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

As soon as they arrived at Songjia Village, the two ministers had no extra requests. After a few simple greetings, they got straight to the point and asked to visit the oil press workshop.

This naturally needs to be opened for both of them to see.

The two adults acted decisively and set an example.

From selecting and cleaning the beans, to grinding the soybeans, steaming, frying, pressing, filtering and other steps, no one is left out.

The two assistant ministers followed the entire process, and their clerks took notes, remembering every step of the assembly line clearly.

Song Jinxiu couldn't help but sigh that the people in the ancient Ministry of Works were really amazing. The lines drawn with the brush were of uniform thickness and smooth, and each cork was marked with its size.

Not only did he have his subordinates draw a model, the Minister also made a small press with his own hands. He started by washing the beans and did the whole process again until the oil was squeezed out.

The Minister of Works works diligently and meticulously, which is admirable.

The Minister of Revenue had his staff record the oil yield, check the soybean varieties, and calculate which beans had the highest oil yield.

They even brought two sacks of rapeseed and experimented with extracting oil from the rapeseed. They found that the impact pressing method had an oil yield that was 10 percent higher than the existing oil pressing method.

From the excited expressions of the two people, you can tell what the significance of a ten percent higher oil yield is.

The two assistant ministers simply lived and ate in the oil mill, conducting experiments and taking notes over and over again, never getting tired of it.

In their words, it must be checked ten times without any deviation before it can be reported to the court.

Therefore, it was not until five days later that the work was successfully completed.

Now that the work is done, the two ministers have time to pay attention to Songjia Village. First of all, the slogans on the wall and the village rules and regulations are unique everywhere.

The singing of the children after school also made the two adults in a good mood.

"The Little Boy Goes to School" warms the heart, "Two Tigers" makes people laugh and cry, and "I Am a Good Child of Cangwu" makes people's blood boil.

"Yellow skin, black hair, a Cangwu boy standing tall and proud; learning to be a man, first cultivating oneself and then managing one's family, only then can one day rule the world..."

"Loyalty to the country is always in my heart. Everyone praises the children of Cangwu..."

"Great, what a great Song Village in Cangwu!"

Lu Qiaoshou, the Minister of Works, praised the work repeatedly and ordered his clerks to write down everything about Songjia Village so that he could present it to the emperor.

Qian Dai, the Minister of Revenue, looked at Song Jinxiu who was waving goodbye to the children and said meaningfully, "I heard that this place wasn't like this before. It became like this after that girl became the clan leader."

The Minister of Works also sighed, "This little girl is not simple. Old Qian, let alone our child, even if we were in her position, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to do this, right?"

These days, the two ministers were busy, and Song Jinxiu was also busy. She selected three photos from the photos taken by the treasure-hunting rat Junjun and was busy painting in the space.

Since the two adults asked about her paintings as soon as they met, she knew that they were interested in her paintings.

Well, in order to pave the way for her stepfather and the children of Songjia Village, she would work hard to paint two paintings and give them to others.

Of course, the extra one is for the emperor to see.

Fang Ziyu was also busy, looking around, and everything he saw was new to him.

That day, the two adults summoned Zhang Bangchui, tested his knowledge, and gave him some guidance.

Finally, the Minister of Revenue couldn't help but ask, "Did you draw the picture of children playing?"

Zhang Bangchui quickly shook his head, "The student is not good at painting."

Song Jinxiu's painting was added after he wrote the memorial, so he didn't know about it.

Seeing the two adults' disappointed expressions, he thought for a moment and asked:

"Sir, the pictures of children playing you mentioned are so colorful and vivid, with characters that look as if you were there."

The Minister of Revenue nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes. Do you know who is good at painting this? We would like to ask for a piece for our collection."

Zhang Bangchui shook his head and said, "This student really doesn't know who painted this."

The Minister of Works said angrily, "You swore you described the characteristics of the painting so confidently, how could you not know? Are you afraid we won't pay?"

Zhang Bangchui quickly waved his hands and said, "Your Excellency has misunderstood me. I know that I saw a painting hanging in my Qiu Sheng's house and was amazed at it.

I think this is the only painting that could attract adults’ attention. But the students don’t know who drew it.”

Xiao Qiusheng has been very busy lately, with his biological father looking for him every day to report on his work. As his stepfather, he can only see him once under the pretext of checking on his homework.

I saw this painting in his study when I went to check his homework.

"Oh? Could you show us?"

Seeing the shining eyes of the two adults, Zhang Bangchui suddenly regretted it.

I spoke too much. What if these two people take a fancy to the painting?

Give it to me, but how do I explain this to Qiu Sheng?

If I don’t give it to you, won’t that offend people?

Why did you tell me as soon as someone asked you?

But now he was in a difficult situation and could only apologize: "Sir, this student needs to ask the child."

"It's natural."

So, when Song Jinxiu came out of the space, she heard that the two assistant ministers were in Qiu Sheng's Qiushi Music Garden.

The two ministers buried themselves in their work as soon as they arrived. Today was their first time coming to their own home.

Song Jinxiu ordered the kitchen to prepare more food as she wanted to keep someone for dinner.

In Song Qiu Sheng's study, there is a painting called "Harvest".

The painting depicts a child pushing a cart delivering water, golden wheat waves, sweat, and smiling faces, a young boy with a lotus leaf on his head, and an elderly woman holding a bowl of water, her wrinkles on her face blooming with smiles.

What a bountiful harvest!

The two ministers here can't let it go.

Zhang Bangchui was watching with trepidation. He pulled Qiu Sheng over and asked, "Can you give up this painting?"

If not, he now has to think of how to refuse.

Xiao Qiusheng blinked his peach blossom eyes and asked in confusion, "Why do they want my portrait drawn by my elder sister?"

He was still young and didn't know how to appreciate paintings. He only knew that this was a portrait painted for him by his eldest sister.

Zhang Bangchui was stunned: "Is this a painting by Jinxiu?"

This stepdaughter can also paint? And she paints so well?

What else can't she do?

At this time, the Minister of Works also noticed. "Hey, isn't that the one with the silly smile on his head, Song Qiusheng, the younger brother of the Song clan leader? Look at this kid's big teeth showing when he smiles."

The Minister of Revenue sighed, "Wonderful, wonderful! If Qiu Sheng hadn't been right behind me, I would have thought he had disappeared into the painting! It's truly amazing!"

When Song Jinxiu arrived, she saw this scene.

She smiled and said, "I know you two adults like to paint, so I took the time to paint a few pictures these past two days. Please see if you are satisfied."

The two adults looked at each other and asked, "Is it really her?"

Ever since County Magistrate Wang's daughter painted a picture for them, they ruled out the idea that Song Jinxiu was the painter.

Because the child is too young.

This kind of painting cannot be learned overnight.

They felt that the painter must be at least thirty years old.

I didn't expect it to be this little girl who was about ten years old.

What other surprises does she have that people don’t know about?

The two looked at the three paintings brought by Song Jinxiu and were amazed again.

One painting shows two people working diligently in a workshop.

The two men were wearing work clothes, which looked out of place, but their seriousness in work was evident on the paper.

The other two pictures show the two people giving lectures to children respectively.

The Minister of Revenue stood on the podium, holding a piece of chalk made by Song Jinxiu, looking like a kind and wise prophet. The children were listening attentively.

Another picture shows the Minister of Works guiding children in a handicraft class. He is building a bridge to demonstrate to the children.

The two adults seemed to have returned to the moment when time stood still.

“It’s breathtaking, it’s breathtaking!”