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

"Look at you, why are you running? Where are the etiquette you learned from Nanny Lin?" Song Jinxiu glared at her.

Song Jinfang chuckled: "Hehehe, isn't it because Nanny Lin is not here?"

Nanny Lin came in with a tray and said, "Second Miss, etiquette must be ingrained in your bones. That way, even in an emergency, you won't lose your composure."

Song Jinfang nodded quickly, took the tray, and said with a smile, "Yes, Ma'am, that's what you said. Huh? Ma'am, your skin is getting better and better. How come it looks even younger than mine?"

Nanny Lin laughed and said, "You are so talkative again. How old am I? How can I compare to the second young lady's skin, which is as green as green onions?

This old servant has been using the box of facial cream that Madam gave you. I heard it’s the Second Young Lady’s newly developed anti-freckle cream. The effect is really good.”

"If you like it, Mammy, I'll give you a few more boxes later."

"Then I, this old servant, would like to thank the Second Young Lady first."

As they chatted and laughed, Song Jinxiu picked up the newspaper her sister handed her and took a look at it.

"Pfft," she couldn't help laughing.

"The Saint's Dream Record"? Are you planning to write a novel as well?

But looking at the contents of the newspaper, the headline is the weather forecast, and then looking below, the saint appeared in the dream, the Cui family...

This is definitely the Cui family’s credit!

Song Jinxiu raised an eyebrow. The Saint had been dead for decades. Was he just bluffing by bringing out the ancestor? Or was he trying to train Cui Zixuan to be the next Saint?

"Sister, is she deliberately going against us?"

"Humph! Ours forecasts the weather for seven days, while theirs only forecasts three. They're not very capable, yet they still sound very high-sounding.

It is said that the Cui family knows what they know and admits what they don’t know, and they never tell lies.

It seems like if we predict for a few more days, we would be cheating.”

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "It's okay. There are many uncertainties in the weather, and the weather forecast is just a forecast. No one can guarantee that it will be accurate every time.

Having this newspaper from the Cui family is actually a good thing. It gives the common people an additional reference."

In fact, if the Cui family had started such a newspaper earlier, she wouldn't have thought of doing it herself.

She could understand the Cui family's mentality. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory, predicting rain and clouds, and deducing astrological signs, how mysterious was that?

As a result, when I arrived, I lifted the veil of mystery from them.

That Cui Qiu must be trying every possible way to get back at someone!

Let him be. As long as he doesn't go too far, everyone should just do their job. If he is blind, then the position of the director of the Imperial Observatory should be replaced.

Otherwise, let’s see if senior brother’s eldest disciple is qualified?

Didn't he say he'd already arrived in the capital? Could he be cleaning up the mess his evil disciples had made?

At the morning court session, the Minister of Rites, Cheng Gui, said anxiously, "Sir Song, back then in the court, in front of His Majesty and all the civil and military officials, you said with your own mouth that you would take as many sheep as you could get. Is that true?"

Song Jinxiu nodded.

The Minister of War said, "Sir Song, during the negotiations, I sent you a letter over 800 miles. You said you could eat 100,000 of them. I have the letter with me!"

"Yes, that's true." Song Jinxiu nodded again.

Cheng Gui nodded. "I know about this, too. I was being conservative and only asked for 80,000. But now you're saying you only want 10,000. This, this is no joke, is it?"

"Yes, Master Song, if you hadn't said you wanted as much as you wanted, we wouldn't have dared to make the decision."

"Of course, mutton has a strong smell. We Cangwu people don't like the taste. Even if we give it to the common people, no one will want it."

Minister of War Zhou Kunran snorted coldly, "Hmph, Lord Song, this isn't just playing house. You can't go back on your word!"

Aren't you rich? You donated millions of taels without hesitation, but you stole the show. Now you want to regret it, no way.

"Sir Song, if you don't want this sheep, you will be guilty of deceiving the emperor!" Pingyang Marquis Chenpi said sarcastically.

