Song Wan casually pulled out the "Essentials of Qi Min" and "Secrets of Waitai" and turned to the page of making lip balm and said: "Cooked vermilion, lithospermum, and red and blue flowers are the main ingredients of rouge. Go find a businessman from other places to make them. He shouted and charged high prices for these things."
"How much do you charge?"
Song Wan put the book back on the shelf: "Shout with great fanfare, and accept the ones with low quality and quantity."
"Young lady is so smart."
"But, won't Miss Jiang be dissatisfied by doing this? If I knew about it..."
"If I don't do these things, will Concubine Jiang be satisfied with me?"
Song Wan smiled faintly and continued to calculate the abacus.
When Heng Zhi heard this, she knew that she was asking too much. Her young lady had been a widow for six years, and when she first entered the palace, Jiang Concubine didn't even see her. Since she couldn't even maintain the most basic dignity, why would her young lady still need it? Bear it?
"My slave, go find Aunt Zhao and ask her to take care of this matter together."
When she was walking out, Heng Zhi met Aunt Zhou and the third lady of the Hou Mansion who came to look for Song Wan. After she bowed, she let Xiang Xiang take them into the house.
When she first met Aunt Zhou and Jiang Jing Song Wan, she was a little surprised, because the two of them were too quiet in the Hou Mansion, and she almost forgot about Aunt Zhou.
"Grandma, I came to see you today because I have something to ask for your help with."
Aunt Zhou smiled, revealing two shallow pear dimples on her face. She had a beautiful face and spoke slowly and very gently.
Jiang Jing also had a look of shame on his face. The little girl was in her teens when she was outstanding in appearance. She had a pair of charming and passionate peach blossom eyes, but because she was still young, she looked pure and innocent. Her fair skin was as attractive as a pearl. When looking at people with a smile, a pair of shallow pear dimples are looming on the face, making people involuntarily feel a bit close to them.
Song Wan stood up and offered his seat to the two of them, but Aunt Zhou pushed back and sat on the embroidered pier to the west, while Jiang Jing stood obediently behind her.
Seeing this behavior, Song Wan knew that both of them were well-behaved.
"My aunt is also considered to be an elder, so what are you talking about asking for or not asking for? If you have something to say first, why do the family need to be polite?"
Aunt Zhou smiled: "It's Jing'er, she is ten years old this year."
Song Wan knew the purpose of Aunt Zhou's visit as soon as she heard it. After letting Xiang Xiang take Jiang Jing to play in the courtyard, she asked, "Aunt Zhou is here for the marriage of the third sister?"
"Exactly."
Aunt Zhou nodded: "To tell you the truth, Jing'er's marriage... is really a worry of mine."
The old Marquis died suddenly, and she only had a daughter, Jiang Jing, and it was very difficult for her mother and daughter to live in the house without a man to support them.
She has a weak temperament and was suppressed by Aunt Liu when she was young. Now that the old Marquis is gone, she is controlled by several slaves in charge of the backyard.
If the old lady and my wife hadn't been so kind, she really didn't know how she would have spent her life.
Fortunately, Song Wan sent Diao Nu's family out of the house a few days ago, so she and Jiang Jing were able to live comfortably for a few days.
Aunt Zhou thought about it and did not dare to mention Jiang Jing's marriage to Jiang's mother. Firstly, she was a little afraid of Jiang's mother. Secondly, she knew Jiang's mother's temperament somewhat and would not go out of her way to help Jing'er find her husband's family.
After thinking for a long time, she mustered up the courage to bring Jiang Jingqiu to Song Wan.
"Jing'er is getting older, and I'm afraid I won't find a good family if I delay it any longer, so I want to ask my eldest grandma to help me control my eyes."
Aunt Zhou said as she took out a red velvet box from her arms and handed it to Song Wan shyly. She blushed and said, "I know grandma has seen a lot of good things, but this... is my intention."
Song Wan felt sour in his heart and opened the red velvet box.
There is a pearl hairpin inside. It is a serious pearl. It is not only shiny and beautiful in shape, but also slightly pink. It's a pity that the bead is only the size of a fingernail, and even Heng Zhi Heng Wu can't look down on it because of its ordinary appearance.
When Song Wan saw it, he took it out lovingly and asked Aunt Zhou to help her put it on.
"Because of such a beautiful hairpin, I am determined to find a good husband for my third sister. But I don't know what Aunt Zhou wants to find?"
Aunt Zhou thought for a while and said: "Don't choose family background, the most important thing is to have good character and good temperament. Jing'er's temperament is like mine, a bit cowardly. She can't afford a family with her temperament. If possible, I can ask my eldest grandma to help me choose the family." It doesn’t matter if the youngest son in the family is older or poorer."
Song Wan's heart softened, knowing that Aunt Zhou really loved Jiang Jing.
"Don't worry, aunt, just leave the marriage of the third sister to me."
Aunt Zhou held Song Wan in her arms with great gratitude, and reluctantly left Lan Courtyard after a long time.
Song Wan touched the pearl hairpin on his head and sighed slightly.
Aunt Zhou reminded her of her mother. If her mother were still alive, she would be so careful to help her take care of everything.
"Miss, what are you looking for? Let me come."
When Heng Zhi came back, she saw Song Wan half-crouching over the mahogany chef. She helped Song Wan stand up and saw her holding several batches of ingredients and said, "Miss, are you going to make new clothes?"
"I'm looking for it for my third sister."
Thinking about what Aunt Zhou and Jiang Jing were wearing just now, Song Wan said again: "Go to my makeup box and get two sets of gold silk and colorful jewelry headbands, and send them to the third sister's room together with these materials. Her mother and daughter seldom go out on weekdays. I don’t know what’s missing in the yard, and I think we’re going to have a hard time.”
Heng Zhi nodded and ordered the second-class maid in the courtyard to send it away.
After Song Wan finished her work, she flipped through the booklet of the Shangjing Family. In fact, she really felt that there was someone who was very suitable for Jiang Jing.
"Hengzhi, do you know the Lan family in Cangzhou?"
"My servant knows that the Lan family was originally an official and was later implicated in some matters and was deprived of his official position by the late emperor. However, I heard that the previous generation of the Lan family had great business talents. Now they are doing a lot of business and are very wealthy."
Song Wan nodded: "The Lan family originally had an official status and a very upright family tradition. They don't care about gains and losses like ordinary merchants. Moreover, the children in the family are of good character. I intend to tell Jing'er to the Lan family."
"If I remember correctly, there is a very senior concubine in his family. Now he has not married for a while. He has some contacts with the eldest young master. Has the young lady taken a fancy to this man?"
"Well, I remember my brother mentioned a few things about this man. He is a man of some talent. The Lan family is rich, and he is older and has no responsibilities. If Jing'er gets married, he can be the aunt of the head of the family, and he can be the first to enjoy the blessings."
"The young lady sincerely plans for the third girl. The third girl is blessed."
Song Wan smiled lightly: "Who can live up to Aunt Zhou's loving motherly heart?"
"Help me grind the ink. I want to send a post to the mistress of the Lan family to see if I can finalize the marriage between the great uncle of the Lan family and Jing'er."
Just as he was posting the post in high spirits, Jiang Xingjian walked in. Seeing this, Heng Zhi lost all smiles on her face, bowed and left silently.
Song Wan looked at Jiang Xingjian, the good mood just now was gone, and even writing seemed a little hesitant.
