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Chen Xiangxuan.
Inside the house.
Su Jin woke up, sat on the bed and stretched, watching Xing'er mopping the floor sleepily.
The little maid is focused and serious.
Even Su Jin woke up and didn't notice it.
After watching for a long time, Su Jin couldn't help interrupting her, "Aren't you planning to slip the mosquitoes mopping the floor and split your legs?"
Myolie let out an ah, and turned around, revealing a bright and bright smiling face.
She came over with a mop and said happily, "Girl, you're awake. The mop you mentioned was made by the servant, and it's easy to use. It doesn't take any effort at all, and the floor is very clean."
"I see," Su Jin said.
Previously, on the way back from the ancestral hall to kneel and return to Chen Xiangxuan, many servant girls knelt on the ground and wiped ashes.
Mingming didn't dare to condemn her, and stared at her with resentful eyes behind his back.
Xing'er turned her head abruptly, caught the little maid, and frightened the little maid to the point of collapse, she knelt down and begged for mercy.
Daring to stare at her girl behind her back, Xing'er wanted to beat up the little maid, but was stopped by Su Jin.
When she returned to Chen Xiangxuan, she saw that the maids and wives were all mopping the floor, and all of them were kneeling on the ground. She felt her back ache from watching.
After asking, I realized that they don't know what a mop is at all.
Su Jin described in detail how the mop was intended to benefit the little maids who mopped the floor. As a result, the maids went in from the left ear and out from the right, so they didn't take it seriously at all.
Su Jin didn't take it to heart, they were willing to work hard, so she naturally wouldn't stop her, but put Xing'er on her hips angrily.
"They don't do it, slaves do it!"
No, Myolie made the mop while Su Jin was sleeping.
And the more I procrastinate, the more satisfied I am, full of praise.
Then——
This little maid became more active.
Su Jin selling charcoal to lose money is a thorn in the heart of the little maid.
Not pulling out not fast.
She tried her best to drag Su Jin back from losing money.
"Girl, this mop is so easy to use, it must be more profitable than selling charcoal, why don't we sell charcoal and sell mops?" Xing'er supported the mop.
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"How about so much charcoal?"
"Slave has thought about it, we can sell mops to send charcoal."
""
At this time, there were footsteps, and Myolie turned around and saw Xie Jingchen walking in. She said, "Young master is back."
Seeing that his face remained the same as before, his steps were calm.
Su Jin smiled and said, "It seems that he was not punished."
Xie Jingchen walked to the bedside and handed the inscription in his hand to Su Jin.
Su Jin reached out to take it.
Looking at the majestic five characters above, the corners of her eyes twitched fiercely.
Is this guy too full to eat?
Turning around and thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely. He actually did not approve of her selling charcoal.
"Shouldn't you write this?" She asked.
"The emperor wrote it himself."
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"I will ask you to supply all the charcoal in the palace."
""
"You helped me get the business?" Su Jin asked through gritted teeth.
Her eyes sparkled with fire.
Already looking for a knife.
Xie Jingchen saw her look about to kill, and resolutely denied——
"It was the emperor who took the initiative to take care of your business."
Su Jin felt like going crazy.
"Girl?" Myolie asked.
"This time, I can't do without selling charcoal."
There were faint tears in the corners of Su Jin's eyes.
I was moved to tears by the emperor who was doing everything possible every day.
She took time out of her busy schedule to take care of her business, she had nothing to repay him, she just wanted to send all the charcoal hoarded by Chen Xiangxuan to the Imperial Study Room to repay him.
Xing'er looked at the mop in her hand.
It is said that the money in the palace is the best to earn, and with the emperor taking care of the girl's business, it shouldn't suffer too badly.
But she still thinks it is better to sell mops.
The palace is so big, it must also need a mop.
Xing'er looked at Xie Jingchen, "Uncle, can you go to the palace and ask the emperor to change the inscription to 'the best mop in the world'?"
Su Jin, ""
Xie Jingchen, ""
Why does she want to die so much.
But apricot? Said——
It's not impossible.
Of course, what she was talking about was not selling mops, but changing inscriptions.
Su Jin looked at Xie Jingchen.
Xie Jingchen guessed her intention, didn't give Su Jin a chance to speak, raised his hand to stop her and said, "That's the emperor's golden words, written on paper is the imperial decree, how can it be changed casually."
More importantly, he asked the emperor for this inscription, and if he went back to ask the emperor to change it, wouldn't he be scolding?
"Since it is selling charcoal, there is nothing wrong with this inscription," he said.
"But what I sell is charcoal for rubbing on the face, not charcoal for burning."
""
This woman really intends to have people put charcoal on her face!
Could anyone be that stupid?
Xie Jingchen supported his forehead.
Su Jin took a deep breath to calm herself down.
She handed the inscription to Xie Jingchen and said, "This inscription is for you. You can open a shop to sell charcoal. In the future, if you sell charcoal to me, you must sell it at a loss."
"No, it is for me unconditionally."
Xie Jingchen, ""
Thinking about it this way saves a lot of raw material costs.
The unhappiness in Su Jin's heart disappeared.
Su Jin was in a better mood, Xing'er said, "I need money to open a shop, but my uncle has no money."
Who is this servant girl facing?
Su Jin got out of bed and knocked her on the forehead, "Your uncle has already left the teacher, if you do anything casually, you will get more money from the robbery than me, and you can completely support yourself."
Xing'er nodded again and again, "Young master is better than blue than blue. Master Hou knows that, he must be happy."
Xie Jingchen, ""
Dongxianghou Mansion.
Dongxiang Hou couldn't stop laughing.
With a cup of tea in his hand, after hearing that Su Jin and Xie Jingchen had robbed Nan'an County King and the others, they trembled with laughter, and there was only half a cup of tea left.
Tang took off his teacup, glared at him and said, "Is it so fun for my daughter to lead her son-in-law astray?"
"Daughter has good eyesight, follow me, I am happy to be a father," Dongxiang Hou said.
Tang asked the maid to wipe the table, and said, "If you don't put a few pieces of gold on your face every day, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Dongxiang Hou coughed lightly and looked at Su Chong.
Tang also found that Su Chong was a little unhappy.
When he is happy, he talks eloquently.
If you are not happy, you will become a saw-jawed gourd.
"What's wrong?" Tang asked.
Su Chong grimaced and said, "I'm interested in those fat sheep. I planned to kill them as soon as the wound on my face healed, but my brother-in-law snatched them up first, and he didn't leave any of them for me."
He should have started in time.
Su Chong sighed and regretted endlessly.
Several shed-fat sheep sneezed in unison
Su Jin washed his face with cold water, drank half a cup of tea, rubbed his neck and left the inner room.
In the yard, the maid has already started mopping the floor.
Before, they didn't take Su Jin's words seriously. After Xing'er finished mopping, she deliberately dragged it back to the corridor, and the little maid said she was showing off.
But after all, the mop is really good, and it is not difficult to make.
The maids of the eldest and young mistresses would definitely not do such rough work, they are the ones who are tired and have sore backs.
There is no reason to be angry and make life difficult for yourself.
They followed suit one after another——
The colorful mop is very beautiful.
Just the quality is not so good.
After dragging and dragging, there is only one stick left in my hand.
The mop head is still in place.
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