If others say that this plaque is not worthy of the words to be engraved, Old Li will definitely yell at her a few words, but Song Wanyue is different. Her great-grandfather is an old man, a contemporary scholar who even the emperor is polite. This plaque is indeed not worthy of it.

After pausing for a moment, Old Li said, "There is another piece left by my grandfather, and the price is a bit high."

"I'll take a look."

"Should you wait, girl."

Lao Li went into the house and soon moved out a plaque and wrapped it in cloth. He put it down on the ground and lifted it up. It was a neat piece of red sandalwood. It should be that it was a while ago, and the plaque was vaguely shining under the sunlight.

"I want this part."

Song Wanyue immediately made a decision, and did not ask the price, took out the words written by the old man and expanded them. The three words "Xiaoyue Tower" clearly jumped into the eyes of Lao Li and Captain Zhang.

"Good name."

Captain Zhang likes it.

Old Li nodded and agreed, thinking about the suggestion, "When the word is engraved, it is best to paste gold foil on it to make it look more elegant.

"Listen to you."

Song Wanyue rolled up the paper with words and gave it to him, "How long will it take?"

Old Li took it carefully, "It takes about twenty days."

Song Wanyue didn't ask how much money he gave him 200 taels of silver notes, "This is a deposit, and the rest will be settled after you finish carving it."

Old Li took it with his head trembling, and repeatedly promised that he would do it well.

After the carving shop, Song Wanyue asked Captain Zhang to take her to customize a batch of roasting pots. The so-called roasting pot is actually a frying pan.

After doing all this, she sent Captain Zhang back to the place where the restaurant was built. She told Song Lin, went to Beicheng to pick up Lu, and took him to the place where the workshop was built.

There were people everywhere on the foundation, and they were all working very hard. Several village chiefs were gathering together and saying something. When they saw Song Wanyue get off the carriage, they all got up.

They learned from Song Shen this morning that they would also recruit workers in their four villages. They were so happy that they would definitely recruit a lot of people for such a large workshop, even if there were only 20% or 30% of them.

Lu Xing sat on the carriage in front of the carriage, but before he got close, he was shocked by the scene.

On the way, Song Wanyue told him that his home was building a workshop. He thought he had only built two or three rooms, but he didn't expect it to be a piece, which was endless to see at a glance, and even the number of people could not count.

Song Wanyue greeted several village chiefs and asked someone to call Song Shen over. When she heard that she was here to learn to make a payment with him, Song Shen looked at Song Wanyue strangely, and then realized that the little sister didn't want people to know that she would make a payment.

"Okay, follow me."

Song Shen placed a table under another big tree, with pen, ink, paper and inkstone on it. He would be registered by people who came to work every day so that the wages would be paid in the end.

He led the people over and asked Lu Xing to sit down. He picked up the paper and pen to teach. Lu Xing had already learned numerology and learned very quickly.

"Miss Song, come and sit down."

Village Chief Gu greeted with a smile on his face. Young Master Song said that he had recruited 30% of the people from their village, which gave him a huge face.

Song Wanyue smiled and said that the village chief of Lijia Village had already gone to get a bowl, and the village chief of Zhangjia Village personally poured her a bowl of tea.

Song Wanyue was not shy, and took it generously and took a few sips. The people saw it and became more and more happy, saying, "Don't worry, we must choose the most capable person in the village."

Not to mention the fifteen-year death contract, even the people in the village have been willing to sign it for twenty years. As long as they sign it, they can be the ones from the workshop and they can always work in the workshop.

"I'm sorry, everyone."

How dare the few people bear her words? They waved their hands repeatedly.

A carriage drove over from a distance and walked closer. Old Master Song saw that Song Ming was sitting in front of the carriage, and his heart moved.

The carriage stopped, Song Ming jumped down, and the curtain was also opened. Zheng Wen got off the carriage, and then turned around to help Song Qin down.

The moment Zheng Wen came out, Mr. Song had already stood up. Seeing this, Song Wanyue also stood up.

"Big Brother."

Song Qin shouted with a smile.

Mr. Song also took two steps with a smile on his face, "Why are you back when you have time?"

"You still said that if you don't send anyone to tell me about it after so much trouble at home."

If she hadn't heard others say that, she wouldn't have known that Song Si had won the top scorer, and she wouldn't have known that her elder brother's family had such a profitable business.

Mr. Song laughed.

Song Qin's eyes fell on Song Wanyue beside him. Now people everywhere were spreading about Song Wanyue, which was so amazing. When she first heard it, she didn't even associate it with this little girl from her mother's house.

"Auntie."

Song Wanyue called out well.

Song Qin responded happily, raised her hand to touch her head. Thinking of the rumors, the hand that had just been raised fell back and went straight to the point, "Wen'er is here to discuss business with you, and I happened to follow her to see her family."

"Uncle."

Zheng Wen took the opportunity to salute Mr. Song, and Mr. Song responded with a smile, "There are many people here, so if you have anything to say, let's go home and say it."

After saying that, someone asked someone to call Grandma Song over.

When she saw her sister-in-law, Grandma Song happily held her hand and urged Mr. Song to come over to drive the carriage.

Song Wanyue also shouted to Song Shen over and said, "Now the second brother is in charge of the business at home. Let's talk to the second brother."

Zheng Wen was surprised. He thought that Song Wanyue had the final say in the Song family.

Seeing his surprise, Song Wanyue smiled.

Zheng Wen quickly restrained his expression. A nine-year-old girl dared to go to Beijing alone to file a lawsuit, overthrew the third prince, donated one million taels, and quietly did several profitable transactions, not knowing how deep it was.

Mr. Song drove over the carriage. Grandma Song took Song Qin's hand and Song Shen followed him up. Zheng Wen also returned to the carriage. Song Ming was about to go up, but Song Wanyue shouted, "There are still a few people working there, please stay."

Work!

As soon as he heard these two words, Song Ming wanted to disappear in front of Song Wanyue immediately. He had not worked for many years, so how could he remember how to use shovels and how to use strength?

Give up the courage, "I, I..."

I wanted to say that I had a headache, but I thought that Song Wanyue knew medical skills, and his lies would be exposed immediately. I hurriedly changed my words, "I, my arm hurts."

"Yeah?"

Song Wanyue asked with a smile.

Seeing her expression, Song Ming was panicked and wanted to turn around and run away immediately, so he shouldn't have come.

"Chu Si!"

A guard came over, tall, with a tiger's back and bear's waist. As soon as he walked here, Song Ming's calves began to tremble.

Song Wanyue raised her chin to Song Ming, "Watch him go to work, if you dare to be lazy, deal with him hard!"

Chu Si followed Song Wanyue for so many days, but she had never seen anyone she targeted. Seeing that the man in front of him was not like a good thing, he reached out to hold his collar and said, "Go!"
Chapter completed!