The Prime Minister's Wife Is The Richest Woman

Even if they urge the teams in the escort bureau time and again to be strictly on guard and defend to the last, it makes no difference at all.

The carts were still robbed one by one, and the compensation money was paid one by one.

There are many kinds of bureaus that provide escort service and what Daqing Escort Bureau delivers is the most impressive carts, that is, grain carts.

They are basically the carts between Jiangnan and the capital city, transporting the best rice, flour, soybeans, tea, etc. from the water-bound towns in Jiangnan to their bosses who set up shop in the capital.

The bosses who can expand their business in the capital city have a lot of power behind them.

So the Daqing Escort Bureau did not dare not to pay the compensation.

The Feng family’s warehouse nearly went bankrupt, but the Wu family’s granary, which was originally empty, was full in just a few days.

When the insignificant Compiler Wu Wei’an comes back from the Imperial Academy every day, no matter how late it is, he must go to the granary to take a look.

Every time, Baofu feels very speechless for her Miss.

Just this little amount of grains. The granary in her Miss’s family was already full since a long eight years ago. Even if it was sent for Miss, Miss would even despise it for taking up space. After all, there are more valuable gold and silver treasures that need to be placed in Miss family’s warehouse.

The round-faced housekeeper followed him and asked: “Young Master, when will we stop robbing the carts?”

Wu Wei’an closed the lid of the box with grains in it and said: “Is the Daqing Escort Bureau closed?”

The round-faced housekeeper shook his head: “Not yet.”

Wu Wei’an hooked his lips: “Your Madam wants to see the Daqing Escort Bureau closed.”

The round-faced housekeeper understood: “Yes, Young Master.”

Wu Weian put his hands behind his back, and looked at the granary that was so full that almost no one could walk through it. His eyes were filled with a smile, but he sighed emotionally: “The most poisonous thing is a woman’s heart. Even I feel sorry for the Feng family. Say, why didn’t they go to provoke other people but have to provoke Yun Niang? Isn’t this courting death?”

The round-face housekeeper stretched his face that was filled with the vicissitudes of life, pursed his lips tightly and didn’t answer.

Outside the granary, Baofu happened to pass by and heard this sentence.

Her face was horrified, her eyes widened, her fist was clenched, and she crept away silently.

The round-faced housekeeper’s ears moved and he glanced at his Young Master. The Young Master didn’t respond, so he didn’t care either.

Wu Wei’an walked away from the granary and casually asked: “Is the arrangement for Feng Guiren in the palace ready?”

The round-faced housekeeper said: “It has been arranged according to Young Master’s instructions.”

Wu Wei’an hummed and walked away.

His steps are elegant and casual, and one can see at a glance that he is in a good mood.

The wrinkled face of the round-faced housekeeper remained expressionless. He locked the door of the granary with great care, but he couldn’t help complaining in his heart.

Young master was not even embarrassed when he said that the most poisonous thing is a woman’s heart?

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Isn’t the most poisonous thing the Young Master himself??

At least, Madam only wants to close the Feng family’s Escort Bureau, but Young Master wants to wipe out the Feng family.

One can provoke whoever they want, just don’t provoke Wu Wei’an.

Otherwise, why did the round-faced housekeeper follow him for so many years and even endured cutting the decoration for windows?

Because life is more important than money.

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It’s getting late and the sun is about to set, and the smell of vegetables overflows from the kitchen.

Recently, the Poison Lady has been cooking very vigorously. After all, before the Young Master got married, she could only go to the market to pick up the rotten vegetable leaves left by others. As for the rotten vegetables, it would be good already if she could cook them, so how could she still spend her time and mind to process it? That’s an impossible thing. Rotten vegetable leaves don’t match her good cooking skills.

But today is different from the past.

After the Madam came, the ingredients at home instantly reached a whole new level. The vegetables were delivered by farmers every day as soon as they were picked from the vegetable fields. They were the most tender and fresh, and there were still dews that were hanging on the leaves. There’s even no need to mention meat. In the past, only once in ten days or once in half a month could there be meat to be cooked. But now, there are countless excellent pork, beef, mutton and seafood. There are too many to count. As long as the Poison Lady says a word to Baofu, they can be delivered to her within an hour.

The author has something to say:

Congratulations to the Wu family’s full warehouse.