Sang Biao took out a box from under the counter. The box was full of letters written by his master. He handed it directly to Zhou Rongrong with a chuckle.

"You are joking, young lady. I can only read a few characters. How can I be a teacher? Besides, who can I teach all these skills to?"

Zhou Rongrong was really envious of his skills. "Brother Sang Biao, please don't say that. You are very capable. The best scouts in the army are picked from thousands of people. My second son and a few boys in the village all want to join the army. With your guidance, they will not be green hands after entering the barracks. When the time comes, they will tell others who their master is and say that they are the best scouts under King Xiaoyao and the apprentice of Brother Sang Biao. Wouldn't that be impressive?"

Sang Biao was born into a military family, and he was moved when he heard Zhou Rongrong's praise. Yes, if the apprentice he taught was the best one to serve, who would dare to say anything about his feet?

If it weren't for his foot injury, he could have continued to serve as a scout in the army for many more years, but the prince said that he had to wait here for Madam Zhou.

He said in embarrassment: "But, but my master told me not to go anywhere."

Zhou Rongrong said: "Don't worry, give me paper and pen."

Sang Biao hurriedly went to get paper and pen, and Zhou Rongrong quickly wrote that she wanted to invite Sang Biao to teach in Dashan Village, and asked him if he agreed. She also promised him that all the letters from then on could be given to her directly.

The two letters were sent to the capital at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou Rongrong went home and started looking through the letters. They were all about what this gentleman had done and eaten today, why Zhou Rongrong didn't write to him, whether he had other dogs, and so on.

There was no information in each letter, except for one that said that the eldest young master of the Nangong family in Jiangnan, named Nangong Xi, had disappeared recently, and asked Zhou Rongrong to pay attention.

Didn’t she remember that this family was the one that had monopolized the paper industry?

Now her bamboo paper is getting bigger and bigger, which naturally attracts people's attention. But it doesn't matter, she can just cover it up with soil when the water comes.

The most important things Zhou Rongrong needs to do now are to take good care of Fu Qing and to plan the villa.

Since it is Sibao’s manor, Sibao must also participate in it.

Zhou Rongrong brought some soft millet porridge into Fu Qing's room and fed her. She was currently receiving an anti-inflammatory injection in her hand.

The cold liquid flowed into the body through the transparent tube but nothing happened. Fu Qing had been curious for a long time, and when he saw Zhou Rongrong come in, he couldn't wait to ask.

"Rongrong, what is this?"

Zhou Rongrong had already thought of an excuse, and it was the same one: "This is my family's ancestral craft, don't tell anyone, this is an anti-inflammatory medicine that can prevent wound inflammation, I only have a few sets, and they will be gone after they are used up, so you can't tell anyone."

You can't help but touch your hands as you say this, mainly because Fu Qing is so cute. His big eyes stare at you and blink full of questions, like a curious baby, just as cute as Sibao.

He gently scratched Fu Qing's nose, causing her to blush and stammer, "I know, I know, I definitely won't tell you."

Zhou Rongrong fed Fu Qing porridge mouthful by mouthful with great patience and chatted with Fu Qing from time to time.

"Oh, it's really annoying. I bought your farm, but I don't even know what to plant or how to manage it."

Fu Qing was raised in the arms of Master Fu since she was a child. When Master Fu went on business talks when she was young, he would take Fu Qing with him. After she grew up, her mother passed away, and she was the one who managed the family business.

Even though she was in poor health before and looked frail, and acted like a baby in front of Zhou Rongrong, she was the eldest daughter and the housekeeper at home, and she knew a lot about how to manage the farm.

Just when he had nothing to do, he wanted to talk to Zhou Rongrong about it, but Zhou Rongrong stopped him immediately.

"Wait, let's talk about it later, Qingqing, you should sort it out first, and then you can talk about it when my children come back."

Fu Qing is much better now and has no problem speaking. If Zhou Rongrong hadn't come to talk to her often and tell her gossip about the village, she would have been bored to death lying in bed.

Fu Qing's eyes were full of curiosity. He clasped his hands and asked, "Am I going to be a master?"

