Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Jiang Mingzhu's eyes became hot and tears fell down.

She knew in her heart how difficult it was to get into the girls' school run by the princess's mansion.

All the girls there are from wealthy and powerful families. If they go there to study, they will be able to speak with more confidence among the noble ladies in the capital in the future.

She never thought that Bai Wanwan would spend so much time on her. Her throat tightened as she said, "Wanwan, I really don't know how to thank you..."

Bai Wanwan said with a playful smile:

"What are you thanking me for? Try this!"

I had some freshly made milk tea with strawberries and grapes in it. It’s sour and sweet and delicious!”

She put the spoon into Jiang Mingzhu's hand and said:

"Don't look so sad! There's plenty of time to go!

There are people of the same age in the girls' school. Making more friends and living happily every day is better than anything else! "

Jiang Mingzhu shook her head and said, "How could those noble ladies take my words seriously? I just wanted to learn more by attending the girls' school."

Bai Wanwan nodded and said, "That's true. The girls' school in the Princess's Mansion isn't any good except that you can really learn something."

Ever since the teacher of the girls' school was punished a few years ago, the eldest princess has been very concerned about the girls' school.

Master Wang, who teaches poetry and prose, used to be a Hanlin scholar, and the emperor had invited him to lecture.

Nanny Zhou, who taught her daughter needlework, worked in the palace embroidery room for more than 20 years. She made funeral clothes for the empress dowager, and the flowers, birds, fish and insects she embroidered looked like real people.

Aunt Sun, who teaches etiquette, is a retired nanny from the palace. She has served three princesses in their weddings. She knows best how to walk and how to behave when meeting people.

There is also Madam Li who teaches arithmetic. She used to help her master manage the shop accounts. No matter how complicated the abacus beads are, she can figure it out clearly in just a few moves.

Zhiwei directly took out a few sets of clothes and said, "These clothes were made by my young lady, as well as these jewelry. Please keep them."

"No, this is enough trouble for you."

Bai Wanwan smiled and said:

"Sister, you will help me manage the farm in the future. Do you know how many farms I have?

Now I have 12 farms under my control, and I can hardly manage them all.”

Bai Wanwan was also helpless. Her favorite thing was to shop, and she would accidentally buy too much. The key was that after buying the things, she had no time to take care of them.

Jiang Mingzhu looked at Bai Wanwan and said, "I used to manage more than a dozen farms in the Jiang family..."

"what?"

Jiang Mingzhu's eyes were red and her voice was trembling:

"My grandmother is really capable. Her family is in business, and after marrying into the Jiang family, she was always looked down upon. But when it comes to managing the farm, no one can match her.

If she hadn't been keeping an eye on those farms, how could the Jiang family have gained a foothold in the business world?"

She bit her lip, her tone full of reluctance:

"As soon as my grandmother passed away, the Jiang family immediately took back all the farms.

In the past two years, the crop yields have declined, the managers have been corrupt, and the business has become a complete mess."

As Jiang Mingzhu spoke, tears welled up in her eyes:

“Before she left, my grandmother secretly gave me the farm’s account books and deeds, and repeatedly told me to keep them safe, as they would come in handy in the future.

She thought that as long as she managed the farm in good order, the Jiang family would recognize her contribution and give her a decent dowry when she got married.

But who knew it would turn out like this?"

So that's how it is. The Jiang family really looks down on others.

Bai Wanwan directly took out the information of all the farms and said, "These are all the farms under my name. Please help me manage them!"

Bai Wanwan naturally owns more than 12 farms. She probably has about 30 farms under her control now, and the other farms are all managed by someone.

These twelve manors belong to Gu Sinian, so it is just right to entrust them to Jiang Mingzhu.

Jiang Mingzhu took a look and felt relieved. She said to Bai Wanwan:

"These farms all have good foundations. Take the ebony farm for example. The wood there is all high-quality material. As long as you find the right buyer, you won't have any trouble selling it.

I know several timber merchants who used to do business with my grandmother. They have good reputations and offer fair prices.

Before she left, my grandmother repeatedly told me that the most important thing in managing a farm is to open up sales channels.

As long as you have a stable buyer, you won’t have to worry about losing money on the crops you grow and produce.”

Bai Wanwan nodded and said, "Then I'll leave these farms to you. I can also teach you some simple algorithms. Do you think it will be of any use to you?"

Bai Wanwan spread out the rice paper, dipped her fingertips in ink and drew a neat table. She explained the double-entry bookkeeping method as she wrote, and the tip of the pen made a rustling sound as it slid across the paper.

Jiang Mingzhu stared at the horizontal and vertical lines in the table, her pupils suddenly dilated.

Those complicated income and expenditure accounts became clear and orderly in the grids, and even the inventory gains and losses could be seen at a glance.

Jiang Mingzhu couldn't hide her excitement: "That's amazing! It used to take three days and three nights to reconcile the accounts, but this way, we can sort it out in a moment!"

Bai Wanwan wrote down the multiplication table again and recited softly, "One plus one equals one, one plus two equals two..."

When Jiang Mingzhu heard the phrase "seventy-seven forty-nine," her eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "It's so simple! If I use this formula, I can save a lot of time doing the monthly inventory!"

Jiang Mingzhu continued to hold the rice paper filled with mathematical formulas all night, muttering to herself.

It was not until the night watch drum sounded that she woke up from her dream. She carefully folded the paper and hid it in her sleeve, muttering to herself: "I must find an abacus tomorrow and try this magical algorithm..."

Bai Wanwan had fallen asleep early, and early the next morning, she called everyone around her in.

Bai Wanwan took out the map from last night and said, "Send spies to check out the places on these maps. What exactly are these places?"

Bai Wanwan was also quite curious, but this was definitely an important place for the Jiang family.

These spies are scattered in every corner. Now Bai Wanwan has an agency dedicated to collecting intelligence, Langya Pavilion.

Langya Pavilion is a place dedicated to collecting intelligence. It has two groups of people. One group is led by Naitang, and its members are all animals.

The other wave was trained in a copycat, and there were all kinds of people, each with impressive skills.

There are tough guys who have worked their way up from the mountain villages, as well as talented people who have gained experience in the market, and they do all kinds of things.

Some are good at disguising themselves. They can just dive into a crowd and instantly transform themselves into small vendors or servants, even learning their accents and expressions exactly.

Some are proficient in pharmacology and can quietly prepare drugs and antidotes, which come in handy at critical moments.

Others are good at reading and interpreting texts, and can quickly understand the ins and outs of official documents or secret letters from the underworld.

There are more than a hundred half-grown children in the mountain village who are ready to take the examination for the title of Tongsheng.

In the mountain village, literacy is not a rare thing at all.

Whether it was a little boy in his teens helping to deliver messages, or an old fellow in his forties or fifties managing accounts, everyone could read and write.

The aunt who was cooking at the stove would come to the school to listen during the slack season.

The young man in charge of feeding the horses also had to recite two articles under the oil lamp at night.

Bai Wanwan set a rule that even children who have just learned to run must learn to read from the teacher.