Chapter 322

Just answer what you usually like best and reward her with this bracelet?

Jiang Wan and Xiao Ruixuan looked at each other.

"Oh? How did you answer that? " Jiang Wan picked his eyebrows a little displeased.

"I... I said that my wife usually likes to read the script in the room... No other preferences..." the little servant girl began to feel that she had said something wrong before, and the whole person became timid.

"You just said that I love to read storybooks, and the second young master will reward you with this?" Jiang Wan confirmed with the servant girl again, "didn't you say anything else?"

The little servant girl didn't dare to hide. She shook her head like a rattle: "I didn't say anything else, but the second childe told me to stare at my wife. If I find that she has any other preferences, I'll tell him..."

When the little servant girl said this, she was more and more open-minded, and her voice became louder

It's getting smaller and smaller.

But Jiang Wan still heard every word clearly.

This Xiao Ruixi, unexpectedly has not given up!

She looked at Xiao Ruixuan angrily. At this time, Xiao Ruixuan's eyebrows had already become a "Sichuan".

It seems that his younger brother really needs to teach him a lesson. Can others covet his euphemism?

Jiang Wan and Xiao Ruixuan here are full of anger, while mother song on the other side is happy.

Since she got the invitation letter from shuntianfu, she has been thinking about how to tell the princess about this, so that the job of porridge can fall on her head.

She is an old man in the government. Although she has no chance to directly participate in the porridge making every year, she sometimes goes to the outside of the city to have a look.

In her opinion, it is a very respectable thing to serve porridge on behalf of the royal family.

And they don't have to do it themselves,

When you have nothing to do, you can sit in the cubicle behind the porridge shed and chat. When you have something to do, you just need to look at those rude old ladies and young men.

She was also a little excited to go to Princess Jin with the post of shuntianfu.

"Set up a porridge shed?" When the princess of Jin left the capital, there were few victims in winter, so there was no need to set up a porridge shed to relieve the victims. Therefore, she was very strange to set up a porridge shed to provide porridge.

"Yes, as long as the snow is a little bit heavy these years, there will be hungry people nearby to beg in Beijing. Shuntianfu ordered them to be stopped outside the gate of the city," Mother Song explained enthusiastically to the princess, "but if you stop them from entering the city, you can't starve them to death! So Shun Tian Fu Yin sent invitation cards to the rich families in the capital, asking them to set up porridge sheds outside the gate of the city to make porridge. We Jin Wang Fu have never been left behind. "

"So the porridge shed has been set up every year?" Princess Jin said unexpectedly.

Mother song stood there with a kind face and said, "yes, it's set up every year, so at this time of the year, we have to prepare more grain in our house. Then we start to cook porridge at Maoshi every day, and then we start to divide porridge at midnight. In the afternoon, we start to cook the second round of porridge at Shenmo."

Song's mother, as if she had experienced it, reported it to the princess of Jin.

The princess of Jin listened to song's mother and nodded happily. She said with a smile, "it's better to be familiar than to be raw. Since you all know how to do it, you'd better be responsible for the porridge shed this year." Mother song was overjoyed.

In the past, it was shiziye's people who were in charge of this matter. They didn't even have the qualification to gather sides.

She didn't know about the situation of King Jin's residence, but she heard people in other mansions say that someone would take advantage of this opportunity to quietly exchange the new grain prepared by the master for the old rice in exchange for the price difference.

Every year, steward and steward's mother make a fortune because of this

Yes.

And this year, the princess even handed over this beautiful job to herself. If she didn't make good use of it, it would be a waste of this good opportunity given by God.

So mother song was happy to take the job, but she immediately changed into a look of embarrassment: "in the past, the grain was transported from outside by the second master of finance, but this year the grain..."

"Without butcher Zhang, do we have to eat pig with hair?" Princess Jin took a look at Mother Song and sneered, "what's wrong with this year's grain? You send someone to take my card to Fuyang rice shop and ask them to deliver the grain. "

Mother song was even more happy when she heard that.

After she retired from Tianxiang courtyard, she quietly figured out which women and boys she could take to the porridge shed, so as to facilitate her furtive manipulation.

When she selected the people and took them to the congee shed, the two congee sheds adjacent to the congee shed of Jin palace were already in full swing, and the grain transported from Fuyang rice shop had been piled up behind the congee shed like a mountain

In my cubicle.

A young man came out of the cubicle. After inquiring about the identity of mother song and others, he introduced himself with a smile as the manager of Fuyang rice shop.

Then, in front of his mother song and others, he opened two bags of grain, which were full of white rice. At first sight, they were good products.

"Here are 50 Jin bags of rice, 100 bags in total," said the steward, pointing to the neat linen bags stacked behind him. "If mom thinks it's OK, please draw a bet for me. It's so cold that I can go back to work as soon as possible."

When it comes to the back, it's flattering.

Song's mother thought that she was working under the princess, and she didn't have to be too embarrassed. She signed the painting and made the handover, and then instructed the women who came with her to cook porridge.

This is the first time that these crude envoys selected by song's mother come to make porridge. Fortunately, it's not very difficult to cook porridge.

As soon as everyone scrambled for easy jobs, Mother Song simply assigned them jobs. Then she ordered someone to make a cup of tea, and happily watched the people panning rice, washing pots, and chopping firewood.

"So the congee shed in our palace has been built?" At night, Jiang Wan, who had washed and rinsed, was sitting on the edge of the Kang with his hair dripping. Beside him, there were two big fire pots burning vigorously.

Xiao Ruixuan looks at Jiang Wan angrily and painfully, holding a dry handkerchief to help Jiang Wan wring her hair.

"Don't digress!" Xiao Ruixuan pretended to be angry and said, "fortunately, I came back early today, and I saw you playing around with these servant girls!"

He came back early today, only to find that Jiang Wan had chosen such a snowy day for her to take a bath and wash her hair.