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

"Good, good, good."

The emperor praised the oil-pressing technique and the article about the mallet three times in a row. He also praised the last sentence.

He looked at the signature, which was written by Zhang Zihan.

I couldn't help but praise him again: "Zhang Zihan, not bad. And this Song Jinxiu, there are such extraordinary women among the people. Her ideological awareness is no less than that of my princess, not bad."

Everyone gathered around the picture of children playing, and when they heard the emperor applauding, they thought he was praising the other two paintings.

I also heard the emperor exaggerate Zihan and Song Jinxiu. Whose children are these? How could they catch the emperor's eye?

Oh my, this is so infuriating. When I go home, I have to urge the younger generations at home to grow up a bit and let me show off!

Only Zhou Kunran knew that the emperor was praising the memorial.

He is not a person who likes painting. He is a military general and does not like to be pretentious.

As for vegetable oil, his family could often eat it. Although sesame oil was scarce and rapeseed oil was expensive, he could still afford to buy it for his master.

Therefore, he thought that although the oil pressing technique was good, Su Mo's merit turned into a fault because of the express delivery.

He said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, I impeach the Duke of Zhenguo for knowingly breaking the law and using express delivery for personal use. He should be severely punished."

Seeing the memorial and the painting, the emperor was delighted. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "We'll discuss Su Mo's merits and demerits later."

He then said to the crowd, "Everyone, please take a look at this memorial and these two paintings first. Don't damage them. I need to frame them."

Zhou Kunran was depressed. What did he mean by "wait and see"? He submitted this memorial in the court, not to let you appreciate calligraphy and painting, but to ask the emperor to convict Su Mo.

But the emperor said to talk about it later, what can he do?

However, the ministers' increasingly lively discussions and their applauding expressions...

These shameless people have no bottom line in flattering the emperor.

What do you know, huh? You just take advantage of the emperor's praise? There are more than one oil press in Cangwu, so what's the big deal?

And these two tattered paintings, can they be eaten or drunk? Fighting a war doesn't require any men or equipment, so hanging a painting on a spearhead can repel the enemy?

What a bunch of ignorant people, wasting their time on trivial things.

Zhou Kunran was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he knew in his heart that he would not get what he wanted this time.

Sure enough, not only did the emperor not hold Su Mo accountable for his fault, he also sent the Minister of Works and people from the Ministry of Revenue to a remote Lunshan County in Kunzhou to investigate the art of squeezing.

But in Songjia Village, the yellow soybean oil is in short supply.

Songjia Village was suddenly bustling with people and vehicles, so lively that even the county magistrate was alarmed.

When the news came that the county magistrate was coming to Songjia Village to inspect the people's conditions, the whole Songjia Village was in an uproar.

Mr. County Magistrate, this is the parent official of Lunshan County. The parent official is coming to see them. From the sixty-year-old man to the little child, everyone is excited.

At this time, an enlarged meeting of the clan elders was being held at the village head's home.

The reason why it was called an enlarged meeting was that in addition to the clan elders, those who came to the meeting also included the village head, Song Jinxiu, Song Qingshan, Song Mangu and other technical backbones of the oil pressing workshop.

No one was too excited about the county magistrate's visit. Instead, they all looked worried.

The village head sighed and said, "We've just opened our business, and the county magistrate is here to inspect. Can't we just do business and make money in peace?"

Song Qingshan frowned and said, "When the county magistrate comes, he will definitely want to see the oil press workshop. Then can we still keep our oil pressing technique secret?"

Song Jinxiu said, "Whether he wants to achieve good political achievements and get a promotion, or just wants a piece of the pie, since he's here, he must visit the oil press workshop."

Seeing her calmness, the old patriarch asked, "Does Xiu-ya-niang have any way to deal with this?"

Song Jinxiu laughed and said, "What can I do? It depends on whether County Magistrate Wang's eating habits are ugly or not.

