The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 565

The convoy hurried, but it would take some time to get back to Jiangzhou. On the way, Xiao Jin thought of this and sighed, "Who says women are inferior to men? No wonder Wu Lang kept telling me. After doing this job, although the young lady is weak, she is much more capable than this man."

Wang Shun, the servant beside him, had heard a lot and couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"Uncle, that young lady is beautiful and has a good temper. Has she really defeated our fifth young master in mathematics?"

Mu Er and Mu San went back and told him a lot of legends about the young lady. The first one was that the Fifth Young Master no longer beat my two brothers, and it was all because of our cousin young lady. Not only was she not afraid of the Fifth Young Master, she was also making the decisions for us two brothers.

Then he praised her to the skies. When he heard that he was coming to the capital, Mu Er and Mu San wanted him to bring some local specialties to the young lady. Wang Shun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed at the big carriage and said, "You two are thoughtful, but no matter how good you are, it can't compare to what the eldest master and the eldest lady prepared."

Wang Shun arrived at the mansion and met the legendary fairy-like young lady.

After finding an empty place, she told Sister Pearl... no, now Sister Honeysuckle, about Mu Er and Mu San's feelings. Honeysuckle felt warm in her heart, "Don't worry, I'll tell the two boys later that the young lady is kind and compassionate, and she is not the kind of person who would torture her servants while in a high position. They don't need to spend money, just the thought is enough."

The answer is prosperous and smooth.

Seeing that Chief Butler Xiao was full of praise, Xiao Jin was curious and asked about it. Xiao Jin stroked his beard and nodded, "Originally, I thought it was the Master and the Madam who were praising the Young Madam, but in the past two days, it's not the case!"

Xiao Jin is over 60 years old and is considered to be knowledgeable.

"Our fourth young master's wife can also use an abacus, but compared to the young lady's hand speed, it is still far behind. She is a capable person! She is indeed a capable person!"

In the days following the return journey, Xiao Jin and Wang Shun talked about Pei An and his wife. In the end, Xiao Jin laughed, "I don't know if the Fourth Young Master's wife is too sensitive. We two keep talking about them day and night. It's really rude."

Natural and not abrupt!

If Song Guanzhou knew what Xiao Jin said, he would definitely laugh. I, Song Ci, came from the world of the King of Scrolls. When I was in the office, when I was busy, I had to produce three or five large ledgers and six or seven small tables a day. When I was extremely busy, I had to produce several drafts of geological survey reports...

The mouse and keyboard were smoking. Sometimes he ran to the chief engineer's office, sometimes he drove to the client's office. He was so busy that he was like a spinning top. Why would he be afraid of such a small job?

She made a new transfer form, recording all the information in detail. Xiao Jin racked his brains to deal with it. Song Guanzhou's small regular script with sheep's hair brush was as good as a modern fountain pen, and the ink splashed everywhere.

Soon, the newly created account book directory turned into a mess.

Song Guanzhou called Rendong over again and asked her to prepare red ink for the painting. The red and black ink were intertwined, and no one else could tell the difference except her.

Honeysuckle looked at it carefully and said, "Young Madam, why are there still so many typos?"

"Abbreviation, come quickly."

That was simple calligraphy, the greatest invention of handwriting for office workers. She wrote in both cursive and regular scripts very quickly. Honeysuckle sighed repeatedly, "Madam, you have been practicing calligraphy for many days, how come you look so…"

There has not been much progress.

"Oh, good maid, I just need to understand."

After the meal, Xu Lingbai looked through the account and laughed and cried, "Guan Zhou, I don't have the ability to see it clearly."

It would have been fine if there were only abbreviations of many characters, but there was also Song Guanzhou's cursive and running script, the old doctor's handwriting that only she knew.

"Don't worry, cousin. I know it's OK."

Facing the thirty or forty boxes, she explained them one by one to Xu Lingbai, "Cousin, I have ordered that you and Rendong clean up first."

The coral red seventeen-level abacus that Pei An gave her last time came in very useful. Although Zhang Fanghui was pregnant, after hearing the accounting, she came over and wanted to lend a hand.

She wasn't as fast as Song Guanzhou in calculating the abacus, but it was enough to do the accounting.

Liu Er received Song Guanzhou's order to go to the warehouse to find some boards and asked the carpenter who came to do the work last time to build a large desk under the flower stand. "Madam, I observed the sky at night and it should not rain in the next few days. There is enough time to build the rain pavilion."

Shaohuayuan seemed increasingly crowded. The length and width of the desk were larger than those of an ordinary table. Like a modern solid wood conference table, it was wide and lacked aesthetic appeal, but was perfect for accounting.

From the former audit department to the company review, nothing is better than a large conference table.

When Song Guanzhou heard Liu Er talking about the Rain Pavilion, he immediately called the carpenter and said, "Master, please tell me in detail how to build this Rain Pavilion."

The carpenter had more respect for the fourth young lady of the mansion. When she asked, he did not hide anything. He pointed to the place where the table was placed and said, "Young lady, this is what I thought. The original floor should not be moved. Only six to eight pillars should be built, with a horizontal beam at the top, and then laid diagonally on both sides, and then thin beams should be placed on top, and finally green tiles should be laid."

He smiled and humbly replied, "Time is short. This is the quickest solution I can think of. I can only forgo hanging flower columns and carving and painting."

Song Guanzhou nodded, "No need for those fancy tricks. I have thought of a way. Master, please listen to it. If it works, it will be faster."

Lin Shan was about to give Song Guanzhou a pomegranate when he met Qin Qingdong at the second gate with Chun Ge and two maids carrying bamboo baskets. "I pay my respects to the Second Young Master."

Qin Qingdong was very familiar with him. He waved and came over, looking at the bamboo basket in his hand. "Where did you get these pomegranates? They are of good quality."

Lin Shan smiled and replied, "Second Master, do you still remember the pomegranate and jujube trees on the top of the mountain behind Wenxi Villa? I picked them from there this morning."

Qin Qingdong raised his eyebrows, "Oh, it's a dangerous place. I'm afraid only men like you who are skilled in martial arts can go there."

After that, he picked up a small red date and put it in his mouth, "It's sweet, not bad!"

"Second Master, when you return home, I will prepare some for you. Please take it back as a snack." After saying this, he told Chun Ge, who nodded like pounding garlic, "I like to eat this, too."

Qin Qingdong slapped him with his fan, "Asshole, you're not going back today."

After saying that, he and Linshan walked forward all the way to Shaohua Garden. As soon as they entered, they heard Song Guanzhou talking to the carpenter intently. So they simply didn't greet them. A few people hid behind them and listened to what was going on.

"Master, the crossbeam you made should not be made into a deadlock, that is, a mortise and tenon joint. Don't make it too tight. It's best to disassemble it at a low price. Come on, let me draw a diagram for you."

When Honeysuckle heard this, she prepared her pen and ink early.

Song Guanzhou drew it in detail, just like he did the last time he drew the cabinet. "Master, I think the tiles are too heavy and trivial. If they are laid up piece by piece, the horizontal beams and pillars will be very heavy. It would be better to abandon the tiles and look for waterproof felt or mats made of palm leaves."

“Palm leaves?”