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

"Ah?" Song Jinxiu blinked. "Brother, I'm your sister, your biological sister, and you're the head of our family! What are you doing as my housekeeper?"

What does brother mean by this? Is he, like the other brothers, worried that she'll become a princess and fly away?

Song Chunsheng flicked her frowning brows and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about? If it doesn't work, forget it. It's you who insisted on asking about my ideals and aspirations, and this is what I have in my heart."

He heard that every wealthy family had a housekeeper, and he wanted to find a housekeeper for his sister.

But after searching around, he found that he looked down upon those who had no ability, and he was afraid that those who were too capable would bully their masters.

Since he didn't trust anyone to do it, he thought about doing it himself.

Song Jinxiu: I really want to open my brother’s mind and see what he thinks about every day!

Looking at her brother's fatherly eyes, she suddenly understood.

They had difficulty getting enough food before, but since the family split up, they became rich overnight.

Now she has become the chief doctor of mathematics, and in just two days she has become a princess of the first rank.

The gap is too big. My brother's mentality now should be the same as when my mother got hundreds of taels of silver at once.

At that time, my mother searched the whole yard for the place where she hid the money, and she couldn't sleep for nights holding the money.

Yes, my brother is afraid.

He wanted to be a steward just to help himself hide this honor and not lose it.

Song Jinxiu's heart softened, and she smiled and said, "Brother, you can't be the housekeeper anymore, but I have a more important task for you to do."

She planned to let Aunt Chang be the manager of the Princess's Mansion. Aunt Chang was the head nanny beside the Emperor, so it was natural for her to be able to manage a small Princess's Mansion.

Moreover, Aunt Chang was well versed in the social etiquette of the capital and was a third-rank female official. With Aunt Chang around to handle the comings and goings at the Princess's Mansion, Song Jinxiu would have less to worry about.

Of course, Aunt Chang and You Feng You Yu both received double salaries, meaning that even though they followed him, they still received royal salaries.

Song Jinxiu is not a fool. These people belong to her and the emperor.

Letting Aunt Chang be the chief steward is to tell the emperor that she trusts the people he gives her, that she has a clear conscience, is loyal to the emperor and loves the country, and is wholeheartedly serving the people.

The deputy general manager was handed over to Nanny Lin. Nanny Lin was Su Mo's person. Although she knew Aunt Chang, they each served their own masters. She only needed to find a suitable position for herself and maintain a balance.

Of course, this is just the Princess's Mansion.

She still has to keep a backup plan.

Her biggest backup and support is her brother.

"Brother, don't worry about the Princess Mansion's assets, I have people to use them.

Instead of being the housekeeper of the princess's mansion, you might as well be the CEO of our family.

Don't you want to open a supermarket? We can prepare the site first, but we'll have to attract merchants to sell the goods. We'll only charge a commission if we allow other merchants to participate."

Song Chunsheng was puzzled. "Commission? If they have the money to pay the commission, wouldn't others just open their own store? Why would they pay to sell in our supermarket?"

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Our commission is cheap."

Song Chunsheng still frowned, "It's cheap, how much can we earn?"

Song Jinxiu blinked and whispered, "Brother, attracting foreign merchants is just a cover for our business."

"Because we can't let others know that the things we sell are our family's property. You know, if we make too much money, people will be jealous. So I'll just cry about being poor every day and make a lot of money in secret."

Song Chunsheng was amused by her and asked curiously, "What kind of business is this? Do I need to cry poor to cover up my tracks?"

Song Jinxiu whispered, "Pencil, eraser, and writing brush. Compass, ruler, and triangle."

What she wants to teach requires students to do calculations with a pen and write big characters with a brush. How many problems can be calculated on a piece of paper?

So pencils came into being. With pencils, erasers also had to be developed to match them. Other tools such as pens and rulers were also derivative industries.

As for the pencils and erasers, she was the only one who had the formula. If they managed well, this would be their exclusive business.

Moreover, graphite, the main material for pencil leads, is already in her space. Last time, a graphite mine was discovered in Yanming Mountain, and the treasure-hunting rat Junjun brought it into her space as a galvanic stone.

There are also rubber trees in the space. The rubber produced is enough to cover the expenses of the rubber plantation.

Don't underestimate pencils and erasers, these small things can also make a lot of money.

Also, after we get a large number of cattle and sheep from the trade, let’s not talk about the cattle for now, it’s time to prepare the mutton pot.

"Brother, once these are done, even if we don't have the Princess's Mansion, we will still have enough food and drink and live a carefree life."

Knowing that his sister had a plan in mind, Song Chunsheng finally put his mind at ease.

Although he didn't know what the CEO his sister was talking about was, or what a pencil eraser was, he just had to do what his sister said.

"Okay, I'll make the pencils and erasers you mentioned as soon as possible. As for the supermarket's address, I'll slowly figure it out."

The brother and sister discussed it until the second watch, and then they went to rest.

The next day, the frustrated teachers of the Imperial College saw Song Jinxiu dressed in formal attire, leading seven or eight young men, coming in with a heroic and high-spirited look.

Yesterday, Zhen Buxing, a doctor of mathematics, and Feng Cheng, a doctor of the Analects of Confucius, went to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Revenue, submitted a joint memorial, and delivered a speech filled with righteous indignation, as if they were the saviors of the Imperial College.

After a long argument, the two men finally got to the point where the Minister of Revenue simply said, "Go back first. We'll talk about whether or not to submit a memorial in ten days."

The children haven't started school yet? He comes here to submit a letter without knowing anything. How can a doctor like this be a role model for others?

Looking at the gloomy face of the Minister of Revenue, the two men felt embarrassed and depressed.

As soon as he left the house of the Minister of Revenue, he received a message from the Chief Academician.

What? That little girl actually entered the palace?

And let the Minister of Works supervise the construction of the blackboard podium?

How much does the emperor value her?

Do they really want to be on equal footing with a yellow-haired girl?

At this time, the campus was bustling with people, and all the students gathered at the classroom door, pointing and talking at the big blackboard.

"What is this black board for?"

"I guess it's used for sticking writing paper on it. Just stick the written paper on it."

"It looks like something used in magic to me. During the Ghost Festival, I saw street performers performing with a big blackboard, conjuring up living people."

"Ah? Really? We're here to learn how to govern a country, not to learn how to perform acrobatics?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, Dr. Song is here."

"Ah, where is it? Where is it? Which one is Dr. Song?"

Song Jinxiu looked at a tall student in front of her, searching from above her head to behind her.

Song Jinxiu couldn't help but grin. She pushed away the person blocking her way and strode into the classroom.

In the classroom, the blackboard has been prepared, and the podium is made of stone and polished smooth. There is a desk in front of the podium.

Everything was done according to Song Jinxiu's requirements.

Song Jinxiu was very satisfied.

She jumped onto the podium in two or three steps and raised her little hand.

"Ding ding ding," the gong was struck.

The gong sounded and everything suddenly became quiet.

The bronze gong from Songjia Village is still more useful. Song Jinxiu nodded with satisfaction.