The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

Memorials to the emperor and letters calling on the students with the highest status were sent back to Kyoto by 800 Li.

Jiang qianxia believed that neither of the two people who received the letter would refuse their proposal. Therefore, when Xiaofei and Feng Yiyi were still tied up and afraid to carry out the construction, she had borrowed the shop network of wanbaoge in major cities of Daqian and ordered a large number of bamboo charcoal masks from several state capitals near Dianzhou.

Sewing the black bamboo charcoal into the white cotton cloth is such a "loser" behavior, which is severely despised by the working aunts and girls.

But when the masks were made and they tried them on, they found that they stayed in the smoke room all afternoon. Although their eyes were full of tears, they only felt some anger. They didn't seem so choking in the face of the black smoke.

This discovery made many embroidered women snatch back their masks. Under the strange gaze of the steward, they blushed, took the masks apart and put enough bamboo charcoal back in.

When the news was handed over to Jiang qianxia by the manager in charge of procurement, when anecdotes were mixed in the report letter, Jiang qianxia gave the manager a sharp reprimand, which also provoked Qian Wengdu, who was in charge of Yuezhou, to write to advise her to save more face for the old man of wanbaoge.

Squatting in the warehouse, Jiang qianxia, who was randomly checking the mask, complained to the group of people behind him.

"Grandpa really is. Is this something that can save face? If the quality of masks is not up to standard, how many workers in Dianzhou will die in a few decades? If human life debt can be carried less, we can carry less. Although we are mercenary businessmen, we also need to have a bottom line!"

Jiang Wenjie thought that he had studied the harm of dust, but he didn't know enough because he was really interested in reading the medical part.

Sun Changsheng's inspection attitude was more serious than Jiang qianxia. Each mask passed by his hand carefully weighed the weight, and then narrowed his eyes to see whether the stitches were fine enough and the material was good enough.

"Girl, I'm ashamed. Even if I read from you that working in a dusty environment for a long time will fill my chest and lungs with dust and make people slowly weak and die in great pain. But when I saw you building a cement workshop at the beginning, I didn't think of this at all..."

Sun Changsheng, who felt guilty about his "Inaction", and his noble moral sentiment, made the "villains" representatives led by drug scholar and ghost II feel happy to become moths in front of the elderly.

Ghost II, who had just entered the door for a short time, with a natural and familiar vitality, and people who had followed Jiang qianxia for a long time had no concept of master and servant, and very smoothly integrated into this small group.

However, zhuona, the prince of the moon, was a little disgusted by Jiang qianxia because of his special identity and the title of "goddess" he refused to disclose.

After working hard all day, he counted all the masks that the first batch of cement workshop workers wanted to use. Jiang qianxia called Xiaofei and carefully explained the importance of masks. He asked him to hand over the masks to the workers before starting work tomorrow, look at the West slanting sun, hold the shy Feng Yiyi in his arms and go to the temporary residence.

After struggling for a long time, Xiao Fei still couldn't help half covering his face to catch up and make a bow to Jiang qianxia.

"Jiang... Childe."

Looking at the extremely suitable men's clothes on her, Xiaofei wanted to cry and said, "please be kind, childe Jiang. My miss's reputation has been a little bit lately..."

He proudly hugged Feng Yiyi, who was half a head shorter than himself, and Jiang qianxia narrowed his eyes comfortably and said, "what's the matter with reputation? Can it be worse than me?"

Xiao Fei was almost out of breath.

How nice of her to compare her reputation with the icy and clean young lady of his family! Although I know she is very good, where is the bad name!

Besides, his young lady hasn't come out yet.

It can also be said that it is the responsibility of being born in a merchant's house to follow her around the construction site, but it's too much to be hugged by her in men's clothes!

Too lazy to listen to Xiao Fei's nagging about women's precepts and virtues like an old cynic, Jiang qianxia kissed Feng Yiyi on his small face and laughed in the "hiss" sound of his air-conditioning.

"I made your lady for my children. We know what the reputation is. Where do so many rules come from, don't we?"

Feng Yiyi gave an angry cry, and her little face was red and bleeding.

Fairies blush. Normal men can't stand it!

Ghost 2's eyes were straight, sucked his nose, and in the twinkling of an eye, ghost 1, who was completely out of state, scolded in his heart, and flowers were inserted in cow dung.

Watching Jiang qianxia smile and walk away with his young lady in his arms, Xiaofei covers his chest, and there is a kind of sadness and anger that his cabbage has been uprooted by the pig.

After thinking about how he would explain the abduction of the young lady when the master came all night, the next day the workshop started. Xiaofei gave the workers a mask and mechanically told them to wear the mask, otherwise they would get sick.

The workers curiously took the masks and played for a while. They took them in front of Xiaofei, but as soon as they entered the workshop, they took off the masks and put them into their arms carefully.

The workers who do this are not one or two, but most.

When Jiang qianxia had lunch and went to the workshop for inspection, he saw a man from a nearby state capital working in the fire kiln, sweating like rain without arms.

The sand that had just been transported down the mountain was lifted by a shovel, and the dust all over the sky fell on them, directly shaping gray clay figurines.

Hanging a coarse cloth around his neck, he couldn't stand it. He lifted it up and wiped his face with sweat.

The deep dive on his body made Jiang qianxia doubt whether he was the black kiln head of black heart.

"Bang bang!"

An iron fan that had robbed the poison scholar knocked on the door several times, and the huge noise frightened the busy and thirsty workers to turn around and look at her.

"Xiaofei! Where are their masks!"

Without the slightest intention of being considerate, Jiang qianxia snapped.

Xiaofei was so excited that he subconsciously lowered his body and said in some panic: "Mrs. Jiang, Xiaofei did send the mask to each of them! This, this is..."

"Oh, what did I think? Bang Bang scared me to shiver."

A man in charge of shoveling sand rubbed a handful on his face and happily took out the clean mask from the interlayer of clothes pinned to his waist. With the unique cunning and cleverness of ordinary people on his face, he shook in front of Jiang qianxia like a show off.

"This thing is clean. It's all right! Don't scare Xiaofei. He's nice!"

Holding his breath in his chest, Jiang qianxia turned his white eyes over his chest and almost fainted.