The two entered the room. Sang Ye and Yi Hui served fruit tea. Ning Wei handed the snowflake cake to Jiang Xingyu and said, "Xingyu, try it."
Jiang Xingyu stretched out his hand, took a piece and put it into his mouth, chewed it, and his mouth was filled with fragrant crisps. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed at the snowflake crisps and said, "It's delicious! Where did you buy this?"
Ning Wei smiled and said: "We made it ourselves. If you like it, you can take some back later. I plan to open a snack shop."
With that said, Ning Wei told Jiang Xingyu about opening a pastry shop and shoe store.
Jiang Xingyu was extremely impressed, "Ah Wei, you are really a money-making expert."
Ning Wei pursed her lips and smiled, "The pastry shop and shoe store have just started. I don't know whether they can make money."
Jiang Xingyu said: "How will you know if you don't try? If you have an idea, just go for it. I support you."
Ning Wei walked to the bookcase, took the document from the bookcase and handed it to Jiang Xingyu, "Xingyu, this is the contract between the pastry shop and the shoe shop. You take a look first. It's like a row of rice. You take 30%, how about it?"
"
Jiang Xingyu lowered his head and glanced at the contract quickly, and then put the contract on the table, "A Wei, if you have enough money, you can do it. I won't participate in other businesses."
Ning Wei also wanted to persuade Jiang Xingyu, hoping that she would accept it.
Jiang Xingyu was the first to say: "You know, I am not short of money. To me, money is just a number. But you are different. You have to use money in too many places, so you have to make money well."
Jiang Xingyu refused to accept her offer, so Ning Wei had no choice but to let her go, remembering Jiang Xingyu's kindness in her heart.
Jiang Xingyu took out a stack of silver notes and put them in Ning Wei's hand, "Here are 200,000 taels of silver notes. Count them! I'll lend them to you. When you make money, return it to me."
Ning Wei was extremely grateful, tapped the banknote, and then wrote an IOU, "Xing Yu, please keep this."
Jiang Xingyu wanted to say no, but for the sake of Ning Wei's peace of mind, he accepted it.
The two chatted for a while, and Jiang Xingyu stood up to leave.
Ning Wei was too lazy to choose a name, so the pastry shop inherited the name of Wansheng Rice Shop and named it Wansheng Pastry Shop, and the shoe shop named Wansheng Shoes.
As we enter late autumn and the weather becomes increasingly cold, Wansheng charcoal fire shop and Wansheng cotton clothing shop have opened one after another.
For a time, there were many Wansheng-branded shops on the streets of Beijing.
In Weiyuan Hou's Mansion, Mrs. Hou returned to the mansion after performing rituals at Daxiangguo Temple for seven days.
As soon as Mrs. Hou entered the door, a servant came in and said, "Madam, someone from Duke Chengguo's Mansion came here to hand over the post."
Aunt Qiao took the post and gave it to Mrs. Hou.
Mrs. Hou opened the post and took a look, her face suddenly darkened.
Aunt Qiao asked: "Madam, what's the matter?"
Mrs. Hou handed the post to Aunt Qiao, "You can read it yourself."
Aunt Qiao took the post, lowered her head and looked at it, "Old Madam, please ask Madam to come over tomorrow?"
Mrs. Hou said with a frown: "I thought that if a smart person like my mother were given a few days, she would be able to figure it out and stop bothering her.
I never expected that even though I had been away for several days, my mother would still be obsessed with this matter. What should I do?"
Aunt Qiao came up with an idea and said, "Madam, how about we go out for a while?"
Mrs. Hou shook her head slightly, "No, I can't avoid it anyway. What is supposed to come will always come, so face it calmly."
Aunt Qiao said worriedly: "What should I do if the old lady asks me to come to propose marriage?"
Mrs. Hou was extremely troubled, "They are all grandchildren, why does mother always prefer Sister Yi? Isn't Le Geer her grandson?"
