Meng Wanfeng didn't expect that Song Qingyue would come to find her. She hurried back from outside after hearing the news, and saw in the teahouse the troublesome aunts at home, as well as a few pushy and noisy ones.

The younger sister was joking around Song Qingyue, and her good father was actually standing waiting across the screen, acting like a servant. She was so angry that she almost laughed.

Song Qingyue was almost impatient with the group of sisters and aunts in Meng Wanfeng's family. From the moment she met her, she began to inquire about her two brothers, especially the two "legendary ladies" born to Mrs. Lu.

She just barely had the words "I want to marry Song Chenxu, Song Chenhai" written on her face.

But the key point is that Meng Zhili has been demoted to the eighth rank Sesame Official. Without Dong Gong, their uncle, Master Zhan, the young master of the East Palace of the Lu family, has now become a steward of Prince Shenjun's palace. The entire Meng family can be said to have plummeted.

, Song Qingyue simply didn’t know where these women could have the nerve to dream of marrying the legitimate son of Ge’s hometown.

This is an era where matching is important, right?

It seems that the younger sisters in Meng Wanfeng's family have not yet accepted the reality that their family has declined.

When Song Qingyue saw Meng Wanfeng, it was like seeing a savior. She stepped forward, took Meng Wanfeng's hand affectionately, and said with a smile: "But I'm waiting for you. Take me to your room quickly. We haven't spoken for a while."

Already."

As he spoke, he winked at Meng Wanfeng. Meng Wanfeng understood and took Song Qingyue back to her Zhilan Courtyard.

Song Qingyue looked around at her very simple little courtyard, but she didn't expect that she would still live here after taking power in the family.

"How about it? It's not as good as Miss Song San's boudoir, right?" Meng Wanfeng was talking to Song Qingyue while ordering people to boil hot water and light a charcoal basin, and then said: "Send someone to help me if you have anything to do next time."

Just submit a post and I'll go to your place. The conditions here are really not good."

Unexpectedly, there was no earth dragon in Meng Wanfeng's room, and he still relied on a charcoal basin for heating. Fortunately, Meng Wanfeng could afford to use silver wire charcoal, which was not choking.

Song Qingyue did not answer her words, but asked: "I heard, Miss Meng, that you are running a medicine shop, a jewelry shop and a teahouse to make a living?"

Meng Wanfeng fiddled with the charcoal basin, raised her head in surprise, and looked at Song Qingyue: "The jewelry is just cheap, but the teahouse is still in the preparation stage. How did Miss Song know?"

Ah, it turns out that the awesome teahouse in the novel hasn't opened yet.

Song Qingyue laughed and said, "Ever since I saw Miss Meng crying so sadly at our old man's funeral, I have always thought of you and wanted to find out about you. Today I finally couldn't help but want to come and take a look at you."

, just took the liberty to come to the door."

Song Qingyue's speaking speed slowed down a bit, seeming to be very cautious.

Meng Wanfeng felt that she could not see through this person. In her previous life, there had never been such a prominent figure in the capital. She felt that Song Qingyue seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

Seeing that Meng Wanfeng remained silent, Song Qingyue continued: "If you are short of money, I would be willing to lend it to you. The interest can be calculated at 20% per year, which is lower than outside. But if you are willing to let me take a share, I will

Happier."

Meng Wanfeng snorted, laughed, and asked: "So Miss Song came to my door today specifically to bring me money?"

Song Qingyue waved her hand and finally got to the point: "I have a business at hand, but I can't do it alone. I think Miss Meng is a capable person, so I want to ask if you are willing to participate in it?"

Meng Wanfeng shook his head and said: "Miss Song San, please forgive me. I really have no money. You didn't see the dilapidation of my yard while walking all the way. It's really hard to open the door!"

"How can Miss Meng be so honest?" Song Qingyue shook her head, and then said proudly: "As long as you contribute, I have money. As long as you help me with things, I can give you 10% of the shares."

"Hahahaha!" Meng Wanfeng looked at Song Qingyue as if he were a fool, "You said you didn't give me money! Why exactly? We don't seem to be so close yet, right?"

Song Qingyue ignored her teasing, took out a plan written in advance from her sleeve, spread it out on the small table, and said very seriously: "I want to raise sheep in the northwest enclosure, and of course I want to raise cattle and horses.

Okay, it depends on how you want to run the business, Ms. Meng. But I don’t want to use these sheep to sell meat, but to get their wool to make wool thread and extract lanolin oil. I also brought samples today, you

Take a look."

Today, Feng Jiu came alone with her. She took out a sweater, a woolen scarf, a woolen hat, a pair of long woolen socks, and a can of decolorized, deodorized and spiced essence from the bag in her hand.

lanolin and spread them all out on the table.

"Wool can be made into many things, including gloves. In addition, during the process of making wool into wool, this kind of wool oil can also be extracted. It will be very comfortable to use this on your face and hands in the dry seasons of autumn and winter. Would you like to try it?"

These are really things that Meng Wanfeng has never seen before! Her eyes widened in surprise, she looked at the samples on the table, picked up the jar of lanolin, put it to the tip of her nose, smelled it, and said, "Why does it smell so fragrant?"

of?"

Song Qingyue replied: "This box is refined with rose essential oil. The process is a bit complicated. I also have cheap ones over there. The moisturizing effect is the same, but it has a slight smell of sheep, and the color is not as white as this box."

Meng Wanfeng seemed to be more interested in lanolin and asked: "How much does this cost per box? I want to sell it in my Duobao Pavilion."

Song Qingyue said: "This box is expensive, and the cost is about one tael. Besides, I have it here and can't find it anywhere else. I can't sell it for twenty taels, right?"

Meng Wanfeng was shocked by Song Qingyue's boldness in asking to sell for twenty times the price. She said angrily: "Miss Song, in the past, my monthly salary was only five taels!"

Song Qingyue took Meng Wanfeng's hand and whispered: "The prices in the store are so marked. When the managers come to purchase goods, they will definitely give discounts. If that doesn't work, you can also introduce small cans.

, unscented, impure in color, the cheapest kind of storage that everyone can afford.”

Meng Wanfeng rolled her eyes: "Miss Song San, you are really good at business!"

Song Qingyue waved her hand, clicked on the plan, and brought the conversation back to the main topic: "It should be easier for you to do it here than for me to raise sheep in the northwest enclosure, right?"

His Royal Highness Prince Jing has been rooted in the northwest for decades, and Meng Wanfeng is Li Zhu's beloved fiancée. From Song Qingyue's point of view, this matter should be easy to do.

Unexpectedly, Meng Wanfeng shook his head: "You have to talk to Young Master Jun yourself about this matter, I can't help you."

Song Qingyue raised her eyebrows in surprise. After realizing that she had lost her composure, she didn't ask any more questions.

Meng Wanfeng didn't seem to want to explain more, and just said: "I can only help you make an appointment with him. When are you free?"

Song Qingyue said: "I'm not busy until the New Year."

"Okay, I will send you a letter on a fixed date." Meng Wanfeng responded cheerfully.

"Thank you very much."

When leaving, Song Qingyue thought of the assistants who were friends with the heroine, and rushed to give away money, people, and secret books one by one.

Look, haven’t you become such a character?

It’s really a rush to send money, eh!
Chapter completed!