"Brother! Jiao Jiao's calligraphy is okay."

Wang Shuzhen pursed her lips and looked at her brother aggrievedly and sadly.

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

"Huh! Jiaojiaoer, you don't have to give face to anyone. Why should we copy the books we bought with money to others?"

Mrs. Wang gave her sweet granddaughter a square piece of diced chicken: "Eat quickly, you have been very tired from the day."

Wang Boliang also said with a distressed look on his face: "Yes! Let's eat and eat. Since others don't think highly of your words, then we won't do that thankless thing."

Wang Song: "..."

It's okay for his parents to see what he was thinking. When did the little sister become so perceptive?

Or is it too obvious?

He coughed lightly and said to Xue Zijin in a gentle tone: "Then copy slowly. If you are tired, let your cousins ​​come to help."

"No need, uncle!"

If they were asked to help, how could she tamper with the contents of the book?

"Only by copying it myself can I have a deeper understanding of the content in the book."

"Um!"

Wang Song nodded, and the inquiry in his dark eyes was replaced by appreciation.

"Then you first copy the book on farm tool forging."

Had dinner.

Xue Zijin took pen, ink, paper and inkstone and went back to his room to fight at night.

She had shown the record of forging agricultural tools to her grandfather, and the contents in it could not be altered in any way.

She just missed a few details about iron smelting.

But just such a small step can make people spend ten times, or even a hundred times longer to purify molten iron.

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

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

But now the Sima family is fiercely fighting for that position, and the officials of the Jin court are either standing in line cautiously, or they are letting go and taking care of themselves.

If they get this book, they will probably only use iron-making skills to forge weapons, and they will be reluctant to use iron to make farm tools!

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

Before anyone could say anything, he took the bait himself.

At first he wanted to buy out the dishes and iron pots.

But how could Xue Zijin agree?

She proposed to invest in Zhufeng Restaurant with technology.

"Grandpa! I'm not greedy. I only want to make a profit from these dishes."

Damn girl!

I'm not greedy if I want 20%.

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

The thought of giving away 20% of the profits made him feel sad.

"You're a little girl, what do you do with so much money?"

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

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

Good guy!

This second grandfather is indeed a profiteer.

He was even willing to offer two thousand acres of land to seduce her.

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

If she had acquired two thousand acres of land, she would be able to live and clothe herself in luxury for the rest of her life.

But it seems much more than that illusory 20% profit.

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

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

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

Wang Boliang thought that his good granddaughter was going to be deceived, and he was so anxious that he wanted to stop him when he heard the little girl smile like a flower and say: "But I just want 20% of the profit. My grandfather and grandmother treat me like jewels, and I want to pay 10% of the profit as a filial piety."

For them, 10% of my profit is enough."

Wang Boliang: "..."

Mrs. Wang: "..."

Seeing his eldest brother and sister-in-law burst into tears, Wang Bozhong knew that the end was over.

He had no choice but to sign this contract that he really didn't want to sign.

That afternoon.

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

Xue Zijin taught them in the morning and went to smelting iron and making pots in the afternoon.

I have to copy books at night.

After three days of burning the midnight oil, she finally finished copying the farm tool forging record.

When Wang Song came to pick up the manuscript on the fourth day, he saw that the originally energetic little girl was now covered in black and blue under her eyes, which was obviously caused by severe lack of sleep.

"You haven't slept these past few nights?"

Wang Song took the thick manuscript and said with a frown: "Copy the rest slowly, don't tire yourself out."

"Well! Thank you uncle! I just wanted to copy it out as soon as possible so that uncle wouldn't have to wait in a hurry!"

Xue Zijin yawned and smiled listlessly.

She had a lot of things to do during the day, and she wouldn't have time if she didn't stay up late at night.

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

It seems that he really underestimated this girl.

Yes!

When he saw the words "iron smelting", his eyes changed from surprise to shock.

Half an hour later.

Wang Song returned to the governor's house with the manuscript and told Chang Shi who was following behind him: "Go and invite Sir to the study."

"only."

Chang Shi took the order and left.

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

"Lang Jun! Did you get the book back?"

Wang Song's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at the gentle woman in front of him who was silent for a long time, and then said in a serious tone: "I got it back, but I can't give this book to your brother yet."

Li was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then smiled and stepped away.

"The husband is busy, so I will go drink tea with my sister-in-law first."

Say it!

She turned around gracefully and returned to the backyard.

Wang Song watched his wife leave, the seriousness in his dark eyes faded, and a tender smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
Chapter completed!