“Want to know?”
Meng Jiao’s head nodded into a peck of rice.
Meng Cheng, who was standing on the side, also pricked up his ears.
Seeing the two of them like this, Song Wangyue, who originally wanted to tell them, got the idea of teasing and deliberately stretched her tone, “I …… won’t tell you.”
Meng Jiao is full of expectation, hearing Song Wan Yue’s words, blinked several times before reacting, being teased by her! At once tickled her, “Fine, how dare you tease me? See how I will treat you.”
Song Wangyue was most afraid of tickling and begged for mercy as she dodged.
“Will you tell me?”
Meng Jiao asked as she tickled.
“Tell, tell, cousin give me a break.”
Meng Jiao stopped, and her delicate face was all smiles. It was nice to have a younger sister, she could play around whenever she wanted, unlike her several brothers, each with a stern face every day, like little old men.
Meng Cheng was watching the fun, when suddenly Meng Jiao looked at himself with a disgusted look on his face, and was suddenly baffled.
“I want to make soap.”
Song Wangyue’s voice rang out.
Both of them looked at her at the same time and spoke in unison, “Scented soap?”
Song Wangyue nodded her head.
“Is it for food?”
Meng Jiao knew from Meng Yang that Song Wangyue was very good at cooking, and immediately thought of food.
“It’s for use.”
Song Wangyue gave the two of them a detailed account. Hearing that it was actually so good, Meng Jiao immediately couldn’t help herself and instructed Qing Yu, “Why hasn’t the person come yet? Tell them to hurry up.”
Before Qingyu could answer, footsteps came from the courtyard, and the housekeeper brought eight subordinates over.
Meng Jiao picked up the drawings that Song Wangyue had drawn and put them into her hands, impatiently dragging her outside and not leaving Song Wangyue’s side to watch her tell the underlings how to make the moulds.
When she had finished, Meng Jiao added, “Make it good and fine.”
“Yes, Miss.”
The eight underlings answered and exited with the drawings, and had just walked outside the courtyard door when they ran into Meng Yang.
“Master.”
Meng Yang looked at their hands, each holding a piece of paper, and casually asked, “What are you doing?”
The housekeeper returned, “It’s the mould that Miss Song asked to be made.”
Yue’er had asked for it to be made?
Meng Yang held out his hand, and the nearest subordinate hurriedly handed over the drawing. It was very simple, as if it was something for children to play with.
Meng Yang handed the drawing back to him and walked into the courtyard.
Meng Jiao was shooing Meng Cheng away like a fly, “Third brother has been with us all morning, go back now, Yue’er and I still have something to say.”
Meng Cheng did not want to leave, he was two years older than Meng Jiao and had been in touch with the family business earlier, he could think of the huge profits from the soap better than Meng Jiao, he wanted to ask more carefully.
“You’ve known all morning too? If you don’t eat, Yue’er has to eat.”
“Grandfather.”
“Grandfather.”
“Uncle grandfather.”
The three men shouted.
Meng Yang nodded his head and before he could speak, Meng Jiao had already told him excitedly, “Grandfather, did you see the drawings in that man’s hand just now? Yue’er said to use those moulds to make soap.”
Meng Yang’s first reaction was also to eat, and only the word “fragrant” applied to food.
“See, this time you know how capable your cousin Yue’er is, right?”
Meng Jiao nodded her head repeatedly.
“I just have nothing else to do and love to think about things.”
“You don’t need to be modest, sister Yue’er, you’re really capable.”
Meng Jiao was impressed, she could manage the workshop and the shop, but if she was asked to think of any strange business, she would not be able to think of it.
They went back to the house and sat down.
Meng Yang looked at Song Wan Yue, “Have you seen the workshop? Are there any shortcomings?”
“It’s very good, better than what I have at home.”
“After dinner later, I’ll take you around to the various shops.”
I don’t know why, but Meng Yang just wanted Song Wangyue to see all the businesses in the house.
“Okay.”
After eating, Song Wangyue went with Meng Yang to see the shop, Meng Jiao had to follow, and Meng Cheng also said he was fine and would follow.
Meng Yang agreed.
The Meng family had more than thirty shops, large and small, and they were involved in many categories: cloth, grain, tea, rouge and powder, anything that made money.
Meng Yang led Song Wangyue to look at each shop, giving her a detailed description of what kind of business they were running, and even took out the shop’s account book for Song Wangyue to read, asking her opinion afterwards.
The shopkeepers in each of the shops were all old Meng family shopkeepers, and when they saw how the old proprietor treated a young girl, they all wondered about Song Wangyue’s identity. When they heard that she was the granddaughter of her aunt, and that she was the one who came up with the family’s money-making pills, hot pot base and herbal tea, they couldn’t help but respect her, and their attitude became even more respectful.
“Master, this is ……”
A shopkeeper personally came over with a thick account book and wanted to put it on the table, but unexpectedly before he could finish his sentence, he fell backwards and the account book in his hand fell to the floor.
“Boss Sun.”
Meng Yang was so close that he subconsciously reached out to help the man, but he only managed to touch his clothes and missed him, watching as he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his eyes slanted.
“Quickly go call the big ……”
The words did not finish, then I felt a flash of silhouette in front of me, Song Wangyue has squatted down, fingers pinching the pulse of Sun’s boss.
The first thing that I did was to remember that Song Wangyue also knows the art of healing, so I followed suit and squatted down, eagerly looking at the twitching Sun’s boss.
“It’s a stroke.”
Song Wangyue let go of her hand and looked at Meng Cheng, “Third brother go back and fetch my silver needles, they are in the cupboard inside my house.
Meng Cheng turned and ran outside.
“Go and get two quilts and pillows.”
A fellow darted out, Song Wangyue undressed Master Sun to keep his breathing open, waited for the fellow to bring the quilts over for him to lay on the floor, directed the three fellows to lift Master Sun’s at the same time, one to hold his head and shoulders, one to hold his back and hips, and another to hold his legs and feet, gently moved them onto the quilts, and told the crowd to spread out to keep the air open.
She ordered all this in an orderly fashion, and the panicked hearts of the crowd settled down with her, and there was even deep admiration in Meng Jiao’s eyes.
Meng Cheng soon brought over silver needles, and Song Wan Yue, in front of the crowd, quickly placed the needles, and Master Sun soon stopped foaming and his mouth and eyes returned to normal.
Meng Yang let out a long sigh of relief, Master Sun had been with him for many years and was an old master of the Meng family, he did not want anything to happen to the man.
“Yue’er, is everything alright?”
“It’s fine for now, he’ll wake up soon.”
The crowd all looked at Sun’s boss.
Sure enough, they saw him flutter his eyelashes before slowly opening his eyes.
“Master Sun, you scared me to death.”
Meng Yang never got up, and seeing him open his eyes, he took his hand and said, “Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Mr. Sun vaguely remembered that he had suddenly fainted, “I… What happened to me?”
“You had a stroke, fortunately Yue’er saved you in time.”