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

Zhou Kunran was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick, but he could no longer say anything about fighting or killing.

He forgot that this man was the hero who had contributed the oil pressing technique and that he had come to the capital to claim credit for his contribution. If he killed him,

No, even if I beat him up, I can't explain it to the people of the world.

She was right. If that were the case, who would dare to offer their technology to the emperor?

Zhou Kunran couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Seeing the emperor's gloomy face, he quickly knelt down and apologized, "Your Majesty, I was just trying to scare her."

The emperor glared at him in dissatisfaction: "You want to scare a child? Isn't it shameful for you, at your age, to argue with a little girl?"

Zhou Kunran blushed immediately, lowered his head and stopped talking.

He had scolded a scholar like this before, and the scholar was so scared that he wet his pants.

I originally wanted to see the little girl make a fool of herself, but I didn't expect to become the clown myself.

The emperor glanced at Song Jinxiu and said, "You are too aggressive, little girl. How dare you bring up someone else's parents?"

Originally, he wanted to appoint her to an official position and set her as an example to encourage people to offer suggestions.

The oil pressing technique greatly enriched his treasury, and he realized the power of the people.

If the civilian forces are nationalized, then there is no need to worry about Cangwu becoming stronger.

But the little girl is young after all, and her mouth offends people. If she doesn't have the ability to protect herself, this character won't last long.

The emperor frowned, thinking about how to reward Song Jinxiu.

The Vice Minister of Works and the Vice Minister of Revenue were moved by Song Jinxiu's words "to serve the people and to bring peace to the world forever."

The two of them were discussing where Song Jinxiu should go, and as they talked, they started arguing.

"Your Ministry of Revenue has so many people, why are you competing with our Ministry of Works? Besides, Miss Song is proficient in mathematics and design, which is exactly the talent our Ministry of Works needs."

"She's just a little girl, and you want her to work as a blacksmith with a bunch of grown men like you? What are you thinking? Miss Song is a good student. Keeping accounts and checking accounts will be twice the result with half the effort. She should just sit in the room and use her pen and brain."

Everyone: Why are you still arguing? No matter how smart this girl is, she's just a kid.

Is Beijing still short of smart children?

The more Zhou Kunran watched, the more she felt they were putting on a show. They must have gotten a lot of benefits from their trip to Songjia Village, which was why they were going to such great lengths to help her look good.

He rolled his eyes and coughed, "Your Majesty, Miss Song just said that she can write and count. How about we test her? If she really has the ability, Your Majesty will consider what to do with her."

Whether or not he had any real ability, wouldn't it be exposed once he took the test? He just didn't believe that those two old guys could help him cheat in front of so many people.

Everyone nodded: "Hmm?" That's good. We'll see the truth after the exam.

Marquis Cheng'en quickly said, "I second the motion."

The Supervisory Censor also said, "I second the proposal. Let Miss Song paint a colorful painting first. How about painting today's court?"

He really liked those paintings, especially the old man Lu Qiaoshou, who was annoying people with his portrait, and he envied him to death.

If the little girl drew today's scene, he would have a place in the painting.

The emperor shook his head. "We'll talk about painting later. Don't we all have anything to do today?"

He had appreciated and analyzed those paintings. It would take him a whole day to paint so many figures, right?

No, one day might not be enough!

So many people put aside military and national affairs to accompany the little girl to paint, are you kidding me?"

Although he likes the painting, he is a wise ruler, okay?

Lu Qiaoshou, the Minister of Works, said with a smile, "Your Majesty, you may not know that Miss Song has a photographic memory. Just ask her to memorize every person here and paint them when she gets home."

The emperor asked in surprise, "Really?"

Everyone was also shocked.

Zhou Kunran laughed heartily and said, "How is that possible? What benefit did Lord Lu gain that he would flatter a little girl like this? But your flattery is too much. Can you at least make people believe it?"

The Minister of Works immediately looked at Lu Qiaoshou with dissatisfaction, "Old Lu, exaggerating is also deceiving the emperor. Why don't you kneel down and apologize?"

The Minister of Revenue quickly said, "Hey, hey, hey, I testify that what Lord Lu said is true. Those paintings of ours were all drawn by Miss Song from memory. If you don't believe me, ask Miss Song to draw another one and you will know."

The emperor was skeptical and asked Song Jinxiu, "Miss Song, are you sure?"

Painting again? And you named it Caizhen Painting. Why not Zhencai Painting?

Song Jinxiu frowned and looked at the beam tent. There were seven or eight secret guards lying in ambush here. Could the treasure-hunting rat take pictures safely without being discovered?

"Junjun, can you do it?"

Treasure Hunting Mouse Junjun said excitedly: "You can try it. If I'm discovered, I'll just flash into the space."

The treasure-hunting Rat Jun is very excited to challenge the masters of the Imperial Palace and the top secret guards.

With the help of a breeze, the treasure-hunting mouse Junjun appeared on the candlestick. I chose the right angle and pressed the shutter.

"Kaka."

Then, it saw a dark shadow coming.

Junjun was startled and quickly hid in space with a teleportation. He said to Song Jinxiu, "Done."

As expected of a master from the Imperial Palace, he followed the sound in the blink of an eye. It was almost exposed.

But I can’t tell my master about this, it’s too embarrassing.

Seeing Song Jinxiu's silence, Zhou Kunran sneered, "Haha, look, you've lost your tongue just from boasting, haven't you? You won't be able to handle it when you get serious."

After receiving Junjun's answer, Song Jinxiu gave him a cold look and said, "Who said I can't do it? I was just trying to remember what happened just now."

Zhou Kunran choked, then sneered, "Hmph, you're so stubborn, but I don't think you can hand over the painting. How else are you going to explain?"

The emperor also frowned and said, "Children, don't lie. If you can't do it, it's okay. Tell the truth and I will pardon you."

It is a bit too much to ask the little girl to draw so many people based on her memory.

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Your Majesty is considerate of me and gives me a way out. I know that Your Majesty is a benevolent ruler."

The emperor smiled and said, "The little kid is quite sensible."

Zhou Kunran: "Lord Lu, how does it feel to be slapped in the face?"

Song Jinxiu continued, "Your Majesty loves the people like your own children. I am grateful. I will present the painting tomorrow and the result will be clear. Your Majesty, do you want to ask anything else?"

Originally, she didn't like to be in the spotlight, but these officials were not as broad-minded as the aunts and sisters in Songjia Village.

Song Jinxiu glanced at Zhou Kunran, who had been targeting her. "Who is slapping whose face? Won't we know after the exam?"

You clown, today I will let you see how powerful China's 5,000-year cultural heritage is.

Pingyang Hou Chenpi suddenly said, "Since Lord Qian said that the young lady is proficient in mathematics, then I will give you a random question to test you."

"There are chickens and rabbits in a cage. Counting from the top, there are thirty-five heads, and from the bottom, there are ninety-four feet. Miss Song, please tell me how many chickens and rabbits there are."

When he said this, everyone was surprised, even the emperor frowned.

How could someone come up with such a difficult problem? Can anyone here figure it out? I'm sure it would take everyone a while to do the math.

"Puchi," Song Jinxiu couldn't help laughing.

She had done this problem when she was six years old. She smiled and said, "There are 23 chickens and 12 rabbits in the cage. Is that correct?"

The hall suddenly seemed to be still. The emperor looked at Pingyang Hou and asked, "Is she right?"

Pingyang Hou was incredulous. "I guessed, it must have been a guess."

What's there for everyone to understand about him? The little girl was right!

Pingyang Hou was not convinced: "I, let me ask another question."