Space at hand: Pick up a prince to farm

Chapter 87 The capable man appears for the first time
"Just eat here."

Cang Xiuxuan pointed to the position beside him and asked Song Chen to sit down.

Song Chen took two steps back and said, "This is not good. I'd better go to my parents."

Cang Xiuxuan frowned. Last time we sat at the same table to eat. What happened today?
His eyes glanced at Li Wenyan, and he understood instantly.

Li Wenyan was suddenly stared at by Cang Xiuxuan and felt a slight chill on his back.

"Girl Chen, just eat here. You are not like those people who stick to trivial matters." Li Wenyan said with a smile.

Song Chen felt a little embarrassed when he said this, "Master can actually make fun of others."

Li Wenyan smiled and stopped talking.

Now that Li Wenyan had said so, Song Chen didn't care about it anymore. Previously, she was afraid that Li Wenyan would think she had no rules and would have a bad impression of her uncle.

Song Chen sat down. Cang Xiuxuan was satisfied. Before he looked away, he was also keenly aware of the difference in Li Wenyan.

This old man has always been arrogant, and rarely has a good face towards others, but he found that Li Wenyan seemed to be a very kind old man, whether it was to Wang Shengwei, Song Chen, or even the Song family. .

Perhaps, the old man will thank him in the future.

Li Wenyan never married. Although there were descendants who showed filial piety by his side when he went to Beijing, they were just side branches. I'm afraid not many people were truly filial to him.

This was also one of the reasons why the emperor gave him back. For the suspicious emperor, Li Wenyan was a blessing but a fear of loss. Without heirs and family, there was nothing he could do about it.

Perhaps it was the sincere treatment of the Song family that moved Li Wenyan.

At the dinner table, everyone was waiting for Li Wenyan to use his chopsticks first, and he was the eldest.

Li Wenyan looked at Cang Xiuxuan calmly, he had the most noble status.

"Mr. Li, please." Cang Xiuxuan motioned to Li Wenyan to move first.

Wang Shengwei and Song He didn't think there was anything strange about this. In their hearts, Li Wenyan was one of their own and Cang Xiuxuan was their guest.

Song Chen didn't think so. She knew Li Wenyan's identity.

With him like this, Cang Xiuxuan's identity must be very noble. Her previous guess...

"When it comes to eating for a lifetime, the food here is the most delicious. The water you drink every day seems to be sweet."

Li Wenyan was no longer polite and was the first to use his chopsticks.

Once the food was in the mouth, no one spoke anymore.

But what he said made everyone else at the table think. Song He and Wang Shengwei also felt that the food at home was particularly delicious, and the water they drank every day seemed to be sweet. They did not expect Master Li to feel the same way. .

Cang Xiuxuan only thought that Li Wenyan was in a happy mood, so he naturally felt differently about things.

Only Song Chen knew what was going on.

She now purchases most of the rice and noodles that she eats at home, and she took this opportunity to take out the rice and noodles from the space.

As for water. . .When she gets up in the morning, she adds some spring water to the water tank.

With the blessing of space, it is naturally different.

Today's dishes are mostly made by Song Chen, and they taste even more delicious. The food is enough to fill you up, and you can drink a sip of chicken soup, which is delicious in the world.

Before returning to his yard, Li Wenyan especially praised him.

It's getting late, Cang Xiuxuan is about to prepare to leave.

"Today's meal is indeed very delicious. If you have time to go to town later, please help me cook it."

He really dislikes the cook in his house now.

Song Chen looked at him sideways, "Do you think I am a professional cook?"

"Don't dare." Cang Xiuxuan was amused by her appearance, playful and cute.

"My cook knows what's going on these days. The food he cooks always doesn't suit my taste. I haven't had a good meal for a long time. I have to thank you today."

Cang Xiuxuan's words are true. Whether he is back in Beijing or at home, the most important thing when eating is to prevent himself from being hungry. There is no way to say how satisfied he is after eating.

When Song Chen heard this, he stepped forward and took his wrist, diagnosing his pulse carefully. Pinellia had just been cured, could it be possible that someone had poisoned him again?
This person is too unlikable.

After a few breaths, Song Chen let go of his wrist.

"It's not poisoned. I suggest you change the cook."

Cang Xiuxuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I know I'm not poisoned, but it's not a matter of changing the cook."

"Why?" Song Chen felt strange.

"I don't know why, but the cook has been changed."

When I returned to Beijing, I ate the food prepared by the royal chef in the palace.

The chef in the house is also a famous chef, and his skills are beyond praise.

"When did it start?" Song Chen seemed to understand.

Cang Xiuxuan couldn't tell when it started.

Yes, Song Chen knew that it was probably related to her!

People in the family are not used to eating rice and noodles from outside. Cang Xiuxuan was originally a picky person. After eating her food, she was naturally not interested in the ingredients from outside.

