"This is the account book of my shop. It's almost the end of the month, so I'll check it out." Baochai smiled reluctantly.

"Sister, can you show me? What does the account book look like?" Qingwen blinked and pretended not to know.

"How can my sister read this? Only business people like us can see this." Baochai said, but still handed the notebook to Qingwen.

Xiu Baochai—the legitimate daughter of the eldest son of this generation of the Xiu family, was originally a pampered girl from a wealthy family.

Just because his father died early and his biological brother Xiuban, the bastard demon king known as the "Stupid Overlord", couldn't stand up to the trouble, the huge family fortune was about to be ruined.

Before she reached the age of hairpins, she had to help her mother take on the important tasks of taking care of the house and handling foreign affairs.

She had to look at all the account books that Xiuban had no intention of looking at and couldn't understand.

She also instructs the shopkeepers to do the family business through the curtain.

"Sister, will you teach me to read this book?"

Qingwen begged, "I live in that house by myself, so I have to take care of money transactions by myself. I should keep a record of everything I come in and out of."

"You do have a plan in mind. You have to plan your life carefully. You can't just spend the monthly money without counting it. When you spend it all, you will be in trouble if you have somewhere to go that needs the money."

Baochai took the account book and taught Qingwen to read from the first page.

How much money came in on which day? How much money came out on which day? Why did it come in? Why did it come out? Tell Qingwen one by one.

Qingwen learned to read the account books seriously, while Baoyu yawned out of boredom beside her.

Baochai secretly glanced at the maid Ying'er. Ying'er understood and took Baoyu out to play with other girls.

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Since moving to Tubi Villa, Qingwen has hardly been idle. She is busy learning to read with Daiyu, practice calligraphy with Tanchun, learn to play chess with Yingchun, and now she is learning to read scales with Xiren and learn to read account books with Baochai.

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She continued to learn, and naturally received many favors from her sisters, so she wanted to give something in return.

Reciprocity is a courtesy. Only when there is reciprocity can the affection be better maintained.

The original owner was good at needlework, and Qingwen perfectly inherited her excellent skills, so she embroidered several small and exquisite sachets with her own hands and gave them to her sisters.

She even went to the old lady's house and gave one to Yuanyang.

After coming out of the old lady's house, Qingwen was about to go back to the garden.

Aunt Zhao and Baoyu's godmother, Ma Daopo, happened to be coming from the other side, muttering to each other as they walked.

Aunt Zhao looked left and right, her face full of fear and anxiety; but Ma Daopo raised her eyebrows and curled her lips, with a look of amusement in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Qingwen thought for a moment and raised her feet to greet her. "We haven't seen you for many days. Is Ma Ganniang here again?"

"Qing...Miss Qing," Ma Daopo's proud expression instantly faded, her face folded together, and she smiled like a flower, "I heard that Miss Qing has great abilities, Baoyu and Second Grandma Lian are worried that she won't be able to do it anymore."

, I asked the girl to treat him and come back.

Now that the girl is the proper mistress of this house, she will have to look after the old Taoist woman more in the future."

"What are you saying, godmother? With all her abilities, how can she be the one to be cared for by Qingwen? Qingwen, on the other hand, is of a humble family, so she may not be able to withstand such overwhelming wealth.

If I have a lot of money tomorrow, I'm afraid I'll have to go to your temple to offer an ever-burning lamp to keep me safe and healthy at all times."

Qingwen's eyes turned slightly and she glanced at the fan in Ma Daopo's hand, "Godmother, this fan was blessed by the Buddha? How about giving it to Qingwen for protection first?"

She took out a broken piece of silver and held it in her hand, "I wonder if this is enough for your fan?"

"Enough, enough," Ma Daopo smiled happily, took the money with one hand, and handed the fan over with the other hand, "You shouldn't ask a girl for money for a fan, but this fan was indeed blessed by the Buddha, and it is not an ordinary fan.

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Watching Ma Daopo go away, Qingwen looked at Aunt Zhao who was anxious beside her: "She is here to ask you for money, right?"

"Girl...how did you know she came to me asking for money?" Aunt Zhao's face turned pale instantly.

"I not only know that she came to you asking for money, but I also know how much she wants from you. You spent a lot of money to let her scheme against Baoyu and Mistress Lian, and gave her a debt of five hundred taels of silver, right?"

"Girl, did you hear what I secretly said to her? It's like you saw it with your own eyes. It's true."

"Don't worry about how I know it, just say it?"

"Yes!" Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth and said, "I thought she had a way to get rid of Baoyu. In the future, this property will belong to me Huan'er, and I will give her money at that time.

Who would have thought that she would come to me every day to force me for money before she accomplished anything, and if she didn't give it, she would clamor to turn me in. What is my identity? How could I have so much money to give her? I had no choice but to beg her for mercy day by day.

Just dragging it."

"She is a person who uses dirty tricks to scheme against others. She is still making waves even if there is no wind! Now she is holding on to the evidence of your bad deeds and does not squeeze a lot of money out of your hands. How can she let you go so easily?

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This is called ‘shooting a rock and hitting yourself in the foot’, and it’s your own fault! Who made you have bad intentions? Just let her do it and live with it!”

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After Lin Qingwen finished frightening Aunt Zhao, she grabbed Ma Daopo's fan and returned to her room. She took off her shoes and socks and got on the embroidery bed.

She made an impromptu decision to take Ma Daopo's fan today. Firstly, she wanted to use her as an experiment to verify whether her guess was correct; secondly, she wanted to find an opportunity to help Aunt Zhao block her out and not let her cause trouble in the sky.

For Aunt Zhao, just to save Tanchun's face.

Not long after, Qingwen woke up from her dream and smiled silently.

That's right! What the lame Taoist gave her was a super skill. Depending on a certain medium, she could dream of important information about the owner of the medium.

However, the cloud in my mind seemed to have become lighter, from opaque to hazy, and the light spots inside were brighter than before.

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Early in the morning, Qingwen started her first vegetarian experiment - vegan oil-free braised dried beans.

This was one of the vegetarian recipes she received from the God of Cookery in her dream, and it took her two days to prepare just the spices.

There was no shortage of dried chili peppers, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, pepper, cloves, cinnamon, and fennel. She also went to the Hengtuyuan and pulled out a few slices of licorice and a few cardamom and grass fruits.

All of this is wrapped in a piece of clean gauze to make a spice bag.

Aunt Zheng had prepared a stove for her a few days ago, and now a fire was lit in the yard.

Qingwen put the dried tofu, spice packets, soy sauce, salt and other seasonings into the pot, added water, and brought to a boil over high heat.

After the water boils, turn to low heat and simmer until the flavor is absorbed.

The smell from the pot gradually wafted out, and the whole yard was filled with the fresh and salty aroma of dried tofu.

Is it almost done?
Chapter completed!