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

When the old patriarch and the village head heard that the village oil press workshop had attracted high-ranking officials from the capital, they were so excited that they didn't know what to do.

Song Jinxiu said, "I came back to talk about this.

The welcoming ceremony was held just like the one the magistrate had held the last time. However, the oil press had to be kept spotlessly clean.

Also, workers in the oil mill had to wear work clothes and headscarves.

It’s okay for the aunties and grannies who pick beans not to wear headscarves, but from now on they must all wear them neatly.

We want to give people a different kind of spirit."

People come here mainly to see the oil pressing technique, everything else is just trivial.

County government.

County Magistrate Wang originally wanted to ask the two adults to have dinner before painting, but the two were impatient and had just eaten snacks in the car, so they were not hungry. So they decided to paint first and talk about dinner after they finished.

Because he wanted to have his portrait painted, Qian Dai, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, washed up specially and selected a scene before sitting down upright, holding a folding fan in one hand and a tea bowl in the other.

After the shape was set, Wang Leling sat down at the drawing table and began to paint.

She was so excited to paint a portrait of a third-rank official. She took a deep breath and suppressed her nervousness.

Lu Qiaoshou, the Vice Minister of Works, was also very excited. How could he not be excited to witness with his own eyes the creation process of this rare treasure from scratch?

However, as he watched, he couldn't help but frown.

What is this? His little granddaughter can also draw like this.

But he said nothing and just waited patiently.

He thought that the painting might have been modified later.

The two third-rank officials of the imperial court waited patiently for two full hours, enduring their hunger.

When Wang Leling shyly presented the painting, both of them were dumbfounded.

Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, turned pale. He asked gravely, "Did you really draw this picture of children playing?"

Wang Leling was originally quite satisfied with her painting, but when she saw that the minister seemed to be about to get angry, she was so scared that her hands began to tremble and tears came to her eyes.

When she heard the question, she was confused and stammered with a tearful voice, "W-what playful picture? I don't know."

The Minister of Works shook his head and said, "It wasn't painted by her. The style is different, the difference is huge. My granddaughter's paintings are better than hers."

Qian Dai glared at Lu Qiaoshou and said, "You saw it and didn't stop it in advance?"

He had been holding the tea bowl for two hours, and his wrist was sore.

"Sizzle, sizzle,"

Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, quickly tore up his own portrait and ordered his men, "Let's go to Songjia Village."

County Magistrate Wang was shocked. He had seen his daughter's painting, and it was quite good. Why was he not satisfied?

Could it be that my daughter has offended this adult in some way?

Now that he saw his master was about to leave, he gritted his teeth and hurriedly said, "Master, you haven't eaten yet?"

Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, snorted coldly, "You're already full of anger, what's there to eat? You're wasting my time, what's your intention?"

The Minister of Revenue shouted at Magistrate Wang and made him kneel down.

"Sir, I am wronged! I don't know what I have done wrong. I hope you can understand."

The Minister of Revenue gave him a look of disdain and said, "Put away your little tricks. If you want to claim credit for something, you should consider whether you are worthy enough to do so!"

These words were very serious, as if the sky had fallen, and County Magistrate Wang turned pale with fear.

He glared at his daughter, a girl who was more likely to cause trouble than to help, and said, "Go back to the inner house."

Wang Leling was scolded by her father and felt wronged. She covered her face and ran away crying.

Song Jinxiu thought that it was already mid-afternoon, and the two ministers might not come until tomorrow.

She went to the space to clean up and pulled out two ginseng plants to prepare as gifts.

You have to know that ordinary people may never see such a high-ranking official in their entire lives. Let alone give him a gift. I am afraid that even if they have silver in their hands, they won't be able to find a door to give a gift.

And now, two third-rank officials are visiting. This is an opportunity, how can we miss it?

No matter whether it will be useful in the future or not, it is better to be polite and leave a good impression first. What if the stepfather and the children of the clan need this relationship when they enter officialdom in the future?

Treasure Hunter Junjun curled his lips at the side and said, "Fool, I gave you the position of clan leader, and you are so eager to use your own things to pave the way for them."

Song Jinxiu glanced at him and said, "What do you know? These are all my clansmen. If they have a way, then my path will be wider, right? We are of the same clan and we should support each other, don't you understand?"

Junjun said with disdain: "Humans are so troublesome."

Song Jinxiu suddenly waved at it and said with a smile: "Junjun, come here and let me teach you how to take pictures."

Song Jinxiu hung the camera around Junjun's neck, and then taught him to point the camera at himself and press the shutter.

Song Jinxiu was posing in the space, and the treasure-hunting rat Junjun was taking pictures of her.

You know what, the candid shots are both natural and beautiful.

"Junjun, when the officials from the capital arrive, can you hide and take pictures without being discovered?"

Junjun raised his head proudly, "Tsk, a bunch of mortals, you want to discover me? Maybe in the next life!"

"Okay, Junjun is awesome."

The man and the mouse played for a while, and suddenly heard Yingchun calling "Miss" at the door.

Song Jinxiu left the space, opened the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

Yingchun: "Miss, they are here. The officials are here."

Are the officials here?

Song Jinxiu asked, "Are you saying that the people from the capital have arrived by now?"

"Yes, yes, the old clan leader and the village head have already gone to greet them. The young master asked me to call you to the village entrance quickly."

"it is good,"

Song Jinxiu ordered again: "Go tell Li Cheng to tell their leader that from now on, two people will patrol the Three Knights Winery, and two more will patrol the Fragrance Shampoo Workshop.

Tell Liu Ping and his wife that if anyone suspicious approaches, they should be silenced and arrested."

"Yes"

There are many people coming this time, not to mention the officials, there will be someone to accompany them, just in case the guards and Xiao Si run around.

There are also some alternative people in the village who have been coveting the fragrant shampoo for a long time.

Fortunately, there is an oil press workshop in the village, which is an industry from which everyone can share in the profits.

Everyone has work to do and can earn money, and their living conditions have improved a lot.

So even though everyone was jealous, no one did anything out of the ordinary.

But that doesn’t mean no one thinks so.

What if someone takes advantage of the chaos to cause trouble?

Ever since Song Jinxiu experienced the kidnapping of Xiao Qiu Sheng, she has always tried to take precautions.

Uncle Qingshan had already arranged patrols at the oil press workshop in the village.

Song Jinxiu also arranged patrols for Songjia Village, with two people in three shifts, patrolling day and night. If they found anyone suspicious, they would first control them, and if they couldn't control them, they would blow the horn.

Therefore, without outsiders knowing, Songjia Village is almost like an iron barrel. As soon as outsiders show up, they will be monitored.

As Song Jinxiu walked towards the village entrance, she told the treasure-hunting rat Junjun to come out with a camera.

"Just hide in the tree. It doesn't matter what the photo looks like. Just be careful and don't get discovered."

Don't end up like a rat crossing the street, being chased by everyone.

The treasure-hunting mouse Junjun said with disdain, "You're so nagging." and then disappeared.

When Song Jinxiu arrived at the village entrance, the two ministers were getting off the carriage.

"Hualala," the old patriarch led the villagers to kneel on the ground.

Only Song Jinxiu was standing alone.

No, there are also children holding flowers and shouting "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome" on the roadside.

At this time, the grandparents, uncles and aunts all knelt down, and the children looked at each other, at a loss.

Song Jinxiu quickly ran to the roadside and directed the children, "Shout! Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome."