Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Wearing his new clothes, Xiong Bufan ran around playing in the yard. Panpan volunteered to take care of Xiong Bufan and sometimes made him some fun things, which Xiong Bufan put in one place.

Everyone enjoyed the brief peace and quiet; the troubles outside the house were none of their concern.

The clan chief was very wealthy; Xiong Bufan ate for seven or eight days and still couldn't finish.

On the morning of the tenth, right after finishing their meal, the cooks hesitantly approached the place where Xiong Bufan was playing. They pushed and shoved each other until finally one honest cook was pushed out.

The cook glanced behind her and said nervously to Xiong Bufan, "Master, we're out of rice."

Xiong Bufan put the thing in his hand aside, thought about his appetite, and said, "Okay, you guys wait, I'll get the food before lunchtime."

"Yes."

The cooks all left, and Panpan hesitated before leaving as well, leaving Xiong Bufan alone in the room.

A short while later, Xiong Bufan came out of the house, took out a few silver dollars and handed them to the cook, saying, "This is for today's meals. I'll give you tomorrow's money back tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Jiang Yue swayed as she walked up to Xiong Bufan and said, "Master, this can't go on. We need to find a steward."

Otherwise, this vast family fortune will eventually be squandered.

Xiong Bufan thought about it and realized that she had needed an agent when she started her company before, and all she had to do was collect the money each month.

If only there were someone to make money for her now, she could finally fulfill the original owner's wish to eat and drink well.

Seeing Jiang Yue's enthusiastic attitude, he asked, "What are your thoughts?"

Jiang Yue: "Master, let me manage the household. I promise to make sure everyone is obedient."

"Fine. You can do whatever you want." Anyway, the house is just an empty shell now, there's nothing to eat.

Jiang Yue: "Master, shouldn't you give me the keys to the storeroom and granary?"

Key? Xiong Bufan had never seen such a thing before. "Take me there, I'll kick the door open and buy a new door and lock."

Jiang Yue: "Okay, sir, this way please."

"Ah."

Panpan followed behind Jiang Yue and Xiong Bufan, cursing herself for being too slow-witted and letting Jiang Yue beat her to it. She hurried over to see if she could grab a key.

The warehouse and granary were next to each other. Since it was Xiong Bufan's first time here, the houses were built half a meter above the ground to prevent the grain and other things from getting damp.

Xiong Bufan kicked open the warehouse door. Inside, there were only some paintings and calligraphy, and a half-built ship. He didn't see any food, so he was a little disappointed. Then he kicked open the door of another large house, which was filled with piles of grain, and strings of preserved fish were hanging from the rafters.

Panpan suddenly remembered something. Every year, they would save up some grain for others to take away. Then, they would be free from pirates at sea that year. The old clan chief said that this was paying protection money at sea. This year, the people who came to take away the grain had not yet come.

Xiong Bufan was so happy to see so much grain that he wanted to take off. He picked up a bag of grain and was about to rush out when Panpan stopped him. "Master, wait a minute. We haven't delivered the grain yet this year."

When the old clan chief was alive, we had to pay protection money every year.

"Deliver grain? The grain's final destination is my stomach." As he spoke, Xiong Bufan patted his stomach with the hand that wasn't carrying the grain, making him look inexplicably comical.

Jiang Yue originally wanted to laugh at Panpan for exaggerating, but after thinking about it carefully, there really was such a thing every year. Every year when it was time to hand over the grain, the old clan chief would express his annoyance and rarely go to her room. He would basically stay in the first wife's room and not come out for nights on end.

Jiang Yue gently pulled Xiong Bufan aside and said, "Master, leave the things here. If no one comes over in a few days, we can deal with them later."

Xiong Bufan looked at the two suspiciously, then slowly put down the grain. "I'll wait a few days. I want to see who dares to touch my grain."

Panpan breathed a sigh of relief. "Master, I'll go make you some plum soup."

"Okay, remember to add plenty of sugar."

Jiang Yue was overjoyed to have just been given the power of housekeeping. "Master, I'll go find someone to assemble the door locks. Just you wait and see."

Xiong Bufan: "Okay, I trust you with my money."

Panpan thought Jiang Yue was out of her mind. The things in the warehouse were worthless, yet she was now guarding the grain in the granary, afraid that someone would secretly take it away. This was clearly just making trouble for herself.

Jiang Yue felt that Panpan's thinking was too simplistic. Managing the household was something she had always pursued. Although she was brought in as a concubine, she still had the heart to become the first wife. Managing the household was the unique right and obligation of the first wife.

Xiong Bufan didn't care about their convoluted schemes; as long as it didn't affect her eating and making money, she let them do whatever they wanted.

The next day, the cook came to Xiong Bufan again to ask for silver dollars. Xiong Bufan simply sent her to the granary. Why would she need to spend money to buy grain when there was already grain available?

Panpan: "Master, didn't we promise not to touch that grain?"

Xiong Bufan said confidently, "The me of yesterday and the me of today are not the same me. This is the dialectic of Marxism."

Panpan and Jiang Yue didn't understand. The old man was speaking in a strange way, saying things like "I don't belong to me" and mentioning a foreigner's name. It was really hard to understand.

Panpan remained steadfast in her convictions, kneeling on the ground and saying, "Master, this grain cannot be touched! We must at least survive this year, otherwise, if they demand grain, we won't be able to explain ourselves!"

Xiong Bufan waved his hand, "If you're not going to move, then don't move. Why are you kneeling down?"

It wasn't that Xiong Bufan didn't want to act; it was that she didn't want to break the hearts of her subordinates so that they would be loyal to her and risk their lives for her.

Xiao Tao ran over in a panic, "Master, something terrible has happened! Someone from the family has come and asks you to go to the front hall to receive them." It seems that every year around this time, a young maidservant suffers.

Xiong Bufan: "Understood, lead the way."

Jiang Yue followed. Now that she was in charge of the household, everything had to go through her. She wanted to take the initiative to manage everything in the family.

Wu Zhiqiang sat in the main seat, leisurely drinking tea. Earlier, they had signed an agreement with the clan chief that they would not obstruct or rob the boats from the village that were going to cross the border, but the group leader would give them 1,000 catties of grain and 200 catties of dried fish every year.

They arrived relatively late this year; they should be ready by now.

However, there wasn't a single male member to be seen in the mansion; it was all maids. The old clan leader certainly knew how to enjoy life.

This little maid is quite pretty, with her little bottom wiggling back and forth.

They didn't see a single woman on the water for a month. While the maid was serving tea, Wu Zhiqiang covered the maid's buttocks with his hand.

The young maidservant gently dodged away, her hands trembling as she poured the tea. "Second Master Wu, please have some self-respect."

Wu Zhiqiang grabbed the little maid's hand, preparing to pull her into his arms, "I'll tell the clan chief in a bit, ah!!"

Something resembling a human head flew out. Looking back, Wu Zhiqiang had a dried fish stuck in his neck.