"Brother! The word Jiaojiao is okay. ”

Wang Shuzhen pursed her lips and looked at her brother aggrieved and complaining.

She was not a very good mother, but how could she not teach her daughter to write!

"Humph! Jiaojiaoer doesn't have to give face to anyone, why should we copy the books we bought back with money. ”

Mrs. Wang sandwiched a boxy chicken for her good granddaughter: "Eat quickly, you are tired this day." ”

Wang Boliang also said with a distressed face: "Yes! Eat and eat, since others can't read your words, then let's not do that thankless thing. ”

Wang Song: "......"

Daddy can see that his mind is okay, when did the little sister become so keen?

Or are you acting too obviously?

He coughed lightly, and said to Xue Zijin as gently as possible: "Then you copy slowly, and if you are tired, let your cousins help." ”

"No need, uncle!"

Let them help, then how can she tamper with the contents of the book!

"I copied it myself, so that I could have a deeper understanding of the content of the book."

"Hmm!"

Wang Song nodded, and the exploration in his ink eyes was replaced by appreciation.

"Then you copy the book of farming tools first."

Had dinner.

Xue Zijin took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and went back to the room to pick up the lights and fight at night.

She showed her grandfather the record of farm tool forging, and the contents of it couldn't be moved.

She missed a little bit in the details of iron smelting.

But it is such a loss, but it can take people ten times, or even a hundred times more time to purify molten iron.

As for the style of farm tools in the back, she didn't change much.

After all, if these agricultural tools are really taken seriously by the authorities, it will benefit the general public, which is also good.

But now that the Sima family is biting hard for that position, the officials of the Jin Court are either trembling and standing in line, or they are letting go of themselves.

When they get this book, most of them will only use iron smelting to forge weapons, and they are reluctant to use iron to make farm tools!

The next day, Wang Bozhong was invited to come, and after eating a table of dishes made by Xue Zijin himself.

Before anyone else could speak, he took the bait himself.

At first, he wanted to buy out the vegetable recipe and the iron pot.

But where would Xue Zijin agree.

She proposed to invest in the technology of Chafeng Restaurant.

"Second grandfather! I'm not greedy, I just want these dishes to make a profit. ”

Dead girl!

If you want to be 20% and not be greedy.

Once these dishes are launched in the Zhufeng restaurants in various counties, the money will definitely flow in.

Twenty percent of the profit is taken out, and he feels pain when he thinks about it.

"You little girl, why are you taking so much money?"

Wang Bozhong smiled like a big bad wolf who abducted Little Red Riding Hood.

"In this way, you sell the forging recipe of the iron pot and these recipes to the second grandfather, and the second grandfather will give you a thousand acres...... No, how about two thousand acres of land? ”

Boy!

These two grandfathers are worthy of being profiteers.

He was willing to tempt her with 2,000 acres of land.

You must know that this second grandfather himself is only 3,000 acres of land.

If she takes 2,000 acres of land, she will be able to eat and clothe for the rest of her life.

It's much more than the ethereal two-percent profit.

If you are an ordinary person, you may really be fooled.

But how could she Xue Zijin be an ordinary person......

"Thank you to my second grandfather for your kindness......"

Wang Boliang thought that his good granddaughter was going to be fooled, so he was so anxious that he just wanted to stop it, so he heard the little girl smile like a flower: "But I just want to make a profit of 20%, my grandfather and grandmother treat me like a jewel, I want to take 10% of the profit to honor them, and I myself have a profit is enough." ”

Wang Boliang: "......"

Mrs. Wang: "......"

Seeing his eldest brother and sister-in-law in tears, Wang Bozhong knew that the general trend had gone.

He had to sign this contract that he didn't want to sign in distress.

In the afternoon of the same day.

He sent ten cooks who had signed the death contract to the old mansion to learn new dishes.

Xue Zijin taught them in the morning, and went to make iron and make pots in the afternoon.

I have to copy books at night.

After three days of fighting at night, she finally finished copying the book of farm tool forging.

On the fourth day, when Wang Song came to pick up the manuscript, he saw the little girl who was originally in good spirits, and at this time there was a black blue under her two eyes, which was obviously caused by severe lack of sleep.

"You haven't slept all night?"

Wang Song took a thick manuscript, frowned and said, "You copy the rest slowly, don't exhaust your body." ”

"Hmmm! Thank you, uncle! I just wanted to copy it out as soon as possible, so that my uncle wouldn't be in a hurry! ”

Xue Zijin yawned and smiled a little listlessly.

She has a lot of things to do during the day, and she doesn't have time to fight at night without picking up lights.

Wang Song opened the manuscript and saw the slightly flowing font on it, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

It seems that he really underestimated this girl.

Correct!

When he saw the words alchemy, his gaze changed from surprise to shock.

Half an hour later.

Wang Song returned to the county guard mansion with the manuscript, and instructed Changshi, who was following him: "Go and invite Mr. to come to the study." ”

"Yui."

Changshi took the order and left.

He was about to stride towards the study, but was stopped by his wife, Li.

"Lang Jun! But got the books back? ”

Wang Song's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he looked at the gentle woman in front of him who was silent for a long time before he said in a serious tone: "I got it back, but this book can't be given to you for the time being." ”

Li Shi was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled and let go.

"That Langjun is busy, the concubine will go to drink tea with her sister-in-law first."

Say it!

She gracefully turned back to the backyard.

Wang Song watched his wife leave, the seriousness in his ink eyes faded, and the corners of his lips hooked up a delicate smile.

If you have a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for?