Chapter 86 The person who vowed to be your daughter
Mr. Wu, who was in charge of the accounts in Dianthuan Pavilion, was the dowry of Song Qinghuan's biological mother. When she got married first, Xiaoyun gave him to Song Qinghuan as a dowry.
Because of his old age, Song Qinghuan originally just kept him in the village. Later, when He Li planned to open a shop, he invited Mr. Wu to come over and take charge.
Mr. Wu is not young yet, but he has a weird temper. He doesn't like those who flatter and flatter people very much, let alone those who follow the dragon and the phoenix.
This is why when you are old, you are still alone, without children or companions.
Although he has a weird temper, he is extremely serious and upright in his work, and the shop assistants all respect him.
With such an old gentleman in charge of the accounts, Song Qinghuan couldn't be more at ease. Since it was related to money, everything was left to him.
When reporting the accounts to Song Qinghuan that day, Mr. Wu couldn't help but say a few more words: "I think that Niu is not an honest person. I'm afraid I can't rely on him to run such a big shop like this."
Song Qinghuan turned over the account in his hand and sighed: "What the gentleman said is that if I didn't have anyone available, I wouldn't invite him here."
He added: "I also asked someone to look for it elsewhere, but I couldn't find it for a while. I'll just make do with it and just keep a close eye on it."
Everyone in the Dianzhuang Pavilion knew about Niu Shun's beating and scolding of his wife and daughter. Some people who couldn't stand it came forward to say something, but they were stunned and embarrassed by the scolding. Anyone in the Dianzhuang Pavilion could mention Niu Shun.
, all filled with resentment.
The most pitiful ones are Yuan and Yanzhi.
Song Qinghuan knew all these things, but the sad thing was that no one was available at the moment, and there was no way to take Niu Shun away for a while.
Mr. Wu then said: "This Kyoto is neither big nor small. Those who have this craft and have money in their hands mostly open their own shops. Those who don't have much money can also set up a stall to make a living.
Instead of looking for people in the city of Kyoto, girl, it would be better to go to the south and look for craftsmen who want to try their luck in Kyoto."
The words awakened the dreamer. It turned out that Song Qinghuan always wanted to find people in Kyoto, and she always knew the details. But when Mr. Wu said it, she woke her up.
Women in the south are as gentle as water, and I heard that the rouge and gouache there are also as gentle as women. If I go there to find a master, I think it won't be any worse.
Song Qinghuan smiled: "I am careless, but the old gentleman is well-informed."
Song Qinghuan had an idea about this matter, and that day he asked Song Youyu for the first grade of junior high school and asked him to take Song Dashan for a trip to the south.
When Song Youyu heard that he was going to the south to look for someone, he frowned and asked, "Is there no one to be found in Kyoto?"
He added: "If you don't have a way out, just tell me and I'll let Chen Laoer go find it for you."
While performing acupuncture on his upper leg, Song Qinghuan said: "I don't want the one in Kyoto. I just want to find one in the south. I just want to see what the road is on the other side of the south."
"Just lend me the first grade of junior high school. I will keep it and return it to you at the end of next month."
Zhang Yunwei's flower party is scheduled for mid-February. It will be fine as long as Niu Shun can avoid making a big mess before the flower party. Moreover, on the first day of the new year, he must bring back the master from the south.
Song Youyu originally thought that it was unnecessary to go south to look for his master in a big way, but it was obvious that Song Qinghuan was very determined. Thinking of the current situation of the Song family, he swallowed his words again.
He just said: "Okay, okay, you have a point. If you want to borrow it, just borrow it. Anyway, you can use it easily."
The matter was settled like this. On the same day, Song Dashan, one of the first students from the first class, was called to hand over the task to them. Since time was tight, it was decided to set off early the next day.
On the first day of the year, he said with a bitter face and some reluctance: "Good girl, I have never been out of Kyoto City since I was a child. You suddenly asked me to go to the south for a trip, or I should find a master to come back. I, I'm afraid of doing that."
Less than..."
Song Qinghuan only said: "You can do it."
With this "you can do it", we set out on the journey with Song Dashan the next morning, the first day of the lunar new year.
There has been no news for many days, and Song Qinghuan is also not very happy.
Niu Shun's first batch of rouge and gouache was completed, packed in porcelain boxes with pictures of flowers and birds, and sent over by Mr. Wu to Song Qinghuan for inspection.
Song Qinghuan didn't do much research on these things, so he simply invited Zhang Yunwei over.
When Song Qinghuan was following his master, he had learned quite well how to distinguish medicinal materials, so he also identified the ingredients for these powders, and only handed them over to Zhang Yunwei when there were no problems.
Zhang Yunwei washed his face slightly and applied all the makeup on his face. After half a day of meeting, the makeup was still in good condition, so he nodded: "This master is quite useful, and the things he makes are not bad."
Song Qinghuan said: "It's just that the color is missing."
As soon as his eyes rolled, he had another idea, and called Texue into the house: "Go and tell the eldest young master that he will ask Mr. Chen to come out for dinner tomorrow. I must thank him for his help."
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Texue left in response. Song Qinghuan wrapped several sets of rouge and gouache for Zhang Yunwei to take back, and gave another set to Song Qingyan from Wuyou Pavilion.
Zhang Yunwei didn't refuse either. The bunch of sisters-in-law and sisters at home always wanted to move around.
He only wondered why Song Qinghuan wanted to invite Mr. Chen to dinner, so he asked more eloquently: "Who is Mr. Chen?"
Song Qinghuan said: "They are the pig friends and dog friends around Jing Yu."
"This guy has a lot of connections. I'm thinking of giving him a few sets of these powders and letting him give them away to see if others can use them too."
Only then did Zhang Yunwei realize and nodded: "You are still thoughtful."
Many days passed after such a busy time. Song Qinghuan was lying in bed at night, and suddenly remembered what happened to the Paihuazi who kidnapped Xiao Jingtong.
Just thinking about it, I turned over in a daze and planned to ask Liu Ping to ask tomorrow, when I heard a slight movement on the window coffin.
She was startled and hurriedly sat up, and a burst of laughter came from the room.
"Have a rest?"
Xiao Ci came and went freely in Song Qinghuan's boudoir. He sat down on the couch on the bed without any ceremony and crossed his legs.
Song Qinghuan said angrily: "You said you are such a dignified prince, why do you like to break into the house through windows?"
"Hahahaha..." Xiao Ci said with a smile: "You mean, let me walk in openly next time?"
He raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of narrow-mindedness, "I don't care, I'm just afraid that you will be despised by thousands of people."
As he spoke, he changed his position again and stretched out his hand to lift up a corner of the tent. Before he could see a single star, Song Qinghuan slapped it with his palm.
He smiled cheerfully again: "Get up and take you to have a drink."
"I won't go." Song Qinghuan refused: "I've been too tired recently, and there are a lot of things to do tomorrow morning. If you don't have a companion, just ask Chun Niang to accompany you."
"Oh..." Xiao Ci couldn't hide the smile at the corners of his eyes and brows, his voice was long, but his smile was meaningful.
After a pause, he continued: "You are from a girl's family, why are you so lucky? If you marry this king, among other things, you will definitely not have to worry about food and clothing."
Song Qinghuan rolled her eyes, passed her green-white fingers through the back of her head, lifted up her loose black hair, and said, "Come on, I am the one who vowed to be your daughter...