If he's only interested in political achievements, as long as it doesn't embarrass us, and it's good for everyone, then we'll let him do it. But if he asks for too much, then I'm sorry, our oil pressing technology has already been submitted to the court, and without the emperor's order, we dare not agree to anything he says.

Song Mangu slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, that's how I answer him."

Old Fifth Master glared at his eldest son and said, "After all, he is the county magistrate. If you can avoid offending him, then don't offend him. The county magistrate is better off taking charge now. We will have to make a living under his rule in the future."

The old clan leader nodded and looked at Song Jinxiu and said, "Girl, my great grandfather is old. I'm afraid he won't be able to handle the County Magistrate's arrival. Would you mind being the acting clan leader and accompanying your second grandfather to welcome the County Magistrate?"

As soon as the county magistrate leaves, he will officially abdicate.

Song Jinxiu was startled. "Me? Great-great-grandfather, with Uncle Qingshan and Seventh Uncle here, I'd better hide in the back and watch the fun."

Song Qingshan smiled and said, "You really can't hide. This oil press workshop was built by you. I will listen to you on how to do it."

Everyone has tacitly agreed that Song Jinxiu should be promoted to be the clan leader.

Song Mangu also said: "Don't be afraid, if you have anything, just tell me, and Uncle Qi will take the lead for you."

Song Jinxiu looked at the elders again and saw that everyone nodded and smiled at her, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, then I will stand by Second Grandpa and help him."

Although I don't like it, I still have to do the work of welcoming the county magistrate thoroughly and beautifully.

Old Fifth Master is right. They are living under someone else's jurisdiction, so they still have to maintain good superficial relationships.

It was a sunny day with gentle breezes. With yamen runners on both sides clearing the way, the county magistrate, Lord Wang, drove slowly in with five carriages.

The county magistrate's carriage stopped at the entrance of the village.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

The children from the private school stood on both sides of the road, each holding a bunch of wild flowers they had picked from the roadside and waving them. The sound was loud and uniform.

The village head, Song Jinxiu, led a group of villagers and they were all waiting here with smiles on their faces.

As soon as County Magistrate Wang got off the carriage, he was greeted with such a warm welcome ceremony and was in a very good mood.

The village head trotted over to greet him, "Your Excellency the County Magistrate, your presence is a great honor to our Songjia Village."

Song Jinxiu looked at this official.

He was of medium build, a little overweight. He chatted with Song Lizheng with a smile and a very approachable attitude.

However, Song Jinxiu had seen his daughter's hypocritical disguise and did not trust his approachable appearance at all.

The county magistrate got off the carriage, and the people in the carriage behind also got off, making a crowd of more than ten people.

After the introduction, Song Jinxiu was finally enlightened.

Following the county magistrate came the county magistrate, the county clerk, the registrar, the tax envoy...

These are all regular officials in the county.

What surprised Song Jinxiu was that there was a Yin-Yang training officer in the county government.

In addition to the Yin-Yang training officer, there is also a medical training department, which is in charge of all the doctors and veterinarians in the county. It is equivalent to the director of the county hospital!

It makes sense for the dean to follow.

But why are there monks and Taoists here?

Song Jinxiu was very curious.

The county magistrate went on a trip with not only a group of officials, but also a big monk, a young Taoist priest, and a Feng Shui master. Even Emperor Kangxi didn't have such a large group of people even when he was on a secret visit, right?

The old patriarch tapped her with his cane behind him, indicating that it was time to pay her respects.

Song Jinxiu could only symbolically bend her body, but her eyes secretly watched the old monk and the Taoist priest. She wondered if they came here to beg for alms or...

Zhu Hui frowned. This girl, if you want to look at her, just look at her openly. Instead of taking a sneak peek, she made him feel uneasy.

The old monk said in a clear voice: "I am Zhuhui, the old monk, and I am honored to meet you, young donor."

His voice was loud and immediately attracted the attention of County Magistrate Wang.

Song Jinxiu frowned: This old monk is not genuine.