Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

Song Jinxiu's face lit up with smiles as she led Su Mo to her yard, because her miniature oil press was in her east wing.

Although Song Chunsheng was unhappy about his sister being alone with that boy, he still obediently let the old patriarch stay.

He was not stupid, and he could still see that his sister had obvious ulterior motives.

"Junbao Garden? What's the story behind it?" Su Mo pointed at the plaque in front of the courtyard, not understanding its meaning.

Song Jinxiu was stunned for a moment, then she made up a story: "Oh, I have a kitten named Junbao."

"Oh? What kind of cat is that?" The little girl likes cats? Loving the house and loving the dog, Su Mo wanted to get to know this lucky cat.

Song Jinxiu choked and immediately said with a bitter face: "He ran away and I can't find him."

Treasure-hunting mouse Junjun protested: "I am a treasure-hunting mouse, not a lowly cat."

Su Mo quickly comforted her, "It's okay. Cats are difficult to tame and aren't as friendly as dogs. If you like small animals, I'll give you a pug that can spin in circles."

Opening the east wing is a set of small tools for pressing oil.

Su Mo tried it himself and examined the soybean oil that came out. The yellow color was indeed pleasing to the eye.

This craft, this skill, this ingenuity...

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that soybeans could be used to produce oil.

Su Mo: "What do you want to do?"

Song Jinxiu knew that he understood what she meant.

So he said straight to the point: "Since it is a matter of benefiting the country and the people, we naturally have to offer this technology. After all, our Song family cannot eat this big cake.

Rather than letting others share the credit, it is better to give it directly to the court. If we have this merit, perhaps the emperor will award Songjia Village with a memorial archway."

Then, she could raise horses and ride in a carriage openly.

Su Mo smiled and said, "Please write down the details in a memorial and I will present it directly to the Emperor. Don't worry, at least a memorial archway will be necessary."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Well, let your uncle Zhang Zihan write it. I'll come get it in a couple of days."

Song Jinxiu knew that he was giving his stepfather a chance to show himself.

Su Mo looked at the sky and said, "I've been out for too long today. I should hurry back. Once I've settled things here, I'll ask the emperor for permission to marry."

Song Jinxiu was stunned. "Do you want to alarm the emperor? But my brother is making things difficult for you?"

Su Mo smiled and said, "No, my marriage originally required the Emperor's approval."

"what?"

Song Jinxiu was now upset. "What rank of general are you? How come you can't decide your own marriage?"

Suddenly, Song Jinxiu thought of something. She looked Su Mo over and asked with a smile, "Are you a prince?"

Su Mo looked at the little girl's bright smile and asked, "If he were a prince, would you dare to marry him?"

Song Jinxiu asked back, "Why not? If you marry the prince, does that mean you don't have to kneel to anyone except the emperor?"

Su Mo choked.

It is said that a man's knees are made of gold, and he should kneel down to the heavens, the earth, and the emperor's grace. Judging from the meaning of this girl's words, if she could, she would not even be willing to kneel down to the emperor?

Su Mo shook his head: "I am not a prince, I am a Duke of Zhenguo. My mother is Princess Enyi, and the emperor is my uncle. If you marry me, you still have to kneel to the elders."

Song Jinxiu blinked and nodded. "I guessed you were the son of an official, but I didn't expect you to have such a prominent background. So, I'm afraid our marriage won't be possible. Will your uncle, the emperor, agree?"

Su Mo was a little depressed. This girl didn't seem worried at all when she talked about the marriage not going through. Was he such an insignificant person in her heart?

Did she really agree to marry me just to ride in a carriage?

If he gets a memorial archway, will the little girl still like him?

No, we still have to decide on it early and take the initiative.

"Don't worry. It might have taken some time before, but now it's probably going to be much smoother."

Su Mo pointed at the oil pressing tool and jokingly said, "Write the memorial well, and maybe the emperor will give me to you as a reward."

Song Jinxiu glared at him, "What are you talking about? You're not a thing. I'm telling you, your constitution is full of disasters. Don't go against the imperial power. From now on, you have to say three sentences every morning when you wake up."

Su Mo: "Which three sentences?"

Song Jinxiu: "I am very happy today, everything goes well for me today, I have good luck today!"

Su Mo's heart suddenly softened, and he rubbed her head. "Okay, I'm very happy today. Everything goes well for me today. I have good luck today."

Song Jinxiu smiled, "That's right, you have the thickest thighs I've ever encountered, so you have to take good care of yourself. We should die together."

Su Mo also said: "Don't be fickle, having a big supporter is enough."

It was getting late, and Su Mo had to rush back to the military camp overnight. Song Jinxiu hurriedly packed some food for him to eat on the way.

Before leaving, Su Mo said, "You're training those kids the wrong way. It's fine for training soldiers, but not for training secret guards. Tomorrow I'll have someone come and take them away for systematic training."

There are two sects and three schools in Cangwu.

Xuantian Sect is a Taoist sect that originated from metaphysics and practices the mysterious and mysterious ways and the alchemy way.

The Hidden Sect is the training base for the Royal Dark Dragon Guards.

Su Mo had trained in the Hidden Sect for ten years. His secret guards, as well as the Twelve Guards, all came from the Hidden Sect.

However, these people in Song Jinxiu's hands could not be sent to the Hidden Sect for training, but were sent to the Duke's Mansion's own secret building.

The three factions no longer exist because they participated in the Rebellion of the Five Kings.

After sending Su Mo away, the village head asked, "Xiu girl, you let the young prince visit the oil press workshop because you want him to buy shares?"

The village head already knew Su Mo's identity, and was still excited at the moment, his words were vague.

Song Jinxiu shook her head. "Soybean oil pressing is related to people's livelihood. How dare the Duke's Mansion monopolize it?"

The old patriarch was shocked and looked at Song Jinxiu.

Even the Duke's Mansion doesn't dare to monopolize it. How can their small Songjia Village, which doesn't even have a scholar, keep this treasure that lays golden eggs?

Song Jinxiu knew that the old patriarch was a perceptive person, and said, "Originally, I was planning to wait until the workshop was producing oil, then find the local officials in Lunshan County and work together to build a large oil-pressing county."

The old patriarch sat up straight abruptly.

This girl actually thought so from the beginning?

A major oil-pressing county, she really dares to think so!

Song Jinxiu said this with a wry smile, "Like daughter, like father. Although I haven't met the county magistrate, I can tell from his daughter that he's probably not that good.

I thought that instead of letting irrelevant people share a share, it would be better to report it to the court.

In the past, we couldn’t reach the center of power in the imperial court, but now we have Su Mo, right?

As long as we have the court as our backing, we can easily catch small fish and shrimps.

Great-great-grandfather, Second Grandfather, you won't blame me for acting on my own, right?"

What's the problem? This kid is more thoughtful than them.

The old patriarch and the village head can no longer keep up with the times.

I knew that the little girl's abnormal behavior today must have a purpose, but I didn't expect that she actually wanted to go straight to heaven.