The line of carriages left the village in a great hurry, heading towards the workshops as the villagers looked on.
At the moment, Song Ming was working on the mud, not daring to be lazy.
Chu Si was staring at him intently, and if he moved a little slower, Chu Si’s gaze would reveal his ruthlessness. Song Ming saw it clearly and regretted for the millionth time in his heart that he should not have sent the man over.
Lu Xing sat on a stool in the shade, carefully learning the bookkeeping methods that Song Shen had taught him.
Several village chiefs also dispersed to supervise the workers, and Song Wan Yue was the only one sitting in the shade, leisurely watching all the people.
Several horse-drawn carriages were slowly coming this way, and those who were working couldn’t help but look over. These days they were used to seeing the Song family coming and going with their carriages, so they weren’t so curious about them anymore, but they had never seen seven or eight of them together.
Song Wan Yue looked at the direction the carriages were coming from and slowly sipped her tea.
Chu three, Chu four, Chu five, Chu six four people subconsciously want to come over, see Song Wan Yue waved her hand, and went to their own busy work.
She could see clearly that the carriage at the front was the Zheng family’s carriage, these people should be here to see the workshop.
When the carriage stopped, Zheng Wen was the first to get down from the carriage and took a few quick steps, wanting to say something to Song Wan Yue, but thinking that the people behind him would definitely greet Song Wan Yue and it would be inappropriate for him to say anything now, he slowed down again.
Song Wangyue smiled as she watched, put her bowl down and got up to meet her.
“Miss Song.”
Master Sun shouted.
When he learned that over a hundred members of the Gu family had been killed by the Third Prince and the Duke of Qi’s men, and that Song Wangyue had gone to the capital alone to sue the imperial court, he had been so shocked that he had sweated for her; and when he heard that she had brought down the Third Prince and donated the one million taels of silver she had paid out to the Ministry of War, he had admired her. He was impressed when he heard that she had taken down the Third Prince and donated the million taels of silver to the Ministry of War.
“I thought you were due to come in the next few days.”
They had been back from the capital for some days now, and it was time for Grand Master Sun’s letter to arrive.
“I got the news from Big Brother a long time ago and had another letter sent to these few close friends, waiting for them to come together.”
The few people behind them also got off the carriage and took a look at Song Wangyue, but she was just a pretty little girl, not even as tall as their shoulders, and looked soft and frail, it was really hard to relate to the legendary person who had gone to the capital alone to sue the imperial government.
Song Wan Yue nodded at them.
The people returned the salute.
Song Wangyue pointed to the shade of the tree, “Everyone, follow me over for tea.”
As the crowd followed her over, they inclined their heads to see that the half-human-high wall stretched from this side to a great distance, and the number of people working was innumerable.
The crowd was shocked.
How many workshops were they going to build?
The crowd took their seats.
Song Shen brought a pile of clean bowls and poured tea for them one by one.
“The conditions are humble, so I hope you will forgive me.”
Song Wangyue spoke, with a crispness unique to a young girl of her age.
It was only then that several people came back from their shock, with Master Sun opening his mouth first, “Miss Song, I was a little taken aback.”
The business of herbal teas and hotpot bases is good now, but can she guarantee that it will still be so good in a few years’ time? If it wasn’t, wouldn’t it be a waste of all that silver?
Song Wan Yue smiled, “So please help me in the business in the future and help me sell more goods, otherwise I’ll be crying.”
They all laughed at her playful words, and all their guards were lifted.
“You haven’t made a deal with my second brother?”
Song Wangyue asked directly.
The crowd scrambled to say no.
Zheng Wen was a little anxious at the side and spoke, “Yue’er, cousin uncle has something to discuss with you.”
Song Wan Yue was surprised, but also got up with it and walked to the far side.
Zheng Wen followed him over, and without waiting for Song Wan Yue to ask, he told her his concerns, saying, “I really want to do these kinds of business, but I’m afraid that I won’t do well.”
The Zheng family’s wealth was thick, but not too thick, and the main thing was that he was not good at it.
Song Wan Yue pondered for a moment and asked, “What is the furthest cousin uncle has ever been?”
“Jiangnan.”
Jiangnan naturally wouldn’t work, there was an uncle and grandfather over there.
“And?”
“And then there’s the north.”
The south of the river was a wealthy land and he went there more often, the north was cold and he only went there two or three times a year.
“I can divide up all the places beyond the five hundred miles north of the capital for you, and you can do all three kinds of business.”
Zheng Wen’s eyes lit up, “Really?”
Five hundred miles north of the capital was not so prosperous anymore, but if all three businesses were done together, they would earn a lot of silver.
Song Wangyue nodded her head.
“It’s a deal, I’ll sign the contract with Shen’er right away.”
After saying that, Zheng Wen turned around and went over to Song Shen.
The crowd all thought he was a relative of the Song family, and when they heard that he was going to sign the contract with Song Shen, they reacted that he was also here to talk about cooperation, and were immediately anxious, saying they wanted to sign it too.
Song Wangyue went over unhurriedly, “Don’t be anxious, everyone, you are all close friends of Master Sun, we will naturally let you have what you want.”
Lu Xing sat at a distance, hearing and seeing everything that was going on over here, and once again, his heartfelt admiration for Song Wangyue rose.
In the following days, one after another, people came to talk about cooperation.
In a flash, twenty days passed.
The restaurant was built, exactly as it had been before, and if it hadn’t been for the new bricks and wood, people passing by would have thought it had never been burned, but was still the same.
The plaque was also delivered, and Song Wan Yue read it and had it carried to the house where Gu Yi used to live and put it away.
Miss Sun said that the restaurant would open in ten days’ time and was waiting for these salted duck eggs to support the restaurant.
The boy brought it over and put it at the kitchen door, not the jar that Song Wan Yue had salted, but the one that Sister Wu had salted.
Sister Wu took a deep breath, plucked the mud from the mouth of the jar and put it into the dustpan carried by the maid on the side, shaking her hand to remove the lid.
In all her decades as master and servant, Meng had never seen Sister Wu like this, and she couldn’t help but pinch her handkerchief and cover her mouth with a smile.
Sister Wu carefully fished out five of them with a strainer, took them and put them into a small pot, covered the lid and instructed the maid to cook them over the fire.
She then stood and waited. When she thought it was cooked, she fished one out, ran it through the cool water, put it on a plate, put a pair of chopsticks on it and brought it out in front of Song Wangyue.
Song Wangyue picked it up and knocked the “empty head” down a few times to break the skin and peel it off, and just as the chopsticks pierced the egg white, the yellow egg oil flowed out.
Sister Wu was overwhelmed with joy, “It’s done.”