The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

Chapter 102

Meng Wanfeng didn't expect that Song Qingyue would come looking for her. She hurried back from the outside when she heard the news, and saw in the teahouse, the uneasy aunts at home, and the showy and rowdy ones. The younger sister was chatting and joking around Song Qingyue, but her good father was standing there waiting behind the screen, looking like a servant, she was about to be laughed at.

Song Qingyue was getting impatient with the group of younger sisters and aunts in Meng Wanfeng's family. Ever since she saw her, she had been inquiring about her two older brothers, especially the two "Misses" who were born in Lu's family. She almost had the words "I want to marry Song Chenxu and Song Chenhai" written all over her face.

But the point is, Meng Zhili has been derogated as the eighth-rank sesame official, and the East Palace is not here. Their uncle, that is, Mr. Zhan Shi, the young master of the East Palace of the Lu family, has now become a steward of Shenjun Wangfu, and the whole Meng family can be said to have plummeted. Well, Song Qingyue simply didn't know where these women had the face to want to marry the eldest son of Ge's hometown.

This is an era that pays attention to being well-matched, right?
It seems that the younger sisters in Meng Wanfeng's family have not accepted the reality that the family has declined.

Seeing Meng Wanfeng as if seeing a savior, Song Qingyue stepped forward, took Meng Wanfeng's hand affectionately, and said with a smile: "But it's your turn, take me to your room, we haven't talked for a while gone."

While talking, she winked at Meng Wanfeng, Meng Wanfeng understood, and pulled Song Qingyue back to her Zhilan Courtyard.

Song Qingyue looked around at her very simple small courtyard, but she didn't expect that she would still live here after taking power at home.

"How about it, it can't compare to Miss Song San's boudoir?" While talking with Song Qingyue, Meng Wanfeng ordered people to boil hot water and light a charcoal basin, and said, "Next time, if you have anything to do, send someone to me Just post a post, and I'll just go to your place. The conditions here are really bad."

Unexpectedly, there were no earth dragons in Meng Wanfeng's room, and they relied on charcoal basins for heating. Fortunately, Meng Wanfeng could afford silver charcoal now, so it didn't choke people.

Song Qingyue didn't pick up her words, but asked, "I heard Miss Meng, are you working in a medicine store, a jewelry store, and a tea house?"

Meng Wanfeng fiddled with the charcoal basin, raised her head in surprise, and looked at Song Qingyue: "The jewelry is only made for cheap, but the teahouse is still in the preparation stage, how does Miss Song know?"

Ah, it turns out that the awesome teahouse in the novel hasn't opened yet.

Song Qingyue played sloppy eyes hahaha, and said: "Ever since I saw Miss Meng crying so sadly at our old man's funeral, I have always missed you in my heart and always wanted to find out about you. Today I finally couldn't help but want to come and see you , I took the liberty to come to the door."

Song Qingyue slowed down a bit, seeming to be very cautious.

Meng Wanfeng felt that she couldn't see through this person. In her last life, there had never been such a number one person in the capital. She felt that Song Qingyue appeared out of thin air.

Seeing that Meng Wanfeng was silent, Song Qingyue continued, "If you are short of money, I'd like to lend it to you. The interest can be calculated at [-]% a year, which is lower than others. But if you're willing to let me participate in my Happier."

Meng Wanfeng burst out laughing, and asked, "So Miss Song came here today to give me money?"

Song Qingyue waved her hand, and finally got to the point: "I have a business at hand, but I can't do it alone. I think Miss Meng is a capable person, so I want to ask if you would like to participate?"

Meng Wanfeng shook her head and said, "Miss Song San, please forgive me, I really don't have any money, you didn't see the broken yard of my house along the way, it's really hard to get rid of it soon!"

"Why is Miss Meng so sincere?" Song Qingyue shook her head, and then said proudly: "You just need to contribute your efforts, and I have the money. As long as you help me with things, I can give you [-]% of the shares."

"Hahahaha!" Meng Wanfeng looked at Song Qingyue like a fool, "He said he didn't give me money! Why? We don't seem to be this close yet, do we?"

Song Qingyue ignored her teasing, took out a plan written in advance from her sleeve, spread it out on the small table, and said very seriously: "I want to raise sheep in the northwest enclosure, and of course I want to raise cattle and horses." Yes, it depends on how you want to manage it, Miss Meng. But I don’t want to sell these sheep for meat, but I want to get their wool to make wool thread and extract wool oil. I also brought samples today, you Look."

Today, Feng Jiu accompanied her here alone. She took out a sweater, a woolen scarf, a woolen hat, a pair of long woolen socks, and a jar of decolorized, deodorized, and spiced essence from the cloth bag in her hand. Lanolin, spread them all out on the table.

"Wool can be made into many things, and gloves can also be used. In addition, during the process of making wool into wool, this wool oil can also be extracted. It is very comfortable to use on the face and hands in the dry season of autumn and winter. Have you tried it?"

It's really something that Meng Wanfeng has never seen before!She widened her eyes in surprise, looked at the samples on the table, picked up the jar of lanolin, sniffed it on the tip of her nose, and said, "Why is it fragrant?"

Song Qingyue replied: "This box is refined with rose essential oil. The process is a bit cumbersome. I have a cheaper one. The moisturizing effect is the same, but it has a little sheep smell, and the color is not as white as this box."

Meng Wanfeng seemed to be more interested in wool oil, and asked, "How much does this cost per box? I want to sell it in my Duobao Pavilion."

Song Qingyue said: "This box is expensive, and the cost is about one or two taels. Besides, I have it here, and I don't have it anywhere else. It's not too much for me to sell it for 20 taels, right?"

Meng Wanfeng was shocked by Song Qingyue's audacity to open her mouth to sell at twenty times the price. She said angrily, "Miss Song, in the past, my monthly payment was only five taels!"

Song Qingyue took Meng Wanfeng's hand and said in a low voice: "The price in the store is so marked. When the time comes, when the managers come to buy the goods, they will definitely give a discount. If it doesn't work, you can also sell it in small cans. , unscented, impure in color, and the cheapest kind of storage that everyone can afford."

Meng Wanfeng rolled her eyes: "Miss Song San, you really know how to do business!"

Song Qingyue waved her hand, clicked on the plan, and brought the conversation back to the topic: "It should be easier for you to do it than mine for the matter of going to the northwest enclosure to raise sheep?"

His Royal Highness King Jing has been rooted in the Northwest for decades, and Meng Wanfeng is Li Yu's beloved fiancée. In Song Qingyue's opinion, this matter should be easy to handle.

Unexpectedly, Meng Wanfeng shook her head: "You have to talk to Young Master about this matter yourself, I can't help you."

Song Qingyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, but after realizing that she had lost her composure, she didn't ask any further questions.

Meng Wanfeng didn't seem to want to explain further, she just said: "I can only help you make an appointment with him, when are you free?"

Song Qingyue said: "I'm not busy before the New Year."

"Okay, I'll write to you on a fixed date." Meng Wanfeng responded readily.

"Thank you."

When leaving, Song Qingyue thought of those supporters who had made good friends with the heroine, rushing to give money, people, and cheats one by one.

Look, didn't I become such a character?
Really rushing to send money, hey!
(End of this chapter)