"You go back first. I'll come to town in two days and bring you something."

"Okay." After receiving Song Chen's words, Cang Xiuxuan got on the carriage.

The coachman and Cang Yi were already full, and Mrs. Song Wang prepared dinner for them.

After sending Cang Xiuxuan away, Song Chen called together the eight people he sent over.

"From the moment you come to my Song family, your future master will be me, Song Chen. I hope you can figure out your identity. I am usually easy to talk to, but I can't tolerate a grain of sand in my eyes. What is unsightly is betrayal and disloyalty. If you can do this, then stay. If you can't, I can let you go now and return the deed of sale to you."

After saying that, Song Chen took out the stack of prostitution contracts that Cang Xiuxuan had given her before and placed them on the table.

The eight people stood motionless and called "Master" in unison.

Song Chen looked at them one by one with respectful expressions.

She believes in Cang Xiu .

Given such an opportunity, everyone should want to take a chance.

She was quite satisfied with the result.

"Since you all choose to stay, you will belong to me, Song Chen, from now on. Master, please stop calling me, just call me girl. I don't know your names yet and what you are good at. Let's introduce each of you."

"Girl, my name is Wen Ping. I know some medicinal materials and can treat minor illnesses. I know some boxing and kicking skills. Please give me my name."

"Girl, my name is Qing Lei. I know some boxing and kicking. Please give me my name."

"Girl, my name is Yan Yun. I know some fisting and a few words. Please give me my name."

"Girl, my name is Qiu An, I am a red girl, I have fists and feet, please give me my name."

The four women took the lead in introducing themselves and asked Song Chen to rename them.

Song Chen knew something about this given name. In ancient society, the general owner was a servant who could buy or sell at will after signing a deed of sale. Naturally, when changing from one family to another, they could no longer use the previous name. The new owner would give them a new name. Change a name you like.

Song Chen didn't say anything, but motioned to the four men to continue the introduction.

The next four men are named Conghai, Songshan, Congzhu, and Youping. They are all literate and good at kung fu.

"You can still use your current names from now on. That's fine. You don't have to pay it back."

Their names are quite nice, but if she were asked to rename them, she wouldn't be able to think of them for a while. Even if she did, they would definitely not be as nice as their current names.

The eight people obviously did not expect that Song Chen would say this, and they were all shocked.

Then they all knelt down and thanked them.

"Thank you girl."

Their names were all given by the prince, and he was reluctant to part with them. Now that the girl does not change their names, it is considered a kind of grace.

"I heard that your names were all taken with care. It makes no sense for me to force you to change your names if you come here. In the past few days, you should first get familiar with the situation here. I also need to know more about you before I know Where will I put you?"

Song Chen asked them to get up, "Don't kneel down all the time in the future. I don't like this here. I'll feel uncomfortable when you kneel down."

For a modern person to accept this kind of humiliation, she could not bear it with peace of mind.

The eight people silently remembered it in their hearts.

The sky outside had darkened. Looking at these eight people, Song Chen felt a little confused again.

She was not prepared for the sudden arrival of so many people. Where could such people live?

In the yard at home, Mrs. Li and her uncle had a yard, her parents and grandparents had a yard, her brother had a yard, and she had a yard. At the beginning, she did not prepare a place for the servants to live.

"Brother~"

Song Chen shouted outside, and Song He ran over quickly, "What's wrong?"

"Go and ask my mother how many quilts we have in our house. Find them all. Tonight, four of the eight men will live in your yard, and four women will live in my yard."

Even if she didn't want others to intrude into her space, she wouldn't let others sleep outside when people were already here.

"Okay, I'll go find mother right now." Song He naturally had no objections. His yard was empty, and he felt it was deserted.

Soon Song Chen heard footsteps coming from outside. There were several people, probably looking for bedding.

"Go and help clean up yourselves."

Song Chen asked eight people to go out to help.

"Yes, girl."

Song Chen was walking in front and took them to the storage room, where Mrs. Song was looking for a quilt.

Seeing Song Chen coming over, he turned around and said, "Xiaochen, there are only eight beds of thick cotton batting in the warehouse, so we can only let them make do with hundreds of millions, and hurry to the town to buy some tomorrow."

These eight quilts were prepared here for the winter.

"Make four beds first, and tonight we'll just squeeze in two people on the same bed. Excuse me."

The eight people were shocked again. Was the girl planning to give them a room?

"Not wronged, not wronged, not wronged at all." Wen Ping said hurriedly.

He quickly stepped forward and took the cotton wool held in Mrs. Song's hand, "Madam, I'll come."

The word "Mrs." made Mrs. Song stunned for a moment. She, a country farmer, would be called "Mrs." this day. She had never dreamed of it.

(End of this chapter)