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

"Clang clang clang."

The old patriarch struck the gong in his son's hand with his crutch, and everyone fell silent when they heard the sound of the gong.

The old patriarch cleared his throat, pressed his hand down to appease everyone, and then said:

"Xiu girl has already agreed with me and Song Kang about opening a private school."

Song Kang is the name of the village head.

"Girl, you think long-term! He told me that even if we're poor, we can't let our children's education go to waste. For the betterment of our clan, literacy is a major priority for our Song family. So, no matter how difficult it is, we have to open this private school."

Village head: I thought you could memorize what the girl said? Humph! If that's the case, I can do it too.

With the old patriarch's affirmation, everyone finally believed that Jinxiu's words about allowing the village children to go to school for free were true.

The noise and excitement were still there, and the village aunts and ladies surrounded Song Jinxiu and scolded her.

"Hey kid, why are you so greedy? Your money didn't just fall from the sky, so why don't you know how to use it?"

"That's right. Even a bunch of gentlemen can't do something as big as opening a private school. Why do you care about these naughty monkeys?"

"Right, right, right. Whoever's son it is, should worry about him. Embroidery, when you have money in the future, keep it for yourself. We won't give it to anyone else to spend, okay?"

These aunts and grandmas! Song Jinxiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The men who were pushed to the periphery by a group of old women looked at each other.

"Hurry up and tell your wife to shut up! If Xiu-ya-chan is really persuaded, our son will have to remain blind."

"I'm so ashamed. I'm a man of seven feet tall, but I still have to rely on Xiu Ya to raise my son. From now on, Xiu Ya is my own daughter."

Song Sanzhu, who was squeezed into the corner by the crowd: That’s my own daughter.

Widow Sun left Songjia Village in a dejected and dusty state.

Her original yard suddenly became lively.

When Widow Sun left, she smashed all the doors and windows, so those who were cleaning the yard cleaned the yard, and those who were tidying up the doors and windows cleaned up the doors and windows.

Those who have children at home are even more active, fearing that if they do less, their children will not be able to go to school.

"Hey, hey, I'll be busy with this later. Is there anything else I haven't said?"

The village head is worried. He still hasn't found a private school teacher. When will this yard be cleaned up? Let's talk about the oil pressing first.

The old patriarch tapped him with his cane. "You're old and unskilled, why are you in such a hurry? Leave this matter to Xiu girl. Quickly harness the carriage and go find Lian boy. He's familiar with the people at Kunshan Academy. See if he can introduce a teacher to us."

Instead of doing what he should do, he always wants to steal the limelight from Xiu Yatou. He really has no tact.

The Lian boy mentioned by the old patriarch was the son-in-law of the village head's eldest daughter. He opened a calligraphy and painting shop at the entrance of Kunshan Academy. He only interacted with scholars.

The village head refused to give up, "Dad, I'll go after I've made arrangements."

"What are you arranging? Do you understand or does the girl understand?"

"Of course Jinxiu knows the most about oil pressing, but I have to make some arrangements with this person. I also have to choose a place and make the tools, right?"

The old patriarch glared at him: "There are only so many people. Take it one step at a time. Don't I have you? Go find the master first. When you come back, the family will be almost settled."

The old father urged him again and again, and the village head had no choice but to tell his youngest son, "Qingshu, go and harness the cart."

"Dad, where's Fuquan?"

Isn’t it usually Fuquan who drives the car?

Qingshu was also very excited. His son was ten years old in age and had only studied in a private school for half a year. Later, he had a fight with his classmates and was beaten with a stick by the teacher. He cried and made a fuss and refused to go there again.

Now Xiu'er has opened a private school near her home. This child can study there for a few more years. Maybe he can even become an accountant?

There are many people who share the same idea as Qingshu.

Village head: "Why are you looking for him? He's busier than me right now."

The head of the village glared at his son angrily. He had no time to spare since everyone was so busy.

The head of the village looked at Ping'an and said, "It seems that this kid has to learn how to drive a cart. I will have my own driver in the future and I won't rely on anyone else."

After sending his son away, the old patriarch waved at Song Jinxiu with a smile.

"Your second master has gone to see the teacher. I don't know how to press oil in this academy. Embroidery, look at this mess, what should I do?"

The old patriarch pounded his waist and said, "Ah, I'm old now. I don't have that energy anymore."

Song Jinxiu saw it and hurried over to help him, "Grandpa, Tiedan and I will help you go back. There are so many uncles here, it won't be difficult to clean up the two study rooms."

The old patriarch waved his hand and asked, "We are setting up an oil press. Your second master is not here. Do you have any rules?"

"Oh, we need to make the tools first, and also stock up on the raw materials."

The old patriarch said quickly, "Then why are you still standing there? Just tell them to get started. The sooner they produce oil, the sooner they can make money!"

Song Jinxiu frowned, "Grandpa, this important link requires reliable people. If we want to make money for a long time, this technology must be kept secret.

Of course, all the uncles and aunts in our village are good, but there are those who can't stop talking after a few drinks, and there are also those whose wives are partial to their parents' families. These all need to be taken into consideration.

I have no idea who to use and who not to use. And where to build the workshop is something that Second Grandpa has to worry about. Let’s wait until Second Grandpa comes back. There’s no rush.”

This girl has considered everything very comprehensively and doesn't even need him to remind her.

The old patriarch was even more satisfied.

"Your second grandfather needs two days. When he left, he said that this matter is left to you."

Song Jinxiu looked at the old patriarch's hopeful eyes and nodded, "Okay, I'll do it."

But the shouts of the men and the screams of the women and children were so powerful, loud and noisy.

She shouted twice, but her voice was drowned out because it was too noisy.

The old patriarch handed her the gong and said, "Beat the gong!"

"Ding ding ding,"

When the gong sounded, everyone suddenly quieted down and looked at her curiously.

Song Jinxiu then said, "Uncle Qingshan, Uncle Huozi, Uncle Qi, Brother Fatty... come here."

Those who were named by her quickly put down their work, walked over to look at the old patriarch, and waited for his instructions.

After all, the rule of Songjia Village is: when the gong sounds, it is either the village head or the clan leader.

The old patriarch spread his hands innocently and said, "Don't look at me. It was Xiu's daughter who called you."

Song Jinxiu knew that if she wanted these men to work with peace of mind, she had to let them see hope.

It is impossible for the whole village to visit her own oil press workshop. After all, some things must be kept secret, right?

So, the people she picked out were the ones she considered the best at the moment, and the ones she was going to entrust with important tasks.

Then he took these dozen people to visit his oil pressing workshop, letting them see soybean oil and eat meatballs.

"My dear uncles and brothers, this is the oil press I mentioned. Do you think this soybean oil can be sold for money? If the price is half that of lard, can it be sold?"

"Yes, absolutely." Fat Head wanted to jump up with excitement.

Fatty's father also said, "I didn't expect that soybeans can actually produce oil. Although it's not as fragrant as lard, it's half the price of lard. If it were me, I would definitely buy soybean oil."

Huozi said, "Now I believe that Jinxiu's promise to let my son go to school for free is true."

With this oil mill, supporting a private school is no problem at all.

Everyone nodded.

They all thought the same thing, thinking that Jinxiu was just opening a private school on a whim. He was a kind-hearted kid who wanted to spend any money he had on his fellow villagers.

They all thought that when their children go to school, they cannot go for nothing, so they should give as much subsidy as they can and not bully the obedient children.

They felt that not stopping Jinxiu from opening a private school was bullying.

They are all selfish. Their own sons can't afford to go to school, but they are waiting to take advantage of the situation. Isn't this bullying?