July, Guangzhou Prefecture.

Song Qingyue's twelfth birthday had just passed, and the servants in Mo Yuxuan were very busy. It was because they had received too many gifts. Just registering and warehousing them would take a lot of time, and at the same time, they were waiting for other people's birthdays.

When you arrive, remember to return a gift of considerable value.

However, Song Qingyue does not need to do these tasks herself. She now has five personal maids, plus three stewards, and more than a dozen shopkeepers, stewards, and accountants.

These people all learned how to write simplified characters, calculate Arabic numerals, the horizontal writing pattern prescribed by Song Qingyue, and the modern double-entry accounting method.

These people are all outstanding talents who have been bombarded with monthly exams for two years. Even Mr. Song covets them and wants to poach Song Qingyue from time to time. Recently, Mr. Song feels that the Arabic numerals and double-entry accounting method used by Song Qingyue are very useful.

, fast and convenient, and clear at a glance.

If poaching failed, he would ask his accounting clerks and the staff of the Chief Secretary's Yamen to receive training from Song Qingyue, and also take the same "monthly exam" as the people under Mo Yuxuan. Anyone who failed the exam would have their money deducted, which made everyone

Unspeakable suffering.

Here, Song Qingyue was letting the maids dress her up, while looking down at the second quarter account book sent from the sugar cane plantation. Aunt Han, who had been newly promoted in the past two years, suddenly came over with an agarwood box, looking troubled.

: "Girl, look at this."

When you open the agarwood box, you will find a set of red gold inlaid with sapphires and lavender pearls. The key is that each of the sapphires and pearls is as big as a thumbnail. The sapphires are rich blue, pure and without impurities.

It is still the kind of Western diamond cut, not the Chinese egg surface polishing; the lavender Dongzhu is round and shiny, with the same color and size. This is so precious that even Mr. Liang would probably find it rare when he saw it.

"Come again?" Song Qingyue frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy in her heart.

Aunt Han nodded, her brows knitting into knots: "It's His Royal Highness Prince Su."

Song Qingyue pinched her eyebrows irritably. This person sent her a very expensive birthday gift, and the gifts became more and more expensive every year. Could it be that Lord Song had privately discussed with King Su to give her to that S-level scumbag?

Is the male villain's boss a concubine? Is there a concubine named Song in the original novel? Why doesn't she remember there is one?

But it shouldn’t be. If she is really engaged, Mr. Song can’t take her with him every time he goes to the academy to give lectures, or call her when he holds a tea party at home and let her take a good look at these young talents.

Jun and so on, Master Song clearly intended to let her choose her future husband.

Gee, that’s really troublesome.

This year, Song Qingyue was not only worried that Mr. Song was getting more and more interested in her future husband, but her little life was still rich and fulfilling. To be honest, she was not short of money now and almost had no motivation to think of new ways.

Made money.

There is an entire street in front of the casino that belongs to her. Just from the rent of restaurants and shops on that street, she earns 100,000 taels a year. The new sea-view garden villas are selling very fast, and she also has several plantations.

, breeding farms, restaurants, hotels, and treasure shops in the capital city of Guangzhou were jointly opened by her, her sisters, my wife, and several aunts at home.

The Song family now has its own small treasury. Song Qingyue's personal assets are as high as one million taels, and her cash is three to four hundred thousand taels. Now even Song Yuxi is a little rich woman. Originally, she was afraid that she would be a concubine. , Madam will not prepare more dowry for her. Who knows that in just three years, she borrowed Song Qingyue's money and used it to do business with Song Qingyue, and saved herself a full 80,000 taels of silver.

The Liang family has been living very comfortably in Guangzhou in the past few years. Her sons are studying in government-run academies with the great Confucians recruited from the south of the Yangtze River. Although Lord Song has occasionally begun to enter the rooms of those aunts in the past two years, she does not seem to have I care as much as I did when I was young.

As the saying goes, distance brings beauty. In the past, when I was rarely together with my husband and often apart, I looked at him everywhere, and I always felt cool and extraordinary no matter how I looked at him.

Now that I'm facing Mr. Song all day long, my feelings for him have weakened.

After all, Mr. Song is already in his late teens, and he has been gaining weight recently. His head is getting bald, his belly is getting rounder, and his face is getting greasier.

Moreover, Mr. Song suffered from constipation and would fart in bed whenever he ate sweet potatoes. She had also seen Mr. Song chewing buns while defecating in a hurry.

Alas! Time is like a butcher's knife. The windy and handsome Shiro who once was has gone forever!

It seems that making money makes her happier!

In more than four years in Guangzhou, her dowry money was increased four to five times.

When she was helping the concubines buy dowries, she also thought about whether she should be more generous. Each of them should be at least 20,000 taels. Even in the capital, this amount was the standard for top aristocratic families.

Who would have known that all the children in the family are not short of money, and everyone has a small treasury. Even the fifth sister Song Baojuan, who was born last year and is only one year old, Mr. Song has prepared 20,000 taels. Packing money, of course, Aunt An herself is not short of money.

The aunts who were brought in by my husband were all wealthy, so she, the wife of the wife, did not need to worry about money.

What worries Liang most now is the careers of his sons.

The eldest son, Song Chenhai, is already eighteen years old. However, his qualifications do not seem to be as good as his father's. He did pass the exam last year, but unfortunately he was not very good at terminology, and Chunwei failed.

The 16-year-old second son Song Chenxu was not in a hurry. He passed the scholar examination last year and did not attend the Qiu Wei Festival again.

Mrs. Liang was a little worried about her two children, but Mr. Song was leisurely and not in a hurry, even quite cool. Look, he, Song Jianming, was less than forty years old, with an official position of the second rank, and he was still an eighteen-year-old father. ,Tsk tsk tsk, who can compare with him?

Don't you think the gentlemen in Governor Shen's family are so jealous that their eyes are green?

"Madam, there is no need to worry. After all, a genius like my husband only comes across once in a hundred years. If a husband is born in our Song family, the ancestors' graves will be smoking. We can't expect our sons to be as good as our husband." Mr. Song comforted Mrs. Liang in this way. .

Mrs. Liang pouted at him: "The older you get, the thicker your skin becomes."

Mr. Song clicked his tongue: "I don't know whether I am thick-skinned or not, but my belly is really getting thicker and thicker." He touched his protruding belly with emotion, "My wife often dislikes my husband now. She is not as tender and affectionate as before. It really makes my husband sad."

Mrs. Liang was so amused that she waved him away: "When you're full, go outside for a walk, otherwise your belly will really get thicker and thicker! It's not that I dislike you, look at you, how can you still be the same Shiro as before? Look like that! Take a walk, go find your concubine, and don’t disturb this lady to settle accounts."

Mr. Song curled his lips as if dissatisfied, clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head and sighed and went out. After walking around in his garden, he felt that it was not interesting, so he called Song Quan: "Let's go out for a walk."

However, there are always some unsatisfactory things in life. Song Qingyue has been a little worried recently because she seems to have discovered a terrible secret: her father seems to have an outhouse in Yuhua Lane in the north of the city!

Over the years, there have been countless women who have wanted to get into Master Song's bed. Those subordinates and businessmen have tried countless times to get women into Master Song, but to no avail.

Mr. Song is a man who is extremely enterprising and cherishes feathers to a perverted degree. Ever since Mr. Liang came to live in Guangzhou, Mr. Song has become more self-cultivated and less voluptuous.

What kind of woman can move Master Song's heart?

Song Qingyue was really curious.
Chapter completed!