"Want to know?"

Meng Jiao's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Meng Cheng, who was standing on the side, also pricked up his ears.

Seeing the two of them like this, Song Wanyue, who originally wanted to tell them, had the intention of teasing, and deliberately lengthened her tone, "I...... Don't tell you. ”

Meng Jiao was full of anticipation, and when she heard Song Wanyue's words, she blinked her eyes several times before she reacted, she was teased! tickled her at the moment, "Okay, you dare to tease me?" See how I cure you. ”

Song Wanyue was most afraid of itching, and begged for mercy while hiding.

"Tell me?"

Meng Jiao asked while scratching.

"Tell, tell, cousin will spare me."

Meng Jiao stopped, and her delicate face was full of smiles. It's nice to have a younger sister, who can play anytime and anywhere, unlike a few brothers, who have a straight face every day, like a little old man.

Meng Cheng looked at the excitement, and suddenly Meng Jiao looked at herself, and she looked disgusted, and suddenly the second monk was confused.

"I want to make soap."

Song Wanyue's voice sounded.

The two looked at her at the same time and said in unison, "Soap? ”

Song Wanyue nodded.

"Is it food?"

Meng Jiao knew from Meng Yang that Song Wanyue was very good at cooking, and immediately thought of eating.

"Yes."

Song Wanyue told the two of them in detail. Hearing that it was so good, Meng Jiao immediately couldn't help it, and instructed Qingyu, "Why hasn't anyone come yet?" Let them hurry. ”

Before Qingyu could answer, there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard, and the housekeeper brought eight subordinates over.

Meng Jiao picked up the drawings drawn by Song Wanyue and put them in her hands, and couldn't wait to drag her outside, and didn't leave Song Wanyue's left and right, to see her tell her subordinates how to make these molds.

After she finished speaking, Meng Jiao added, "Do a good job and do it finely." ”

"Yes, miss."

Eight subordinates should get down, take the drawings and exit, just walked outside the courtyard gate, and ran into Meng Yang.

"Sir."

Meng Yang saw that they were each holding a piece of paper in their hands, and asked casually, "What are you doing?" ”

The housekeeper replied, "It was Miss Song who made the mold." ”

Yue'er let you do it?

Meng Yang stretched out his hand, and the person closest to him hurriedly handed over the drawings. It's a very simple thing, just like it's for children.

Meng Yang returned the drawings to him and walked into the courtyard.

Meng Jiao was chasing Meng Cheng like a fly, "The third brother has been with us all morning, go back quickly, Yue'er and I still have something to say." ”

Meng Cheng didn't want to leave, he was two years older than Meng Jiao, and he had already contacted the family's business, so he could think of the huge profits brought by soap more than Meng Jiao, and he wanted to ask carefully.

"You know all morning, too? If you don't eat, Yue'er will still eat. ”

"Grandfather."

"Grandfather."

"Uncle and grandfather."

The three shouted.

Meng Yang bowed his head, and before he could speak, Meng Jiao had already told him excitedly, "Grandfather, did you see the drawings in everyone's hands just now?" Yue'er said to use those molds to make soap. ”

Meng Yang's first reaction was also to eat, and only the word "fragrant" was applied to eating.

"See, this time you know how capable your cousin Yue'er is, right?"

Meng Jiao nodded again and again.

"I'm just idle, thinking about something."

"Sister Yue'er, you don't have to be modest, you are really capable."

Meng Jiao's admired five-body throwing to the ground, let her manage the workshop, and the shop was okay, but if she was asked to think of any strange business, she couldn't think of it.

A few people went back to the house and sat down.

Meng Yang looked at Song Wanyue, "Have you seen the workshop?" But what's the downside? ”

"Good, better than all in my house."

"After dinner in a while, I'll take you around the shops."

I don't know why, Meng Yang just wanted Song Wanyue to see all the business in the family.

"Okay."

After eating, Song Wanyue followed Meng Yang to see the shop, Meng Jiao had to follow, Meng Cheng also said that he was fine, and he wanted to follow.

Meng Yang agreed.

There are more than 30 large and small shops in the Meng family, and there are many categories involved, such as cloth, grain, tea, rouge gouache, everything that makes money is involved.

Meng Yang led Song Wanyue to look at the shops, introduced to her in detail what kind of business was in the shop, and even took out the account book of the shop for Song Wanyue to see, and asked her opinion after reading it.

The shopkeepers in each shop are the old shopkeepers of the Meng family, and seeing that the old owner is like this to a little girl, they all wonder about Song Wanyue's identity. Taking advantage of Meng Yang's inattention, he came to Meng Cheng's side to inquire, and heard that it was the granddaughter of her aunt, and the pills that made money at home, the hot pot base and herbal tea were all figured out by her, and she couldn't help but be in awe of her, and her attitude was even more respectful.

"Master, this is ......"

A shopkeeper came over with a thick ledger and wanted to put it on the table, but before he could finish a sentence, the person fell backwards and the ledger in his hand fell to the ground.

"Shopkeeper Sun."

Meng Yang was close, and subconsciously reached out to help people, but he could only touch his clothes, but he didn't catch anyone, and watched the shopkeeper Sun fall to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were crooked.

"Go and call the ......"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a figure flashing in front of him, and Song Wanyue had already squatted down, her fingers pinching the pulse of Shopkeeper Sun.

Meng Yang suddenly remembered that Song Wanyue also knew how to heal, so he squatted down and looked at the shopkeeper Sun who was convulsive.

"It's a stroke."

Song Wanyue let go of her hand and looked at Meng Cheng, "Third brother went back and took my silver needle, which is in the cabinet in my house."

Meng Cheng turned around and ran out.

"Go and get two quilts and pillows."

A guy rushed out, Song Wanyue untied the clothes of the shopkeeper Sun, asked him to keep his breathing smooth, and when the guy took the quilt and let him spread it on the ground, he commanded the three guys to lift the shopkeeper Sun at the same time, one person supported his head and shoulders, one person supported his back and buttocks, and the other person supported his legs and feet, gently moved to the quilt, and let everyone spread out to keep the air smooth.

When she ordered all this, she was orderly, and everyone's panicked hearts also settled down, and Meng Jiao's eyes were even more deeply admired.

Meng Cheng quickly took the silver needle, Song Wanyue quickly put down the needle in front of everyone, and the shopkeeper Sun quickly stopped foaming, and his mouth and eyes returned to normal.

Meng Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, Shopkeeper Sun had been with him for many years, he was the old shopkeeper of the Meng family, and he didn't want anyone to have anything.

"Yue'er, is it okay?"

"It's okay for the time being, he'll wake up soon."

Everyone looked at the shopkeeper Sun.

Sure enough, after seeing his eyelashes tremble, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Shopkeeper Sun, you can scare me to death."

Meng Yang didn't get up, saw him open his eyes, took his hand and said, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?" ”

Shopkeeper Sun vaguely remembered that he suddenly fainted, "I, what's wrong with me?" ”

"You had a stroke, but fortunately Yue'er saved you in time."