When Jijin returned to Zhuangzi in a carriage, it was almost dusk.

There were seven or eight servants sitting in the carriage. They did not come from the same farm. These wives and mothers were decent in the farm. When they came to the Tang family, they kept their anger and kept their voices. They did not dare to neglect them at all. According to the rules, they would come to the old house to reconcile every season, but the mistress of the third house has not been in Beijing these years.

Most of the accounts are right from the managers around the master, and they will be sent to the old house by the old lady at the end of the year. Now that the serious master is back, these managers do not dare to be careless at all. Not only are the accounts in their hands clean, but they have also carefully prepared their clothes and dress. Although they have heard of the wife's temperament, people with good temperament cannot withstand the three furious officials' furious jobs.

Who knew that I had never seen my wife's face at all. The account book was taken in by my aunt beside me. Several people were waiting in the corridor, respectfully on their faces. But they had their own plans in their hearts. They were all old people in the village. They had been in charge of accounts for most of their lives. Even the young wives took over their mother-in-law's account book, and they had their own accounts in their hearts when they devoted their prosperity to each quarter.

But I saw that it took a few hours to get the young wife from the new village. The rest was led by the girl to go to the backyard for meals. Although the previous executives were harsh, they had not been able to look at the accounts for so long.

In the backyard, a room was opened for several people for food. The girl who served the dishes also smiled and said, "Mrs. said that the aunts worked hard at the farm and added two dishes." The food on the table was already rich, so she brought a goose leg vermicelli pot and a garlic sprouts to the pot.

Although they were not working in the same farm, everyone had the vision to see that Aunt Duan, who was the highest in that year, moved the chopsticks, and then they all raised the chopsticks to eat. The wife of the Northern Suburbs dyeing workshop sat next to Aunt Duan, and picked up her big goose legs and sent them to Aunt Duan's bowl: "This is the first time we have eaten in the mansion. Aunt has a goose legs. This button is good, so my aunt can try it too!"

Aunt Duan was not in a hurry to move the chopsticks, took a sip of tea first, and said slowly: "This is the kindness of the master to us. Don't think that you will take the Zhuang as the king when you arrive at the Zhuang. If you leave the master, we are just a single wild dog. You can only go to the grave circle with your tails to dig food."

Another chubby daughter-in-law said, "Mrs. I don't know if it's a blessing or a disaster. Chunsheng's family is from, don't you have any contact with her?" She asked her daughter-in-law from the Beijiao Dyeing Factory.

Chunsheng's family said: "Although I am close to their weaving workshop, I have fewer contacts. I have only once borrowed dyes. When she was her daughter, she served our little master, so naturally she has more blue eyes." Chunsheng's family chewing a piece of oily, re-cooked meat, and her face was light. The little master was just a girl, and how many years could the boss love her?

The fat wife, who had just spoken, looked at someone beside her and saw that she was wearing a cloth shirt with mixed threads, and said unconsciously: "You can pretend to be garlic. In the past, you are the most pretty, but today I have worn a piece of scraps, but I want to gain a reputation for being thrifty in front of my wife." The fat wife tidied up the agate hairpin on her head and handed the tiger skin tofu close to her for Aunt Duan to eat.

The wife wearing miscellaneous clothes bit her ears unconsciously: "I wanted to restrain myself, but you all are so arrogant."

"The names of our shop owners are there, and they can't get into the shell of a snail if they shrink down. Besides, who doesn't respect the silk clothes first and then the people, and they're wearing a broken baby? The mace man is on the right side of the bed!

"I just don't know what kind of personality our wife is?" The wife in a scribble-clothed dress shrank her shoulders and whispered: "Why have you seen this for so long today?"

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it all those old guys in the past ten years?" The fat wife disagreed. Her white face shook, and her little red mouth did not stop. She swallowed a piece of duck meat and sucked two shrimp balls in a row, which was so hot that she exhaled: "We don't know how to raise silkworms, and we don't know how much silk produced every year, but how many pounds of raw silk produced can produce as much silk silk, and how many pounds of cooked silk produced can produce as much silk cotton. This is a dead end. Who has the ability to change it?"

The wife wearing a scattered shirt glanced at Aunt Duan who was sitting on the top: "Yes, Aunt Duan doesn't care about the workshop, but only cares about the crops on the big village. How much silk is needed for the quarrels? It has nothing to do with his mother."

Manager Qi, who is in charge of raw silk purchasing, is Aunt Duan’s godson, and she is raised by her.

Aunt Duan looked unhappy. She was a little old but had good teeth. She specially clamped the crispy pig bones and squeaked them. She felt her mind determined: the mistress who was a newcomer must show some ability. She finally hugged Kyoto's thighs and decided not to let go. The first thing the wife of a big merchant like the Tang family had to do was to check the accounts. The account book was not counted and it was not enough to count it. There were so many twists and turns inside. The expert who was not an experienced master could only watch the flowers in the fog. If he leaned into it, he would also enter the ** array. At that time, it would be ugly.

Every year, the old lady only cares about the purchase and reserve of silk. She has done all her efforts. The farmers who raise tusser silkworms can get more benefits. What about the master of the boss? He bought it himself a few years ago, but later he personally handed it to his godson when he grew up. He is not greedy and always only makes such a small profit. I like that in recent years, the boss is getting bigger and bigger, and the small profits gathered more, and he has become fat... Besides, the godson and the boss are dating for life, so how can the boss not believe him?

The Chunsheng family is also considered his confidant. Seeing that everyone was eating and chatting, Aunt Duan whispered to Chunsheng family: "I can't say I'm going to reshuffle this time."

Chunsheng's family was shocked: "How to wash it?"

"The left is just a handover village. Your dyeing workshop often supplies goods to the East Suburbs weaving workshop, and then to the West Suburbs, so as to avoid frequent visits and taking advantage of the partnership." These changes are not fundamental. Everyone is wearing a pair of pants, and Manchang is in charge of the newly opened village. It is a matter of time to pull him into the water. Aunt Duan chewed the crisp bones in a squeaky way. After eating, she went to pick up the fragrant baked walnut kernels on the eight-treasure rice, which was also crispy: "At most, it's just a few weavers to cut off."
Chapter completed!