"Manager Liang."
"Go back to grandma and I'm here."
Seeing worry in her eyes, Song Wan said: "I heard that your old mother was ill a few days ago. Is it possible that she hasn't recovered well yet?"
"Grandma, my mother is in good health. I have not returned home recently and have not neglected my duties..."
"You misunderstood what I meant."
Song Wan took the piece of red velvet cloth handed over by Heng Zhi and opened it casually: "There is half a fifty-year-old ginseng in my room. It was given by the old lady. If you don't mind, you can take it back to replenish your mother's energy." Blood."
Mrs. Liang bent her legs and knelt on the ground.
"Thank you so much, grandma. I would like to thank you for your kindness on behalf of my wife at home."
Heng Zhi stepped forward and helped the person up: "Don't be like this, our grandma knows who has worked hard in the past, and you will be indispensable."
Jiang Fu's wife looked ugly when she heard this.
She is the chief steward of the back house. Although Song Wan didn't say anything bad about her today, everything he did before was a slap in her face. However, she was convinced and couldn't bear any resentment.
"Mother Zhou."
"The old slave is here."
When Song Wan saw her bowing to him respectfully, he couldn't help but said warmly: "I heard that your grandson can read hundreds of words at the age of five?"
Aunt Zhou nodded, and Song Wan said: "This child has some spirituality. I don't want to waste his talent. It is better to send him to our clan school and start his education with the young masters in the house. There is no chance that he will be able to produce a young champion in the future."
The grandson is Grandma Zhou's heart and soul. It would be fine if this child is always naughty. Now that God has given him some extraordinary talents, she naturally has extravagant thoughts.
If her grandson could really become the number one scholar in the future, she would be willing to die immediately.
Grandma Zhou knelt in front of Song Wan and kowtowed three times without saying a word.
"Grandma, please be kind to me. I will obey my orders and do my best in the future."
Song Wan helped the man up and said with a smile that a small thing is not worth it.
"You ladies also know the situation of Lan Courtyard. In the past, the courtyard was clean and there were naturally fewer girls. Now that the uncle has come back, there are new people in the courtyard, and there is a shortage of manpower. I am not familiar with the people in the mansion, so I will inevitably need a few. Please pick some clever and clever girls and come over."
"If you have someone who is capable, or if you have daughters or grandchildren at home who are suitable, you can also send it to Hengzhi for a look."
Mother-in-laws, you look at me and I look at you, and your hearts are filled with joy.
The master's courtyard is not easy to enter, especially the Lan courtyard.
Once you enter Lan Courtyard, you will have the opportunity to serve the uncle up close. You are so smart that you might as well serve him in his room one day.
They are all children of the same family, and have been slaves and maids in the prince's mansion for generations. Which family doesn't have daughters and grandchildren?
As long as one person can get close to the uncle, the whole family will follow him and ascend to heaven.
Several women were eager to give it a try and were already thinking about the candidates.
Seeing this, Song Wan's smile gradually deepened: "The rough messengers, the wife and the maids in the house have the most tiring work, but the monthly silver is a little short. I am thinking of giving these girls another fifty cash every month. On November 1 and 12 in winter, , a set of cotton-padded clothes each in January, a thin skirt in summer, June, July and August, and an additional two ounces of money in winter and summer, allowing them to buy melons, fruits and charcoal fires."
"Grandma is kind..."
A group of women rushed to compliment Song Wan, but she only smiled lightly and didn't take it to heart.
"Jiang Fu's wife."
"Hey, I'm here, old slave. What do you want me to do?"
Song Wan didn't have any dissatisfaction, but looked apologetic: "It's been difficult for you these past few years since I've been away."
"Whatever grandma says, it's what an old slave should do."
"What should I do?"
Heng Zhi handed over a wooden box, and Song Wan handed it to her: "You and Uncle Jiang have worked hard for the Hou Mansion all your life. After all, the Hou Mansion owes you."
Jiang Fu's family opened it blankly and saw a recommendation letter inside.
"Your younger son Jiang Youcai grew up with the uncle. Normally, now that the uncle comes back, he should be kept by his side. But the old lady and I both felt that his talents were incompetent, so we asked someone to write a letter of recommendation recommending him to weave and dye. Be a deputy envoy to the bureau."
"The position is a little lower, but after all, he is an official."
The Jiang Fuji family member was holding the recommendation book with his eyes bloodshot and bloodshot.
"Grandma... old slave..."
Song Wan smiled softly and patted her hand.
There was nothing serious left, so Song Wan simply explained something and let the women leave. When the room became quiet, she saw Jiang Xingjian standing in the corner, and she didn't know how long she had been there.
Song Wan was slightly lost in thought: "Is there something wrong, husband?"
Jiang Xingjian shook his head, walked to her and sat down.
In fact, he was not worried when he came here today.
He thought that if Song Wan was in trouble by some unruly slaves, he could step in to support her, but he didn't know that in just half a day, she would make those women submissive and docile.
First, he established his majesty with a killing stick, and then broke up the collusion status quo among the slaves in the mansion and rebalanced the distribution of power. After dealing with the people in the inner courtyard who were lining their pockets, they returned to the Lan courtyard.
If they want their daughters to gain the attention of their master, they must naturally be obedient, be used by her, and be willing to be wooed and driven by her.
As for giving favors to the maid and mother-in-law at the lowest level in the house...
Jiang Xingjian smiled lightly, thinking that in less than half a day, nearly a thousand servants in the entire Hou Mansion would know that the eldest lady in the manor was a kind and kind person.
Jiang Xingjian licked his fingertips and secretly thought that if he was asked to take care of this family, he would not be better than Song Wan.
He had never seen Song Wan, who was decisive in killing while talking and laughing, but seeing her for the first time could not help but overturn his previous impression of her.
"you……"
"Uncle, grandma."
Xieyi came in from outside the house, bowed to the two of them and said, "Sir, Auntie Lin of Xiuyan Pavilion is sick. I would like to ask you to come and have a look."
Jiang Xingjian pursed her lips and suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen Lin Jiayue in a few days.
He looked at Song Wan beside him, and saw that her eyes were half-closed, looking sleepy.
"Ma'am, take a lunch break first, I'll come back later."
Song Wan opened his eyes and smiled distantly, then returned to the bedroom with Heng Zhihengwu.
After the two of them waited for her to rest, they walked out of the house quietly.
The rose-scented pillow under his neck exudes a refreshing fragrance. The fragrance is clear but not turbid, and the fragrance is soothing. In the past, Song Wan liked this fragrance the most, but today it made him feel a little annoyed when he smelled it. He couldn't calm down for a long time.
Before she could lie down for even a moment, she sat up.
It rained last night, so Hengzhi put the zodiac wood carvings on the window back into the house. Now the eight wood carvings are placed neatly on the edge of the embroidery.
Song Wan touched his red eyes one by one, his expression becoming more and more confused.
