Chapter 12 Making a Big Money
"The mutton is naturally eaten by the masters. It's our turn when the masters can't finish it. Could it be that Sister Wanxia is hoping that the masters won't have enough to eat and will specially leave it for you."
Wanxia was so angry that she had a headache and pushed Wanxiang away.
She had been looking forward to the mutton for a long time, why didn't she have it? The Third Wife said that the three houses were all family members. Did she just ignore what she said before?
She walked to the door, finally suppressed her anger, and walked in with a look of grievance.
"Third wife."
"Wanxia, here are some cakes."
When she left just now, Song Ci took advantage of the situation and took away the uneaten Qingzhaifang cakes on the table. Anyway, no matter what it was, she wouldn't leave any for them! It's better to feed it to the dogs than to those ungrateful people.
Wanxia looked at the remaining three pieces of pastries with a wronged look on her face. After thinking for a while, she just raised her hand to take a piece of milk pastry when she saw a pair of tender white hands flash by. The milk pastry in front of her disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He put the Song porcelain into his mouth and chewed it.
She smiled sweetly at Father Song, "Dad, it's delicious."
Father Song felt warm at his daughter's smile and said, "If it tastes good, eat more."
Wanxia pursed her lips and was about to raise her hand to take a piece of Peach Blossom Princess, but in the blink of an eye, it was taken away by Song Ci and stuffed into his mouth.
She looked at Song Ci angrily, "Miss Third, what are you doing!" Those two pieces were her favorite, didn't she know that? If she knew, why didn't she give them to herself?
Song Ci blinked and patted the cake crumbs in her hand. "Sister Wanxia, what's wrong?" She raised her hand and pointed at the last sesame field. "Isn't there still one?"
Wanxia stamped her feet and said, "I, I don't like sesame seeds!"
He looked at Qiao Xianglan with grievance as he spoke.
On one side was her daughter, and on the other was her close maid. Qiao Xianglan said in embarrassment: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I'll buy you something later..."
Only then did Wanxia stop being angry.
Thinking of the mutton again, she pursed her lips and said, "This mutton is so delicious today. The Third Madam usually thinks of me when she has something delicious, but today... she ate it all. Such a big piece..."
Qiao Xianglan looked at her daughter and asked, "Did you let Wanxiang do it all?"
"Well, I asked Wanxiang to make it all. Daddy is so thin, so he naturally needs to eat more. Sister Wanxia wants to eat too? Didn't my mother give you a lot of money? You can buy it yourself."
Song Ci smiled harmlessly, but every word he said pierced Wanxia's heart.
What did this little bitch say? She should buy it herself? Why should she buy it herself? She is the maid of the third room, so she should eat and drink the food of the third room! She should pay for it, why?
Qiao Xianglan also recalled that she had given Wanxia a lot of silver and jewelry. That money was more than enough for her to eat some mutton.
Seeing that the third wife was no longer speaking for him.
Wanxia was so angry that she almost vomited blood. She stomped her feet and rushed out angrily.
Qiao Xianglan felt soft-hearted and wanted to chase after him to comfort him, but someone grabbed her sleeve. She turned around and saw it was her daughter.
Song Ci: "Mother, Sister Wanxia is too hot-tempered. Lingyu, who is next to my eldest aunt, and Sister Xiaguang, who is next to my second aunt, are not like that. Grandmother always says that our third branch has no manners and brings shame to the Song family. If you continue to indulge Sister Wanxia like this, you will be scolded for being unruly and scolded when you are seen later."
Qiao Xianglan frowned, thinking about it. By comparison... Wanxia was a bit more irritable. Forget it, just give her the cold shoulder. This was for her own good. Her mother-in-law's bad temper might be okay in the third room, but if it got out to others, she'd be punished too. She was doing this for Wanxia's own good.
On this side, the angry Wanxia ran out and stood in the corridor, waiting for the third lady to chase her out and coax her, and then she would ask for a huge sum of money.
She waited and waited for so long that her feet became numb from standing.
Why hasn’t the third wife come out yet?
It suddenly started raining outside, and the rain soon got heavier. The corridor of the third room was leaking, and she was soaked in a short while, like a drowned rat.
"Oh my, Sister Wanxia is standing here in the rain? What a refined mood." Wanxiang appeared at some point, leaning against the wall, looking at Wanxia's dejected look with a playful expression.
"Why are you here? Are you deliberately making fun of me?" Wanxia looked at Wanxiang viciously.
"I dare not. Sister Wanxia has a bad temper. She even dares to lose face in front of the master. How dare I laugh at you?" Wanxiang still looked at her with a smile.
Wanxia's face turned blue and red, and finally she was defeated.
She was really embarrassed today and hid back in the house feeling aggrieved.
Wanxiang spat at her back, "Pah! What a thing! You're just a servant, and you think you're the master. The master gives you some face, and you open a dyeing factory. You're just taking advantage of the Third Madam's good temper."
But in the past few days, the third young lady really gave her too many surprises.
She was angry before, but when her master didn't say anything, how could she dare to say anything? Now, the Third Miss has become more assertive, and as a servant, she naturally learns from her own actions. She hates the people the Third Miss hates, and she also likes the people the Third Miss likes!
The next day was sunny and windy.
Song Ci sneaked out with Wanxiang, found a seat on a high place in the teahouse, and asked the waiter to bring two cups of tea, a plate of peanuts and a plate of cakes. She turned her head to look at the bustling street, lowered her eyes in thought, and began to observe her surroundings based on her memory.
Wanxiang put a peanut into her mouth, chewed it, supported her chin and cheek, and looked at Song Ci.
"Miss, what are you looking for today?"
"Be good, eat your cakes and don't disturb your young lady's observation."
A piece of pastry was forced into her mouth. Wanxiang chewed it, her cheeks bulging and her mouth mumbling.
"What's the big deal? Miss, please tell me quickly."
Wanxiang looked excited, and her chubby face moved closer to Song Ci.
"make money."
No matter what she wants to do, she can't do without money.
She wanted to leave the Song family and stop them from being as glorious as they were in their previous life and bringing disaster to their third branch. She needed money.
"Making money? The master is the best at making money, why don't you ask the master for advice, young lady?"
Song Ci picked up the teacup in front of her, took a sip, and said in a light tone: "Who do you think benefits from my father's money?"
Upon hearing this, Wanxiang was stunned for a few seconds, and her face immediately turned as pale as a frost-bitten eggplant.
"Well, what should we do then?"
"Have you forgotten?" Song Ci winked at her, "We still have 2,800 taels of silver."
"But what do you want to do, miss? Do you want to open a shop and make a living?"
"No, that's too slow."
She, Songci, is going to make a fortune.
After seeing enough, she stood up suddenly and said with a crisp laugh, "Your lady, I have my own plans. Let's go back." Smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt, she walked slowly downstairs to the teahouse.
Wanxiang hurried to catch up.
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