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

Zhang Zihan spent two days trying to make Tian Xinghua smile. Yingchun said she and Zhang's mother were busy making tiger-head shoes for their unborn child.

Because the toe of the shoe is shaped like a tiger's head, it is said that it can ward off evil spirits when worn by children.

Song Jinxiu was relieved then, and drew a pig-head shoe and sent it over.

Be busy, be busy, when you are busy you won’t have any random thoughts.

As for the scumbag dad, he has been very busy these two days.

He secretly rented an inn for Song Shuangwu and the others, and hired a eunuch to treat their injuries.

Song Jinxiu did not order anyone to kill them, so the injuries to these people were not serious.

Except for Song Shuangwu, everyone else was full of energy and vitality within two days.

So, Song Sanzhu prepared to hire a carriage to send a few people back.

"Why go back? We can't even afford to eat at home, and you're enjoying the good food here. What's wrong with that? Isn't it enough to just watch your sister get beaten? Are you planning to let us die of starvation without helping us?"

Song Shuangwu glared at Song Sanzhu. Her third brother was so cruel that he actually let San Ya beat her.

Speaking of San Ya, she remembered the look of that bitch again, which was cruel, ruthless, cold and strange.

He couldn't help but shudder. Was this still the San Ya he knew? Could she be possessed by some demon?

Song Sanzhu: "Can you please stop being so unreasonable? If you hadn't offended my daughter's mother, would I have ignored you?"

"Bah, a slut, and you won't let me say anything?"

"Shut up! I think thirty lashes is too light. If you want to die, don't take me with you. Here are fifty taels. Take it. Return it if you want. But don't come to me again."

Song Sanzhu waved his sleeves and left angrily.

This elder sister is outspoken. I'd better stay away from her, otherwise I will be implicated by her sooner or later.

After listening to the report from Treasure Hunter Junjun, Song Jinxiu snorted coldly and ordered: "From now on, any member of the Song family who comes here will not be allowed to enter."

This family is rotten from the root, including Song Sanzhu, none of them are good people.

You even took out fifty taels. Is it because you have too much money to burn?

Tian Xinghua moved to the next door, and Zhang Zihan also built a large yard for Xiao Qiu Sheng.

Song Sanzhu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

So he no longer cared about Song Shuangwu and the others, and focused on pleasing Xiao Qiu Sheng.

Suddenly, a spring breeze arrives, bringing thousands of pear trees into bloom. A heavy snowfall arrives as expected. Business at Pleasant Goat Hot Pot Restaurant is booming.

However, the business of Pleasant Goat Hotpot Restaurant was so good that even at the morning court, the civil and military officials could not hide the sour smell of envy and jealousy on their bodies.

"Master Song, you made a lot of money this time, right?"

"That's right, I heard that your family's money is all transported by cart. Is that true?"

"Hey, Master Song, if you eat meat, you should at least give us some soup, right?"

Song Jinxiu smiled and bowed to everyone one by one, saying very humbly, "Thank you very much, thank you very much. I was gritting my teeth and paying out of my own pocket to help you with your worries, but I didn't expect that God would bless me. My business is doing quite well, huh?"

Everyone: What do you mean by "not bad"? That's pretty good, right?

Pingyang Hou couldn't help but snorted and said maliciously:

"Hmph! Lord Song is so calculating, buying the curly-wool sheep from the Northern Rong at a low price. You're cheating the court out of money and enriching your own pockets. You're so unkind at such a young age!"

Song Jinxiu nodded. "Marquis Pingyang is right. So, I propose that we add an additional two taels of silver in value-added tax to each sheep purchased from the Northern Rong."

Seeing the darkening face of Marquis Pingyang, she said modestly, "Thank you, Marquis Pingyang, for reminding me that the imperial court's money cannot be embezzled. Isn't that right, old Marquis?"

Pingyang Hou gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, he just opened two mutton hotpot restaurants. He is ready to get a piece of the pie. If the cost of the sheep goes up, how can he make money?"

It’s hard to say, since he was the one who brought this up.

Looking at the changeable expression of Pingyang Hou, Song Jinxiu smiled: You little brat, your people come to the door of my hot pot restaurant every day to solicit people to steal business, do you think I don’t know?

Pingyang Hou gritted his teeth and said, "Oh, Lord Song has made a lot of money, and now he thinks of adding value-added tax. What about the sheep you bought before?"

Song Jinxiu glanced at him, then said to the emperor righteously:

"Your Majesty, I have brought all the VAT I had to pay on the sheep I bought previously."

As he spoke, he handed the small box in his arms to Eunuch Hai, "Here is 160,000 taels of value-added tax. Eunuch Hai, please check it."

Everyone: They came prepared!

Indeed, Song Jinxiu had a purpose.

"Your Majesty, with the heavy snow and severe cold, it is inevitable that some people will suffer. The court should set up a relief fund in your name. Set up porridge stalls to let the people know that your Majesty loves the people like your own children, thinks about the people's needs, and provides them with the best care."

The rich have wine and meat, while the poor freeze to death on the streets. No matter which dynasty, the gap between the rich and the poor exists.

As an official appointed by the court and the first-rank Princess Kangle, Song Jinxiu began to govern the country and plead for the people.

Liu Renxiu nodded with satisfaction, his heart warmed. His beloved Song was still the best. His heart and eyes were filled with him, the emperor.

There were snow disasters every year, and noble families, officials and wealthy families would set up soup kitchens to save the people from disaster.

But no one thought of setting up a soup kitchen in the name of the emperor. Which family didn't pay for their own good reputation?

Only his beloved minister Song paid 160,000 taels out of his own pocket to open a soup kitchen and set up a relief fund, but it was in the name of him, the emperor.

Only my beloved Lord Song is truly willing to share my worries.

"Okay, Lord Song, you will be fully responsible for this matter."

After that, he continued, "Let the Imperial City Bureau and the Royal Guards help you, and let these stinky men do the heavy and dirty work. You're a girl, so make sure you keep warm and don't catch a cold."

He also signaled to Eunuch Hai to give her his hand warmer as a reward.

Holding the hand warmer, Song Jinxiu said gratefully, "Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. Your Majesty loves the people like your own children. I am willing to sacrifice my life for you."

Everyone: Isn’t this too biased?

What? She's a girl, so she gets preferential treatment as an official?

Do they have no status just because they are a "stinky man"?

Eunuch Hai's eyes flashed and he sighed.

Others may not understand His Majesty's intentions, but he can see them clearly.

Princess Kangle has won the heart of His Majesty, and His Majesty feels sorry for her!

Therefore, when he gave Song Jinxiu a hand warmer, he specially replaced the charcoal with new one.

With the help of Wei Qidong and Zhu Beichen, the porridge shed was quickly built. As for the relief funds, it was handed over to Lord Sun, the prefect of Jingzhao.

In the suburbs of Beijing, in the name of His Majesty, Song Jinxiu set up an orphanage and a disability relief center.

The reason why we use our own money and do things in the name of Your Majesty is because Your Majesty's name is easy to use.

First, he didn't have to worry about being impeached for abusing his power for personal gain, and he could win over the people. Second, he wanted to cling to His Majesty's thighs.

What she wanted to be was a powerful official, not a jester.

Since ancient times, jesters have never had a good ending, and most powerful officials also did not have a good end.

Whether it was the corrupt official Heshen or the powerful minister Zhang Juzheng, they all ended up in tragedy.

The reason why it is a tragedy is simply that it affects your interests.

Therefore, she had to put the emperor's interests first, or at least make the emperor think so.

The busy days passed quickly, and one day someone came to report: Jindan Pharmacy was sued.