My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

However, Dongmei and the others did not understand why their girl was so excited. They thought Song Qingcheng was worried that the temperature would be cold this winter and that there would not be enough charcoal in the mansion. However, there was enough charcoal in the mansion and there was no need to worry about it being insufficient. After all, if there was too much charcoal, it would be unusable by next winter if it was not stored properly and got damp, which would be a considerable waste.

Dongmei then reminded her, "There is plenty of charcoal in the mansion, so you don't have to worry about not having enough."

Song Qingcheng shook his head, indicating that he did not mean that. He thought for a moment and said, "It is cold this year. I think the price of charcoal will double later. Let's stock up more and sell it later..."

"If you sell it again, you can earn a lot of money..."

Dongmei continued.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

Dongmei understood Song Qingcheng's intention, and hurriedly took Niu Er from the house out.

Chunyu, Qiuyu and the others were a little surprised to see Song Qingcheng so sure that the price of charcoal would rise sharply. It was already deep winter, and according to the custom of each mansion, charcoal for the winter had already been prepared in advance.

After New Year's Eve and the beginning of spring, the weather will get warmer day by day, and charcoal will no longer be needed.

Although they were skeptical about Song Qingcheng's words, they also believed that what their girl said was right. The two seemed to be very contradictory, but they existed at the same time reasonably.

In the next few days, Song Qingcheng asked people to rent a few warehouses outside to store charcoal.

When the charcoal sellers saw Dongmei and her friends buying up large amounts of charcoal, they thought they were being taken advantage of by some government and were still buying up large amounts of charcoal.

His cracked mouth was about to reach the back of his head, and his breath was wiped with a big zero.

In Dongmei's heart, everything Song Qingcheng said was right, so the difference between her and Chunyu and Qiuyue was that she had no doubt that these charcoals would be kept in her hands and would definitely be sold at a high price.

Dongmei just smiled and said nothing as she saw that the charcoal sellers were charging a lot less than them.

When all the charcoal in Shangjing was almost collected, Song Qingcheng went to the warehouse where the charcoal had been stored for several years. She was worried about the safety of the charcoal, so she changed her mind and asked Zhang Lin from Longmen Escort Agency to come to Shangjing from Tongzhou. She secretly transported all the charcoal in the warehouse to several farms close to Shangjing, and asked Zhang Lin to send more people to keep an eye on the farms. Only then did she feel relieved.

When Zhang Lin saw Song Qingcheng, he couldn't help but ask her what to do with the vacant land they had bought in various places with water systems. After all, they had spent a lot of money on it, and leaving it idle was not a solution.

There was already some anxiety in Zhang Lin's words.

Song Qingcheng comforted her and told her not to worry, as it would be of great use when the time was right.

Zhang Lin felt reassured and transported the charcoal to the farm as instructed. Half a month had passed since he finished these tasks.

There was no news from Jinling, and it was almost the end of the year.

Song Qingcheng was thinking about whether to write a letter home to Pei Huaizhi.

The servant came knocking on the door in a hurry.

The nanny's heart skipped a beat, and Song Qingcheng also frowned slightly, thinking that something had happened to Pei Huaizhi. But then she changed her mind and realized that if something had happened to Pei Huaizhi, it wouldn't have been reported by the servant.

"What's going on?"

The servant took a breath and said, "Madam, please go to the side door and check. There are a lot of cabbages outside. They said they are for the young lady!"

Everyone in Chunhe Hall was silent.

"Chinese cabbage?"

Song Qingcheng asked.

The boy nodded.

Mammy. "Who is this person? He's sending me cabbages!"

The servant shook his head and said, "I don't know who it is. The escort said that if Madam goes out to take a look, she will know who it is."

Song Qingcheng felt that she had already reached 80% of the point.

The nanny brought a thick cloak for Song Qingcheng to make sure she was completely isolated from the cold.

Song Qingcheng walked over and glanced sideways, also startled.

She thought that no matter how many cabbages there were, there would be no more than two or three carts, but now they stretched all the way, with no end in sight.

The person in charge saw Song Qingcheng coming out.

First, he called out respectfully, "Young Madam!"

Song Qingcheng nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."

"You are too polite, Madam. This is a letter from our master!"

When Song Qingcheng saw the special mark on the envelope, she immediately understood that this was cabbage from Guandong.

"Madam, I'll put these cabbages, radishes, and potatoes in those places for you."

The leader spoke with a thick Kanto dialect, which was both generous and interesting.

The corner of Song Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly. Who could have thought that someone would come from thousands of miles away to deliver so many vegetables?

"Brother, please let me stay in the yard. You have come a long way. Have a cup of tea and take a rest. Please thank your master for me."

Song Qingcheng said.

The big man who was in charge was very generous. Hearing Song Qingcheng being so polite, he actually became a little shy. He changed his previous generous voice and said in a low voice, "Madam, you are too polite."

Then he began to call people to move baskets of cabbage, potatoes and radishes from the carriage into the mansion.

Song Qingcheng took a look at the food and thought that even if the whole mansion ate all of it in half a year, they might not be able to finish it all.

Finally, the leader walked up to Song Qingcheng from the back of the carriage, holding two fat geese in each hand, with a simple smile on his dark face. "The journey is too long, and the geese have lost a lot of weight, but it doesn't affect the taste, especially in this cold winter place, stewing the geese in an iron pot is even more appropriate." After saying that, he scratched his head, showing his white teeth.

As Song Qingcheng came out, everyone in Chunhetang was infected by her hearty smile and authentic accent. The whole place was noisy and lively, filled with the flavor of life.

It is the atmosphere of everyday life that soothes people's hearts the most.

"what!"

Suddenly there was a scream from behind.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked and saw a big goose flying out of the goose cage. The two fat goose fluttered and chased after one of the men's thighs aggressively.

"Be careful girl!"

Dongmei protected Song Qingcheng in front of her, staring at the goose that was stabbed by the knife in amazement.

Song Qingcheng had never seen such a strange sight since she was a child. She watched the battle between the man and the goose with some surprise.

At the end of the battle, humans were finally superior and grasped the fate of the goose by the neck, locking it tightly.

"I'll stew you tonight." Then he looked up at Song Qingcheng and the others, "You're not scared, are you?"

Song Qingcheng smiled. She had been to the battlefield before, so how could she be frightened easily?

"It doesn't matter!"

The whole Chunhe Hall was extremely lively.

And it inexplicably made Song Qingcheng feel like it was Chinese New Year.

She feels that it is so great to be alive, and life is so vivid and colorful.

*

Pei Huaizhi received a letter from Shangjing.

"what?"