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

The Yu Jian Fen Fang shampoo workshop has also been expanded.

There is a side door on the east side of the Song family compound. There is an open roof outside the courtyard wall, and inside there is a row of large iron pots used to make soapnut water.

On the east side of the courtyard, three workshops were built, which were used by the servants in the house to perform the later processing.

My brother's winery is also recruiting workers, and the Three Heroes wine has been sold to the provincial capital.

Zhang's mother is very busy now. She has become a versatile salesperson. Not only does she sell shampoo, she also helps advertise her brother's Three Heroes wine.

Song Jinxiu originally wanted her to stay at home. She could invest in a breeding farm and let her be in charge of it. After all, the lees from the winery and the oil cake residue from the oil press are both good feed.

But Zhang's mother said that she just liked to go out and run around. She had been trapped in the mountains for most of her life. Now she could get out and make money, and she liked it this way.

Seeing that she was indeed full of energy and looked younger and younger as she ran, Song Jinxiu just let her go.

My mother has already started to react to her pregnancy and feels like vomiting everything she eats.

Zhang's mother paid for a midwife to take care of her during pregnancy.

Everything is in order.

Song Jinxiu locked herself in her room and began to write the villagers' convention.

She was racking her brains to think of how to write it.

Yingchun said at the door: "Miss, the master is here."

"Uncle? Come in and sit down."

Zhang Bangchui was wearing a brand new lake blue robe and had a smile on his fair face.

Oh, this stepfather has grown quite a bit fatter now thanks to my mother's care. He walks with a gentle and elegant demeanor, and his ink scent emanates a scholarly air. He's completely different from the first time I met him.

Zhang Bangchui: "Jinxiu, is there anything I can do?"

Song Jinxiu: "What's wrong? Is someone gossiping again?"

Because everyone in their family, young and old, male and female, was busy with work, only Zhang Bangchui stayed in his room and studied hard.

Some aunts and sisters who didn't know what was going on started to meddle in other people's business and came to lecture their stepfather.

They said that as a man, he had to do any kind of work.

This forced Song Jinxiu to pull her mother and comfort her stepfather for a long time.

"No, haha, I'm not a child. I know what's important. I just finished a policy paper recently and I'm a little tired. It's just right for me to help you with it for a few days and rest my brain."

Song Jinxiu glanced at him, pointed at the things in her hand and said, "Uncle, you're here just in time. Let's ask Uncle to write this village. I'm really worried about all the nitpicking."

Zhang Bangchui glanced at the words on the table and asked, "What are your requests?"

Song Jinxiu thought for a moment and said, "Of course the first rule is to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, obey the law, and protect the family business. This is everyone's responsibility."

These slogans need to be shouted out.

Because she needs to build momentum.

In the past, she always thought that having money could lead to a good life.

I think as long as my family is healthy, has enough money to spend, and has food and drink, everything is great.

Even if he wanted his stepfather to pass the imperial examination and become an official, it was only so that he could be qualified to raise horses. After all, traveling by horse-drawn carriage was still convenient.

All her starting points are just to make herself comfortable.

However, the powerful class taught her a lesson.

The county magistrate's daughter's deep-seated contempt made her realize her mistake.

This reminded her of Shen Wansan.

Even if one is as rich as a nation, what good will it do? Won't one still end up losing everything and spilling blood?

So, money is not omnipotent, the combination of money and power is supreme.

What's the point of living comfortably? Living freely is the best.

So, she wanted to liberate the serfs and sing, she wanted to be the master, she wanted to turn the hands to make rain and clouds.

Money has never been a problem for her; her current shortcoming is power.

So, she needs to build momentum.

For every step forward in the future, the leadership spirit of the Song family must be at the highest level.

Loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. In this era of monarchical centralization, the Song family was labeled with this label, which would have an unexpected effect on the future path of the family's children in the imperial examinations.

She just didn't believe that if someone in the family became an official in the future, she would still be bullied and not dare to fight back.

Thinking of this, Song Jinxiu smiled and said:

"When my uncle passes the imperial examination in the future, someone from above will come to review his information. These slogans are just for show. They need to be high-sounding and at the same time be in line with our status as ordinary people.

I have written down a few of the specific contents of the village rules and regulations...

Anyway, uncle, just watch and write it. After you finish, I will discuss it with the village head.

Zhang Bangchui said, "Okay."

Watching Zhang Bangchui leave with the draft he had just written, Song Jinxiu opened her mouth and wanted to talk to him about the floating tickets.

Think about it and forget it.

Although Su Mo made a solemn promise, it hadn't been done yet. What if he couldn't do it?

Xiao Qiusheng became a teacher, and the private school suddenly exploded. Xiao Qiusheng pretended to be modest and said, "I still have a lot to learn, I have to prepare lessons quickly."

In fact, the proud rooster living in his heart is already yelling "Oh oh oh"!

This was the scene Song Jinxiu saw when she came in.

When the children saw her come in, they all shouted, "Sister Jinxiu, Sister Jinxiu."

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "Let me tell you something. From now on, the teachers for the adult literacy classes should be from among the students of our private school, okay?"

"Okay, Sister Jinxiu, choose me. I have the best relationship with Qiu Sheng."

"Choose me, Sister Jinxiu, my handwriting is the best."

Song Jinxiu raised her hand and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"From now on, the top scorer in the weekly exam will be the teacher of the next week's adult literacy class. This includes Qiu Sheng. If someone doesn't perform well on the exam, they will have to be replaced."

"Okay," a group of children said in a particularly loud voice.

Song Jinxiu smiled again and raised the paper and pen in her hand, saying, "There's a bonus for being a teacher."

The children jumped up and down, "Okay,"

Song Jinxiu: "Also, the adult literacy class has weekly exams. Whoever gets first place will get a reward. So when you have time at home, you can also encourage them to learn to read."

"Okay, okay, okay." The children's laughter broke through the sky.

Song Jinxiu glanced towards the ancestral hall and smiled as she asked Old Fifth Master, who was standing behind her watching the fun, "Old Fifth Master, I used to want our ancestors to hear the sound of their clansmen reading aloud every day. Now, will it be too noisy and disturb their sweet dreams?"

Old Fifth Master smiled and said, "No, the ancestral hall is where our ancestors are worshipped. If you want to rest, you can go back to the ancestral tomb and rest."

The grandfather and grandson were chatting and laughing, pointing at the group of children. Old Fifth said, "This naughty boy from your seventh uncle's family, he climbs up the roof and fishes in the river, but he just doesn't like to study. He was beaten up by your seventh uncle yesterday, otherwise I don't know where he would go today."

Old Fifth Master asked, "Xiu, go talk to him later. I think you're the only one who can listen to him."

Ever since Song Jinxiu opened this private school, the children in the village almost obey her every word.

Song Jinxiu looked at the child that Old Fifth Master mentioned.

Song Xiaofan, the grandson of Old Fifth Master, was seven years old and the same age as Qiu Sheng, but he was a head taller than Qiu Sheng and as strong as a little tiger.

At this moment, he was showing boxing gestures to the child beside him.