Aunt Qiao lowered her hands and said nothing. This was not something she could accept.
Mrs. Hou sighed and said helplessly: "Even if my mother tries to force her, there is nothing she can do. Le Geer has an engagement with Miss Ning."
Aunt Qiao said: "If this happens, I'm afraid the old lady will be angry."
Mrs. Hou looked at the post and murmured: "Just be angry. Over the years, has my mother been less angry with me? Sometimes I wonder if I was born by my mother? Otherwise, why would my mother always target me?"
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Auntie Qiao reminded: "Madam, please don't say this nonsense. If you let the old lady know about it, the old lady will lose her temper again."
Wu Errong had questioned whether he was a biological child when he was in his teens.
After Mrs. Cui found out, Mrs. Cui lost her temper. In the end, Wu Errong was punished to kneel down in the ancestral hall for a day.
Mrs. Hou sighed, "I know!"
Seeing Mrs. Hou's lonely look, Aunt Han sighed, "I only entered the house after Mrs. Hou was born."
Before, Aunt Han didn't think about this at all. Later, when she saw that Mrs. Cui was too partial, the words the master blurted out when she was angry made Aunt Qiao suspicious.
She wanted to investigate, but was afraid of causing trouble to her master.
Mrs. Hou raised her head and looked at Nanny Han, "Nanny is also suspicious, right?"
Aunt Han did not dare to delve into the matter, and shook her head and said: "Madam, this matter is not appropriate to delve into. Even if the old madam is not the madam's biological mother, if the old madam can record the madam in her name and raise her, the young lady should be extremely grateful."
Mrs. Hou thought for a while and said: "What you said makes sense! If my mother can take me under her name and raise me, and give me the status of her legitimate daughter, I should be extremely grateful. I'm tired, so I'll go and rest first.
"
After Mr. Hou returned to his residence, he learned that Mrs. Hou had returned to his residence and walked to Qingyi Garden.
Aunt Han saw the Marquis at the foot of the verandah and bowed her knees in greeting.
The Marquis asked: "Where is Madam?"
Aunt Han bent her knees and said, "Go back to Mr. Marquis, Madam is tired and rest."
The Marquis was stunned and frowned slightly, "Madam, are you not feeling well? Have you asked the doctor to come over and have a look?"
Aunt Han shook her head and briefly told about the post that Mrs. Hou received from the Duke's mansion when she returned home. At the end, she said: "Madam is worried about the old lady's proposed marriage."
Mr. Hou suddenly thought, "I know."
The Marquis entered the back room and saw his wife leaning on the bedside, looking up with her eyes wondering what she was thinking.
When Mrs. Hou heard the sound, she turned her head and looked over. When she saw Mr. Hou coming in, she hurriedly sat up and wanted to get out of bed to greet him.
Mr. Hou stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand to hold Mrs. Hou down, "Just rest when you are tired. There is no need to get up."
Mrs. Hou leaned back again.
Mr. Hou sat sideways on the bedside, leaned against the bedside with Mrs. Hou, stretched his hands behind Mrs. Hou, held her in his arms, and said warmly: "I have worked hard these days, Madam. I kneel down and worship in the temple every day.
Are your legs hurting when you kneel down?"
As he said this, Mr. Hou stretched out his other hand to pinch Mrs. Hou's legs.
Mrs. Hou was afraid of itching, so she stretched out her hand to hold down Mr. Hou's hand and begged for mercy: "Master Hou, please don't press it, it's itchy!"
Mr. Hou held Mrs. Hou's hand with his backhand, squeezed it gently, and said softly: "Mother-in-law, did you hand over the post?"
Mrs. Hou nodded, "Yes, mother wants me to come over tomorrow."
The Marquis asked: "For Brother Le's marriage?"
Mrs. Hou nodded and said: "It should be! That day, I made it very clear, but my mother didn't seem to listen. I thought I would stay away for a few days and give my mother some time, so that she can figure it out... Oh!"
