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

After the emperor and his ministers conspired for a while, the Minister of Works was summoned into the palace by His Majesty.

Lu Qiaoshou, the Minister of Works, was ordered to build a glass factory.

In order to facilitate the acquisition of materials, the glass factory was built near the quartz mine.

Lu Qiaoshou felt like he was scratching his head. How could this broken stone be made into glass or a glass cup?

It’s not like an immortal can turn stones into gold, how could this be possible?

He studied the stone for several days but still couldn't figure it out.

Song Jinfang's teahouse was packed with people, and the storyteller was telling "Journey to the West" in a vivid manner.

Song Jinxiu and her brother were also sitting upstairs listening to the story.

"My little sister told me that there have been some hooligans causing trouble these past few days. I had someone investigate and it seems the people from the Tianshui Teahouse on the next street did it on purpose."

"Well, it's okay. The people from the Imperial City Bureau are nearby. If anyone causes trouble again today, we'll just have them send them to the government office."

Ever since the storytelling of "Journey to the West", my sister's teahouse business has been booming, which inevitably arouses jealousy.

Several teahouse and restaurant owners tried to poach the storyteller, but unfortunately, he had no manuscripts on hand.

After returning empty-handed from the storyteller, he decided to set his sights on the teahouse?

Sure enough, as soon as the storyteller finished today's segment, someone immediately started to make a fuss, shouting that it was not enough and asked the storyteller to continue.

Then he started banging the table and teacups.

Song Chun angrily slammed the table and was about to go downstairs, but Song Jinxiu stopped him and said, "Brother, don't be impatient. The more serious the disturbance, the easier it will be to punish you."

"What are you doing? Making trouble in public, are you dying? Come, send these people to the Jingzhao Yin."

Wei Qidong, dressed in military uniform, strode in with a dozen royal guards.

The young general was full of heroic spirit. When he stood there, the hall suddenly fell silent.

The ruffian didn't even dare to shout loudly, and was carried away with his head down.

Wei Qidong glanced at everyone, then bowed to Song Jinxiu upstairs.

Song Jinxiu quickly bowed in return, "Thank you, General Wei."

Wei Qidong waved his hand at the steward and said, "Go ahead and do what you need to do. I'll have the Imperial Guards pay more attention to this area when they patrol. I wonder who dares to cause trouble for no reason and disrupt the peace in the capital."

The Royal Guards went out in unison to perform their patrol mission.

Song Chunsheng looked at the Royal Guards' tight uniform with a hint of envy.

When Song Jinxiu saw her brother's expression, her eyes couldn't help but flash.

"Brother, what is your ideal?"

Song Chunsheng came back to his senses, "Ideal, I just want my family to be well and see you happy."

Song Jinxiu sighed, "Brother, I'm a princess now, and I can support our family in the future. Just think about it, do you want to be the richest man in the world? The leader of the martial arts world? Or a powerful general?"

"Puff," Song Chunsheng almost choked on his own saliva. He knocked his sister's head helplessly, "You are so arrogant."

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "As for an ideal, of course it has to be big enough to be called an ideal. Just tell me about it."

Song Chunsheng's eyes flickered, and thinking of the majestic Imperial Guards, he said, "Men naturally want to achieve great things, defend their country, and become a great general.

Of course I did too. When I was little, I even dreamed of joining the army when I grew up and rising from a fireman to a general.

"Oh, join the army!"

At your age, it's the perfect time for you to join the army, but fighting is very dangerous.

But the Royal Guards should be much safer.

After all, the Imperial Guards are responsible for guarding the imperial city. If the Imperial Guards are really used, the country will be doomed soon.

"I'll ask General Wei later how they recruit people for the Imperial Guard. If it's possible, I'll go and become a Royal Guard first. Is that okay?"

Song Chunsheng hesitated and said, "But what should we do with this mess?"

