After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

The servants in the yard swept the snow away early in the morning and piled it on both sides of the road.

Jiang Hui took the delicate hand of the girl beside her with her little hand, and looked at the person sitting on the desk expectantly with her childish voice: "Mom, can I go to the yard to play in the snow for a while?"

The woman's hands were slender, and her long, well-maintained fingers slowly flipped through the account book at hand.

The New Year is coming, and she needs to check the account books sent by some dowry shops one by one, and buy some New Year goods, monthly wages and New Year gifts for the workers in the shops, and rewards for the servants in the mansion...

Although the family has not been divided, the household finances have always been controlled by the stepmother, but Jiang's mother's dowry shop is still in his own hands thanks to her unremitting efforts.

The Jiang family's expenses do not rely on the salaries of officials in the family. The income from Jishidiang alone is rich enough to support the operation of the family, not to mention some fields, shops, farms, and hilltops. All these add up to a considerable income.

Therefore, everyone in the Jiang family can go to the public office to collect their monthly salary.

It’s just that the monthly salary of Jiang’s father and his family of three has not been paid on time for a long time. Fortunately, Jiang’s father still has his own salary, which he can get on time every month and use independently.

Apart from the basic interpersonal relationships, the accumulated money was not left alone in a wooden box, but was exchanged for some real estate and shops in Kyoto.

The land and housing prices in Kyoto were high, so they went to places farther out in the suburbs and bought a lot of land, and accumulated some property over the years.

Jiang's mother looked at the piles of account books on the desk, all of which had to be settled before the end of the year. When she met Jiang Hui's eyes full of longing, she could only sigh deeply.

"Okay, remember to put on your cloak, don't catch a cold!" She scratched her daughter's nose lovingly and spoke softly.

Mother Jiang looked at the maid behind her again: "Take good care of the young lady. Remember not to go to places with thick snow. The ice is not very thick at the moment, so don't step on it. If you want to make a snowman or play snowballs, don't spend too much time. When you're done, hand over the hand-warming stove in time..."

She gave detailed instructions about possible emergencies, but she didn't expect that the person who was anxiously waiting had already walked out the door.

When I reached the gate, I heard my daughter's impatient voice: "I know, mother, the plum blossoms in the West Garden are blooming now. If you are late, you won't be able to see the plum blossoms proudly blooming in the snow!"

Jiang's mother didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She quickly asked the servants to take the young lady's cloak and hand warmer to catch up with her, and then buried her head in the thick account books.

The sunrise on a snowy day didn't last long, and soon lights began to be lit in the yard. Jiang's mother looked up from a pile of account books and saw that it was already pitch dark outside.

She looked towards the familiar spot, but did not see the little figure who was reading a book engrossed in it. She could not help but frown and asked the servant beside her: "Why hasn't the young lady come back yet? Didn't you send someone to call her back?"

The man replied respectfully: "I have already called her, but the young lady said she wanted to paint in the courtyard and draw the proud plum blossoms on paper..."

"Nonsense!" Jiang's mother stood up angrily, with a faint fire flashing in her eyes: "It's snowing heavily, why didn't you stop her? How can she paint in the ice and snow with her body? The cold wind is biting, her hands must be frozen red!"

The man apologized in a panic: "Madam, please calm down. I was originally sent back by someone, and I happened to meet the master coming back from outside. When he heard the young lady say this, he immediately..."

The person who was speaking also knew that it was not good to speak ill of his master in front of him, so he stopped talking.

Seeing that Jiang's mother was anxious to go out, she hurriedly helped her put on a heavy cloak and said, "Madam, don't worry. I just went to see it. The place where the painting was chosen was the Plum Blossom Pavilion. The curtains were drawn all around. There was a charcoal fire inside. The servants' hot tea and hot milk were always ready. I don't think the master and the young lady would be cold."

Jiang's mother held the hand warmer in her arms to keep warm. Her hands, which had been flipping through the account books, were touched by the heat and gradually warmed up.

On second thought, my hands felt cold even in the room with plenty of charcoal fire, not to mention the pavilion with leaks everywhere.

The anger in his eyes grew stronger: "He won't be cold, men have hot bodies, but Hui Niang is still young, how can she withstand the north wind!"

Then he thought of something and said quickly, "Tell the kitchen to cook some cold-dispelling medicine, and put more coptis root in one of them!"

She gnashed her teeth and pointed towards the plum blossom forest in the West Garden, saying viciously, "If Hui Niang is fine, it's fine. But if Hui Niang catches a cold, I will make him stand in the yard all night to experience the feeling of a woman being afraid of the cold, so that he can empathize with her!"

After saying this, he led his servants to the West Garden in a heroic and high-spirited manner.

The Plum Blossom Pavilion is very eye-catching in the dark night, and the plum blossoms under the moonlight are even more proud than in the daytime, making the two reluctant to leave.

A team of people with candlelight appeared in the field of vision, and Jiang Hui ran out happily in an instant: "Mother, look at my painting, father said it has improved, now the plum blossoms on paper have proud bones, isn't it amazing, mother Hui?"

The petite figure of the girl left the warm Plum Blossom Pavilion and blended into the biting cold winter night, holding in her hand a painting that she was most satisfied with, her eyes sparkling in the darkness.

Seeing this, Jiang's mother quickly quickened her pace. When she caught her, the unframed painting was still stained with a few naughty snowflakes, which made Jiang's mother couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Jiang Hui said in an energetic voice, "It's okay, mother. Mother Hui will be able to draw something better than this one."

"Okay!" She took her daughter's hand and walked towards the pavilion. She felt a chill piercing her heart as she touched it. A hint of coldness flashed across her face, but she still praised as usual: "Hui Niang is really amazing. With such small hands that can barely hold the pen steadily, she can still draw such a lifelike picture of plum blossoms proudly blooming in the snow!"

In the dark night, Jiang Hui blushed when her mother praised her, and she smiled a little embarrassedly.

The pavilion was already hung with all kinds of paintings, and Jiang's father gave a flattering smile when he saw the visitor.

Jiang's mother knew that it was her daughter's suggestion to paint today, and she didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm or just turn her face away.

At least, you can't be cold in front of your daughter.

But when he held his daughter's hand in his palm, he couldn't smile at all. He could only hum softly as a response.

The pavilion was surrounded by paintings hung up to dry their ink. There was also a wet painting on the stone table. One could tell who painted it just by looking at the mature brushstrokes.

"Jiang Fu, carefully collect the young lady's paintings and send them to her study. I will send someone to frame them tomorrow."

After looking around and admiring the place and listening to her daughter's enthusiastic introduction, Jiang's mother immediately gave some instructions and turned around to take her people back.