Just before Minrong gave birth, "Guozhiyu" had been open for more than three months. In addition to making sixteen taels in the first month, the monthly profit in the next two months surged to fifty taels.
The couple, Jinxi and Minrong, were very happy. Even Fei Yanggu, who had never been very optimistic about the development prospects of "Guozhiyu", was amazed.
After many years of war in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, the development of business in the Qing Dynasty in the 25th year of Kangxi's reign was not very balanced. Although there were many large and profitable commercial houses, most of them were accumulated by generations of ancestors.
It was built up by the reputation and wealth. Or it was opened by behind-the-scenes investment by the royal relatives. As for ordinary small shops, an income of more than ten taels per month is already enough for the shopkeeper to burn high incense and worship the Buddha every day.
Effective.
Therefore, when Fei Yanggu learned that his daughter's free time with Fujin (daughter's original words) earned him almost four times his salary, he felt even more bitter than marrying his daughter.
"Master! Isn't my daughter afraid that you will feel uncomfortable? I didn't tell you clearly, please, don't hold on to her. In the past few months, she has made great progress. Not to mention the big words she wrote are enough.
It is comparable to the beautiful girls who participated in the election, and even the painting skills are becoming more and more proficient. Moreover, I saw that the maid next to her, Hatsufuji Hung, is doing well, and I have already started to let her start to teach Xi'er step by step to lay the foundation.
I will teach Auntie next year and I should be able to keep up with the progress."
Minrong lay on the soft couch with a big belly. She counted the time and found that it was only a few days before giving birth, but her stomach still didn't respond. I don't know whether it was past the dangerous period or whether she had been recovering well during this period.
In short, she feels that the days since this month have been the most comfortable since her pregnancy.
"What are you talking about! Are you afraid that I will feel uncomfortable?! I think she is very nervous." Fei Yanggu raised his thick eyebrows and stared with big eyes. He said in a rough voice: "Every girl is a girl. I want to learn how to be a girl at home."
"Hong, practicing calligraphy and painting is the serious thing. How can you learn how to be a merchant and make money... how decent is it!" His brain was really burned out before he agreed to the two of them. It's really nonsense. Book fans also like to read:! What if he was killed by the emperor?
Now that he knows it, he's not sure what he will think. He might think that he is the mastermind behind "The Word of Fruit"... Huh! It's just that he can't see the money, and he has been covered with such a big misunderstanding. It's enough for him to hold back.
Humiliated.
Fei Yanggu blew his beard and felt sulky.
When Minrong saw this, she wanted to laugh but didn't dare. She also said that the master was jealous. Her daughter was considerate to her and would always bring the newly baked pastries from "Fruit Language" to honor her. The master rarely had the opportunity to taste them.
.Who is to blame? You can’t blame the master himself. Who asked him to criticize the small cake that his daughter gave him for the first time as useless? It’s strange that his daughter dares to use it to honor him!
It's strange to say that on the surface, the two of them are doing something wrong, but once something happens, the one who hurts the most is Jin Xi.
Recalling what happened in early August, Minrong already had a deep understanding of Fei Yanggu's temperament.
At that time, Jinrou fell in love with Jinxi's fuchsia-green summer dress, which made the Shui clan's Yingxue Courtyard quiet for several days. The Shui clan was also interested. She secretly inquired from Chuto about how to make this summer dress.
, I wanted to go back and make a new dress of the same style for Jinrou. Unfortunately, there was no ordinary Dutch-green fabric in the warehouse, and there was only one piece of Dutch-green cicada fabric, which Chuto used to make a summer dress for Jinrou.
So, Mrs. Shui had no choice but to ask Minrong for a piece of the same expensive and refreshing aqua blue cicada yarn. Unexpectedly, the new clothes that took several days to be made were thrown into the courtyard by Jin Rou, the girl.
She cried and said that the Shui family was bullying her. She obviously wanted to wear a summer dress exactly like Jinxi, but she chose the color she disliked the most. It was obvious that she didn't like her and deliberately bullied her...
As soon as the master learned about this, he directly sent someone to Yingxueyuan to spread the message, to the effect that she could no longer let her misbehave. If she did not do it again, she would move out of Yingxueyuan and live in a Zayuan. Ulanara
The house does not lack the character of a concubine like her.
As soon as these words came out, not only Jinrou, but also Shui and Xia were shocked.
I originally thought that when the master placed Jinrou in the name of the Shui family, he did not want to wrong Jinrou. After all, it was the Shen family who was at fault, and it was the Shen family who was divorced. Jinrou was innocent. What's more, she was young and lost all of a sudden.
Auntie, it is inevitable to be afraid of being sad. Therefore, in the past few months, the Shui family has not neglected Jinrou. Unexpectedly, the master would say such serious words. Now, even the ignorant Jinrou realized it.
In Fei Yanggu's eyes, his status was not as high as that of Jinxi. Even a summer dress from Jinxi could not match it.
Alas, Minrong sighed softly after thinking about this. It would be fine if Jinrou could live her own life peacefully from now on. As a legitimate mother, Minrong thought that she would not treat her badly. But what if?
She is still so ignorant and wants to fight over something with Xi'er, so even if Xi'er has a big belly and doesn't care about her, she will definitely come forward to clean it up.
"Okay, why are you sighing!" Fei Yanggu came back to his senses and heard Minrong sighing helplessly, saying that she was also worried about her daughter's "Guozhiyu".
