifice my life for you."
Everyone: Isn’t this too much favoritism?
What? As a girl, she should be treated preferentially when she becomes an official?
Do they have no status just because they are a "stinky man"?
Eunuch Hai's eyes flickered and he sighed.
Others may not understand your majesty's intentions, but he can see them clearly.
This Princess Kangle has touched His Majesty's heart. His Majesty feels sorry for Princess Kangle!
Therefore, when he gave Song Jinxiu a hand warmer, he specially replaced the charcoal with new one.
With the help of Wei Qidong and Zhu Beichen, the porridge stall was set up quickly. As for the relief funds, it was handed over to Sun Yuren, the prefect of Jingzhao.
In the suburbs of Beijing, in the name of His Majesty, Song Jinxiu set up an orphanage and a rescue center for the disabled.
The reason why I use my own money and do things in the name of Your Majesty is because Your Majesty's name is easy to use.
First, you don’t have to worry about being impeached for abusing your power for personal gain and you can win the hearts of the people. It is also to better hold your Majesty's legs.
What she wants to be is a powerful official, not a jester.
Since ancient times, jesters have never had a good end, and powerful officials also often have a bad end.
Whether it was the corrupt official Heshen or the powerful minister Zhang Jue, they all ended up in tragedy.
The reason why it is a tragedy is simply that it affects your interests.
Therefore, she put the emperor's interests first, at least that's what the emperor thought.
The busy days passed quickly, and one day someone came to report that Jindan Pharmacy was sued.
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