These days, Fu Qing also heard from Sibao that she was already a teacher. She spoke in a very proud tone and said that she and her elder brother had compiled a book, which was the enlightenment book that she had read. Now in Zhao County, not only everyone has a copy, but even every village has two or three copies.

I didn't expect that the books were written by two such young kids. She claimed to be a talented woman, but her talents were only used in the backyard and the boudoir. I didn't expect that she could teach so many people?

Zhou Rongrong praised, "Of course, everyone has their own strengths. I don't know how to do things like embroidery, housekeeping, managing the farm, and making delicious cakes. There must be a teacher among three people. Our Qingqing can certainly be the teacher."

These words made Fu Qing want to cry. In the past, she was in poor health and rarely went out of the house. All she saw was the square village, and she found it extremely boring every day.

Fortunately, that day she insisted on following her father to see who this Madam Zhou was, which led to the scene today.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Fu Qing nodded vigorously and said with a sweet smile: "Well, okay."

Zhou Rongrong patted her head and encouraged her: "So, think carefully about how to call us later. If you are tired, just take a rest. It's okay to split it into several days. Don't rush."

Fu Qing obediently swallowed a mouthful of porridge and nodded to express his request.

"Rongrong, can you help me find some storybooks to read? I'm so bored lying here."

Zhou Rongrong looked at Fu Qing's clothes and checked the wound. When she saw that there was no problem, she spoke.

"Okay, wait for me a moment, I'll pick out some books for you."

Zhou Rongrong went to the study room and selected interesting books such as Dream of the Red Chamber and Journey to the West and sent them to Fu Qing, then went to check the workshop.

Now that someone is in charge of the anesthetic powder workshop, Zhou Rongrong only needs to check the accounts regularly. There is usually nothing to do, and the girls from Zhaojia Village are even more efficient.

It happened that Li Lianyun was in charge and he managed everything in perfect order, so there was no need to worry. Zhou Rongrong took a look around and went to the papermaking workshop only after seeing that there were no problems.

Xie Wuyou's letter said that one of the Nangong family members had gone missing, so Zhou Rongrong had to pay attention to the papermaking workshop. With so many people, it was impossible to guarantee that everyone would be loyal.

When money is thrown around, there will always be people who are tempted. Zhou Rongrong walked around and didn't see any unfamiliar faces, so she called Liu Dazhuang to the office to talk.

This couple no longer needs to visit each company one by one to sign contracts, nor do they need to find many connections like before. As long as they mention their names, orders will come in like snowflakes.

According to the share, they made a lot of money. Even Liu Dazhuang's mother would smile if she knew about it.

Liu Dazhuang was naturally in a very good mood and smiled at everyone he met.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Zhou Rongrong thought this man looked so stupid, and she didn't know if it was appropriate to give this matter to him. But this man had worked his way up from the bottom, and his vision was really incomparable to that of ordinary people. After thinking about it, she decided to give it to him.

"Da Zhuang, I'm telling you the truth. Our workshop may be targeted by the Nangong family. We have so many people in the workshop, you have to investigate carefully. We have enough orders recently, so don't accept new orders for the time being. You have to keep an eye on the people under you and in the workshop, nothing can happen to them."

Liu Dazhuang was in this line of work so he was familiar with the market situation. He knew who the Nangong family was, a family that was rumored to be a century-old family. But he was not afraid at all. He built this workshop with just a hoe and a brick.

Forget about the Nangong family, even if the emperor came and wanted to do something bad, he wouldn't be allowed to do it.

He put away his silly smile and became serious. When he became serious, his face full of fat looked a little scary.

"Boss, don't worry about this matter. I have many smart and loyal people under my command. I will have people keep an eye on the people in the workshop and patrol at night."

Zhou Rongrong nodded, very satisfied with his arrangement but still reminded: "You should pay attention and collect more information to see what the family conditions are like in the workshop. Are there any people involved in prostitution, gambling or drugs? If there are such people, just fire them and tell me. You have to pay attention to this matter. It is very important. Our paper is registered with the emperor. You don't have to worry about overdoing it. If you encounter strangers who come to inquire, just arrest them."

Liu Dazhuang was now more confident and said bluntly: "Don't worry, Boss. I, Liu Dazhuang, am not a pushover."

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