It has been a custom since ancient times for the owner to test the skills of the craftsmen.
Niu Shun became a little unhappy when he heard this. He felt that Song Qinghuan didn't think highly of him. But when he thought that twenty taels per month would be more than two hundred taels in a year, he immediately suppressed his unwillingness.
He snorted coldly: "How do you want to test it, girl?"
He added: "My grandfather was an errand in the palace. I have to pass it on to him personally. Not many people in Beijing know this."
Song Qinghuan didn't say anything. It was true that his grandfather was a servant in the palace, but it was not without reason that he still behaved like this after receiving a personal inheritance.
After signaling with his eyes, Song Dashan immediately came forward with several boxes in his hands, opened them one by one and placed them in front of Niu Shun.
Song Qinghuan said: "Master, could you please show me how these kinds of makeup are made?"
Niu Shun gave Song Qinghuan a disdainful look, picked up a box of rouge, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then twisted it again to look at the color carefully, and after a moment he said: "Snow Mountain Red."
Seeing Song Qinghuan nodding, he smoothly explained all the ingredients for the "Snow Mountain Red" rouge, and then said: "As for the method, it is also a secret recipe, so I can't say."
Putting down the rouge, he told the rest of the things in the same way.
After one round, I didn't see anything wrong.
Song Qinghuan still didn't trust Niu Shun's ability, so he only smiled and had no other expressions throughout the whole process.
If Chen Erxun hadn't brought someone like Niu Shun, she wouldn't have been willing to invite him, but since he was from Chen Erxun, she must be quite capable.
"I wonder if Master Niu has any other requests?" Song Qinghuan interrupted Niu Shun and talked about his grandfather's deeds.
Niu Shun's voice stopped, and after thinking for a while, he choked out the words on his lips: "Not yet."
After a pause, he added: "It will be hard to say in the future."
Song Qinghuan responded: "Since Master Niu has no demands for the time being, can Master Niu work as usual tomorrow?"
Niu Shun opened his mouth to speak when Mr. Yuan, who was standing by the door, immediately responded with a smile: "Yes, yes, don't worry, girl, he will be able to work as usual tomorrow."
Before he could finish his words, Niu Shansheng said angrily and displeasedly: "Why do you, a woman, talk so much? Is there any place for you to talk here?"
Then he scolded: "I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes by marrying you. Not to mention giving birth to a loser, you only know how to take advantage of me..."
This man looks polite, but when he curses, he is not vague at all.
Song Dashan couldn't look at it and interrupted quickly: "Master Niu, our girl is asking you something."
Niu Shun snorted coldly, stopped cursing, but still said with an arrogant look: "Well, recently several employers want to invite me, I'm still thinking about it, girl, give me some time, if I
I've thought about it, and I'll go to work at your place tomorrow."
He added: "My grandfather worked as an errand in the palace..."
When Song Qinghuan came out of Niu's house, the smile on his face fell. He turned around and glanced at Yanzhi who was standing timidly at the door. He didn't say anything.
After getting on the carriage and the group of people were far away, Song Qinghuan said coldly: "Let Song Dashan go check and find out who Niu Shun's old employer is and why he lost his job."
Texue responded, raised the curtain of the carriage and gave Song Dashan a few instructions. Then he sat back and asked, "Miss, do you think this Master Niu is not very reliable?"
Song Qinghuan sneered: "How can a person who talks about the glory of his ancestors all day long be reliable?"
Texue asked again: "That girl asked him to be an errand again?"
"He has some abilities." Song Qinghuan said.
Those who are capable can indeed be used, but those who are unreliable cannot be reused.
You still need to make some preparations.
After leaving Niu's house, Song Qinghuan walked around the shop again before going back.
The repairs inside the shop have been completed, now it’s all about the details.
The teahouse is basically ready. Two of the four chefs are used to making northern dim sum, and two are from the south. All of them have good skills. These chefs have been here these days.
Create new refreshments.
The shopkeeper is Xiaoyun's dowry, and he is quite capable. He takes care of several young boys and girls and teaches them the rules every day.
Basically, we have made enough preparations.
On the other hand, the powder shop is still a little worried. Niu Shun'er will definitely come to work tomorrow, but he alone is not enough.
Before the flower party, you must have some powder and beauty cream available, and after you find the master, you still have to look at his housekeeping skills.
Song Qinghuan originally thought that doing business was simple and easy, but now that he has started it, he realizes that everything is not easy.
After coming out of the powder shop, the sky was already dark, and Song Qinghuan felt very tired.
The carriage went slowly to Qibei Houfu, and she leaned against the wall of the carriage and fell asleep, but suddenly she wanted to have a drink.
As her thoughts moved, she opened her eyes and wanted to speak, but before she could say anything, the carriage suddenly stopped, causing her and Ta Xue to jump hard and almost fall down.
Just when Texue was about to ask, he heard a burst of angry curses outside.
Song Qinghuan was confused. He lifted the curtain and took a look. He saw several beggars gathered around, punching and kicking one person, and kept spitting curses.
I could vaguely hear that these beggars were trying to steal something.
"Liu Ping." Song Qinghuan called out.
Liu Ping, who was driving the car, immediately understood. He raised the whip in his hand and whipped the group of beggars: "Everyone of them is dying, right?"
A beggar was beaten and made a sound in pain, but the dignitaries in the capital did not dare to offend him. They cursed in a low voice and then dispersed in droves.
There was only one person left on the ground who was beaten so hard that he couldn't even get up.
The color of the man's shirt was indistinguishable. He held his head and restrained his body. He didn't know whether he was a man or a woman, dead or alive.
Liu Ping quickly jumped out of the carriage, checked the man's pulse, and then said to Song Qinghuan: "Girl, I am a young man. He is still alive. What should I do now?"
Song Qinghuan was bullied by those little beggars just now. He remembered that he had been bullied like this when he was homeless, and he couldn't help it anymore.
It felt good for a while when I was just minding my own business, but now I was in trouble again.
The money in her hands is very scarce now, and she has no time to care about others. But if she doesn't care about him, he may die like this.
But she was not evil-hearted after all, so she thought about it and said, "It's not far from the makeup shop. Send the person there first to settle her."
The young boy was unconscious all the time. Song Qinghuan sent him to the cosmetics shop because he was afraid that he would be severely beaten. He saw his injuries again, picked up the medicine and returned home. He was taken care of by others, and then he went home.
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It was already dark when I returned home, and there was silence everywhere in the house. It was much quieter than before, and the atmosphere was very wrong.
As soon as he returned to Lan Yue Pavilion, Xunmei came up to greet him and said in a loud voice: "Girl, something big happened in the house today.