Song Jinxiu looked at them in disbelief. "When did I say I didn't want them? I just asked for 10,000 first, and the rest would be given to me in a month. What? Is there a problem?"

Zhou Kunran blew his beard and glared, "This is a huge problem. You want 10,000 now, but what about the remaining 70,000? Are we going to help you raise them?"

The amount of fodder for 70,000 heads is not a small amount. Can you afford it?

Besides, when the weather gets cold, where can we keep them? If they freeze to death, who will be responsible?"

Song Jinxiu looked at him as if he were a fool. "Ha, Lord Zhou, if you can't even handle such a small matter, I doubt how you can be the Minister of War."

"You...you think our military department belongs to you?"

This is really heartbreaking.

Everyone looked at the emperor who was sitting on the dragon throne and watching the fun calmly.

Song Jinxiu raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean? You're so stupid! You can't let the Beirong people help raise it for a month?"

Everyone: Let them raise it? The Beirong people are not stupid, right?

"Haha, haha, Lord Song's words are really interesting. The transaction is completed. One hand gives grain and the other hand gives sheep. But you are thick-skinned and shamelessly ask others to help you raise the sheep. Will they be willing?" Zhou Kunran was so angry that he laughed.

Song Jinxiu smiled.

"You still have the nerve to smile?"

"Ahem," Song Jinxiu covered her mouth with the back of her hand to hide her smile.

She was afraid that if she laughed too loudly, she would anger Zhou Kunran to death.

After coughing twice, Song Jinxiu asked, "Master Zhou, Master Cheng, when we deliver the grain, do they inspect it?"

Cheng Gui said, "Of course, we need to inspect the goods."

"Shall we inspect the goods?"

"Of course."

Song Jinxiu spread her hands and said, "That's settled, isn't it? They inspect the goods, so naturally we have to inspect them too. You wouldn't want any sick, weak, or messy sheep, would you?"

Zhou Kunran glared: "We are not fools."

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Well, Lord Zhou is very smart."

Everyone: Is this a compliment to the child? Or is this a sarcastic remark?

Then, Song Jinxiu said seriously, "Then why don't you slowly examine it? Sheep are animals, not food. They have height, weight, hair, facial features, heart, liver, lungs..."

Everyone:...

Song Jinxiu glanced at everyone and said, "There are so many things to check."

Zhou Kunran stared at Song Jinxiu in disbelief. "Do you think your sheep are human? You asked the imperial physician to examine your sheep? Can you really think of that?"

Song Jinxiu gave him an unhappy look. "Master Zhou, did I say to ask the imperial physician to examine the sheep? Which of our common doctors or veterinarians wouldn't be able to do the job? Besides, as long as the sheep aren't sick, wouldn't it be a formality?"

"We'll just send two people over to inspect them slowly. With 80,000 sheep, it'll take at least a month to deliver. During that time, they'll naturally have to take care of the sheep's food, drink, and toilet needs, right?"

Everyone: Is this possible?

Cheng Gui bowed to Song Jinxiu and said, "That's indeed a good idea. Sir Song is indeed a child prodigy."

Song Jinxiu waved her hands and said, "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. I'm just a little smart."

Everyone:...

Eighty thousand sheep is indeed not a small number. Song Jinxiu wrote another letter to the old patriarch.

This time, we need women with skillful hands and hunters who can tannage furs.

The wool from the sheep is shorn, cleaned, twisted into ropes, and woven into sweaters. This is another profitable sideline business in Songjia Village.

Song Jinxiu took the time to teach her mother and Zhang's mother needlework, and then gave her a complete book of sweater knitting patterns. Then her mother led a group of women to figure it out.

Tian Xinghua, with her big belly, was happily discussing knitting sweaters with her fellow villagers. The pregnancy spots on her face were all filled with joy.

Well, my mother is served every day, but I have never seen her so happy.

It seems that women have to have their own careers.