Minrong raised her eyes at him suspiciously. Just as she was about to ask something, she felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen. Her heart tightened, thinking that she was about to give birth.
"Quickly, let Xia'er find the midwife." At the same time, she supported her body and walked to the delivery room that Xi'er had prepared with her.
When Fei Yanggu saw this situation, he knew that Minrong was about to give birth. He quickly shouted at Xia'er and others who were waiting outside: "Fu Jin is about to give birth, hurry up and get ready!"
After a long struggle, Minrong finally gave birth to a fat boy weighing 7 pounds.
Jinxi gathered around Minrong's bed, curiously admiring her brother who was washed and dried by the midwife and then sleeping peacefully beside Minrong. She had never seen such a small person before.
"Eniang, can you rest assured now? Xi'er is right, right? Eniang's baby must be a younger brother!" Jinxi grinned and joked at Minrong.
Hearing this, Minrong burst into laughter. She stretched out her index finger and tapped the tip of Jinxi's nose: "You are the only one who is poor! E Niang can't get out of bed or get off the ground during her confinement. You have to be obedient and don't worry E Niang."
"I understand, E Niang, since when has my daughter ever let E Niang worry about her?" Jin Xi narrowed her eyes and smiled, patting her chest and repeating her assurance. Just kidding, she is not really a six-year-old baby, she still needs to be worried about by her mother all the time.
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"That's good." Minrong smiled softly. The postpartum fatigue came back again, and her body gradually became sleepy. Other book friends read normally:.
"Eniang, sleep peacefully, Xi'er looked at Eniang and her brother." Jinxi saw that Bainiang looked tired, and knew that for Minrong, who had given birth for most of the day but only rested for less than three hours, it was still difficult.
It was far from enough for her to regain her strength, so she comforted herself.
Fei Yanggu entered the palace early and had not returned yet. Jinxi deliberately got up early and rushed to Liutangyuan to chat with Bainiang and take a look at her biological brother in this era.
After Minrong fell into a deep sleep, Jinxi propped her chin up on the bed frame and carefully looked at her baby brother who was also sleeping soundly.
Don't they all say that children are wrinkled and look like red monkeys when they are born? But why does she feel that her baby brother is not only fair and pink, but also very handsome?
It makes people want to reach out and pinch it. No wonder her baby face is often "ravaged" by her twin brothers. Now it's better. With this plump, white and tender little brother, her life should be better.
Will it be easier?
Qingsui's aromatherapy paste has developed twelve kinds of nectar aromatherapy formulas. In addition to the wintersweet and plum blossoms that were originally developed, spring has begun and summer has come, Qingsui has successively come up with ten more scented seasonal flowers.
Ointment, white orchid, gardenia, tuberose, jasmine, rose, narcissus, peony, clove, chamomile, geranium. They are all flowers with rich and elegant fragrance and long-lasting fragrance.
Roses are indeed the imitation representative in aromatherapy. With the same refining method, other flowers can only be made into paste, candles, or balm. However, roses were actually developed into oil by Qingsui. This
But it’s the ancient version of pure natural rose essential oil!
Jinxi just barely bowed to Qingsui.
In this way, the aromatherapy shop can be opened smoothly. The start-up funds are already in her purse, waiting for her to call at any time. A lot of aromatherapy for early promotion and sales has also been prepared, and they are all sealed and stored in the side hall where Qingsui works.
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All that remains is the location and decoration.
Jin Xi thought as she slid to the edge of the bed, half sitting and half lying next to her younger brother, thinking about the name of the Aromatherapy Shop. Book fans also like to read:.
The cake shop uses the "Language of Fruit", so the aromatherapy shop can't be called the "Language of Flowers", right?
Jin Xi couldn't help but slap her forehead and secretly laugh at her poor naming skills.
Countless beautiful words related to aromatherapy and essential oils popped into her mind, but she rejected them one by one. Finally, she settled on "honey words", the nectar of flowers and the fragrance of fragrance. Well, that's it.
Jin Xi grinned and decided on the name of the aromatherapy chain store that would become popular in the Qing Dynasty in the future. Then he also narrowed his eyes and took a nap with satisfaction.
When Fei Yanggu came in, what he saw was such a "beautiful sleeping picture", a sweet scene of one big and two small, with their heads next to their heads and their bodies close to each other, sleeping soundly side by side.
After being stunned for a long time, he took a nightgown and stepped forward to cover his daughter.
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Taking advantage of Minrong's confinement period, "Miyu" Aromatherapy Shop opened in full swing at the overpass of Qianmen Street.
This time, Jinxi asked Qingsui to come forward to choose the shop and find the decoration team.
Firstly, Qingsui is older than her and is half the boss of "Miyu", so he has this right of course. Secondly, Jinxi wants to train Qingsui. It won't be long before she has to accept the discipline of her tutor.
In a few years, he will be in the palace again to be elected. Rather than stepping forward to take charge of "Biyu" and then replacing him within a few days, it is better to let Qingsui directly take charge.
"The aromatherapy shop is her last means of livelihood, and she doesn't want her family to know about it yet.
In the eyes of her family, she is only six years old. Taking care of the "Word of Fruit" is the limit of their trust. If another aromatherapy shop pops up at this time, they will not be so scared that they drag her back to the mansion. Especially.
It was her cheap father who thought that a woman should sit quietly in the backyard embroidering flowers and raising grass instead of selling the grass grown from the embroidered flowers on the market. That would be worse than killing him. (To be continued.)