"Just leave it to someone reliable. Look at Jinfang, has she ever been to her teahouse? And those noble families, they have great wealth and power, and they are officials in the court. Who has the energy to do it themselves?"

"This is all our hard work. I wouldn't feel comfortable handing it over to anyone else, even our own people."

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "The public should cultivate the public clan, and the family should cultivate the family clan, so that they can be connected with each other through work and benefit from each other.

Brother, what is a tribe? We thrive together, and we suffer together. We complement each other.

If they can benefit from our influence, they can naturally be used by us. As long as you stand high enough, no one will dare to betray you."

"Family can be a burden, a constraint, or a support. If trained well, they can become your best right-hand men.

Especially in this era where nine generations of a family can be implicated, if the family cannot be abandoned, then let them become helpers.

Although a bird is as light as a swallow and can fly high, it will be powerless to withstand the wind and rain.

What if it’s a roc?

The tribe is a roc, the tribe members are the feathers on the roc, and we are the head of the bird.

Brother, what we need to do is to make every feather healthy and strong.

Only in this way can the great roc soar up to ninety thousand miles when it catches the wind one day.

Song Chunsheng felt his heart suddenly shaken, as if a skylight had opened, and his brows relaxed.

"When the great roc soars with the wind, it can reach a height of ninety thousand miles. Sister, I will always remember this."

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Well, brother, don't worry, just do whatever you want. We were born in this era and met a wise king. If you don't contribute to Cangwu, you will be ashamed of yourself for coming to this world!"

Dr. Song nodded and said, "Okay, my sister will help His Majesty solve problems in the court, and I will go to the military camp to defend our country."

The brother and sister were in high spirits and talked about their ideal of serving the country with loyalty.

After showing her loyalty to her brother, Song Jinxiu caught a glimpse of a figure walking away from the door. Only then did she smile and go home with her brother.

In the palace.

After hearing Zhu Beichen's report, Liu Renxiu couldn't help but twitch his lips.

The public should cultivate the public clan, and the family should cultivate the family clan, so that they can be connected with each other through work and benefit from each other. This is also normal.

But comparing the tribesmen to feathers...

This girl always has different ideas in her mind.

Think about this girl's recent behavior.

First she reformed mathematics, and then she wanted to build an observatory.

The Ministry of Revenue has a soybean oil workshop.

The Ministry of Industry built a glass factory.

Are you training my six ministries as feathers?

So what's her next goal?

There is also the saying "As long as you stand high enough, no one will dare to betray you."

What does she want to do? How high is high enough?

As soon as Song Jinxiu arrived home, she received a message that the emperor asked her to enter the palace for an audience.

Song Jinxiu didn't know what had happened and hurried into the palace.

Emperor Liu Renxiu looked at her with a half-smile and asked directly, "You compare my people to the feathers of a roc? Are you also training my six ministries like feathers?"

Song Jinxiu blinked, scratched her head, then turned and glared at Zhu Beichen: "Master Zhu, you are so dishonest. You eavesdrop on people's conversations and love to gossip."

Zhu Beichen: My job is to eavesdrop and tell tales.

Liu Renxiu knocked on the table and said, "Stop talking about other things. If you don't explain yourself clearly today, Mr. Song, don't have any dinner."

The little girl is outspoken and dares to say anything. If she is not taught a lesson today, will she know how serious the consequences of "the mouth can cause trouble"?

Alas! This child has no parents to look after him, and he's incredibly clever. He truly cherishes this child. I hope he grows up safely and smoothly.

Song Jinxiu: What did I say? Why can't I eat?

"Your Majesty, it's all right if you understand it that way. Then our Cangwu is a giant roc, but the six parts are not feathers, but the skeleton that grows the feathers. The common people are the feathers of this bird.

I have tried my best to make this roc's skeleton plump and its feathers shiny. Your Majesty should reward me, but why won't you let me eat?"

Liu Renxiu looked at her, staring into her eyes. He slammed the table and said sternly, "But the head of this Peng bird is you. Where did you put me?"