Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

Fu Lifeng smiled: "Originally, it would have been better for my sister-in-law to take care of it. But my grandmother said that you have refused in the past two years. I think it is a hard job and my sister-in-law is unwilling to take it over. So in the past two years, my cousin He Zhilan and my aunt have been in charge."

Lin Zhuwei felt a little embarrassed, thinking back to the time when the original owner had spent the past two years doing nothing but eating, and had no intention of doing such thankless tasks.

Fu Lifeng saw her embarrassment and changed the subject in time: "I heard from the servants that your sister-in-law's foot was injured. I came to see you. Have you called a doctor?"

Lin Zhuwei nodded and said with a smile: "Second Master is thoughtful. I have asked the doctor, it's okay. You will recover after resting for a while."

"By the way, sister-in-law, this is the medicine I asked Doctor Zhou to prescribe. Try it and see how it works."

"Thank you, Second Master." Lin Zhuwei took it with a smile.

She thought to herself, they are both from the Fu family, so why are Fu Junyan and Fu Lifeng so different in character?

Fu Junyan was as cold as ice, but Fu Lifeng was quite gentle and polite.

Fu Lifeng nodded and looked at her recliner with a gleam in his eyes: "Sister-in-law, is this another new invention of yours?"

Lin Zhuwei smiled and said, "Yes, this is a foot massage chair."

In addition to the "pedal keel water wheel", this is the second weight loss device she designed. When you step on the pedals while lying down, you can move the balls on the back of the recliner, which can exercise your feet and massage your back at the same time, killing two birds with one stone.

It's a pity that her foot is injured now, so she can't step hard, otherwise she would have to perform on the spot.

"Massage chair?" Fu Lifeng looked up and down and couldn't help asking.

Seeing that he was interested, Lin Zhuwei asked Aju to help her up and said with a smile, "Second Master, do you want to try it?"

Fu Lifeng did not refuse. He smiled and nodded, then he lay down like Lin Zhuwei and started stepping on it under her guidance.

"Sister-in-law, this thing is really interesting." Fu Lifeng's feet were moving fast, and the ball bearings were spinning rapidly on his back, making him feel a little itchy. He couldn't help but crack his lips.

Under a tree far away from the pavilion, Fu Junyan stood quietly with a calm expression, watching Lin Zhuwei and Fu Lifeng chatting and laughing. He frowned slightly and pursed his thin lips.

"Master, this?" Wu Er noticed that his master seemed unhappy, so he held up the ointment in his hand and asked carefully.

"Throw it away." Fu Junyan replied indifferently, then turned and left.

Wu Er opened his mouth but didn't dare to say anything. After thinking for a while, he put the plaster back into his sleeve.

After the young master heard his report and learned the origin of the conflict between the young lady and Miss Qian, he pondered for a long time. Then he asked himself to find the bottle of plaster for sprains and bruises.

Now that I have met the young lady, why did she let me throw it away again? I really don't understand.

Wu Er looked back at Master Fu and Madam Young Madam, and suddenly realized: Could it be? Is the Young Master jealous?

Fu Lifeng's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, so he stopped and asked with a smile, "Sister-in-law, how come you have so many wonderful ideas?"

Lin Zhuwei just smiled and said nothing. She couldn't tell him that she had traveled through time, right?

In the modern world she lives in, there are a lot of these things, and there are even more bizarre ones.

Fu Lifeng looked at the recliner and suddenly asked, "Sister-in-law, do you have this case paper?"

"Do you want one too?"

"I want to give one to my grandmother. She will definitely like this new thing."

"My grandmother has bad legs and feet. This thing requires some strength to step on. I'm afraid it's bad for her feet." Lin Zhuwei smiled and shook his head.

Fu Lifeng frowned and thought for a while, then grinned again: "No problem, I'll ask a craftsman to improve it and turn it into a hand-cranked massage chair, and then hire two maids to serve her, isn't that enough?"

Lin Zhuwei looked at his handsome face, a warm smile bloomed on her face, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.

She nodded and told Ah Ju to go back and get the blueprints. The two chatted for a while, and then Fu Lifeng said goodbye and left.

The fashion show hosted by Qian's family will be held as scheduled in three days.

The whole city was in a state of excitement during this period, and Qian's Silk Shop had already prepared a stock volume that was more than ten times that of previous years.

After Lin Zhuwei recovered, he immediately rushed to Qingyuan to arrange his work.

Aunt Xue and Aunt Miao took good care of the chicken coop, and the chicks have grown a little bigger.

In the open space of the yard, a field of unfinished melon seeds was drying. The finished melon seeds were stored in jars labeled "Five-spice melon seeds" and "Prune-flavored melon seeds".

Master Lang has already sent over a batch of nut crisps and candied fruits, which are also stored in jars.

Master Lang also specifically told him to make only this much nut crisps for now, as if he made too much, he was afraid that it would not be well preserved and would become damp and soft, affecting the taste. If there was a need, he could ask his servants to work overtime to make it, and it would not delay things.

Lin Zhuwei couldn't help but sigh: Master Lang is so reliable!

Xiaoshi was checking the newly made snack boxes, wiping them carefully over and over again until the boxes were so shiny that you could see a person's reflection in them.

Seeing how nervous and serious he was, Lin Zhuwei couldn't help but want to laugh.

Lin Zhuwei called Amu, who was busy, into the hall and asked with concern: "Amu, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Amu was very happy to see Lin Zhuwei: "Thank you for your concern, Madam. I have recovered a long time ago! Madam, you asked them to send me delicious food and drinks every day. Look, I have gained a lot of weight!"

Lin Zhuwei felt relieved and said with a smile: "Then Amu, can you help me find twenty little beggars? They must be smart ones."

"Madam, of course you can. I used to be a beggar, and I know a lot of brothers!"

When talking about his old profession, Amu was not modest at all, but he was still very confused, "But madam, why do you need so many little beggars?"

"Qian's Silk Shop is going to hold a fashion show, did you know that?"

"I know! Qian wanted to dig up the rats in the ground and tell me, how could I not know?"

Lin Zhuwei was amused by him: "That's good. I need you to lead twenty little beggars to sell our melon seeds, preserved fruits and candied nuts on the day of the event."

In such occasions, peddlers are required to shuttle among the crowd. They need to be thick-skinned and eloquent, and the smarter they are, the better.

Amu's eyes lit up: "There will definitely be a lot of people that day, and our melon seeds will definitely be snapped up."

Lin Zhuwei nodded. "There were so many people that day that it was hard to weigh them, so we had to wrap them in oil paper in advance and sell them by the bag. A bag of melon seeds cost five cents, a bag of nut crisps cost ten cents, and a bag of preserved fruits also cost ten cents."

The price is naturally not low, but on the day of the event, the crowd watching the show is excited and prone to impulse buying, which is a good time to promote the brand.

No wonder the lady wanted to print so much oil paper!

Amu looked at Lin Zhuwei with admiration.

"Oh, tell your brothers that the daily wage is ten coins, plus a dividend. The dividend is 10% of the amount they sell. That is, for every 100 coins they sell, they can get an extra coin. The more they sell, the more dividends they get."

Lin Zhuwei paused and said, "Not just during the fashion show. We still have to sell after the event. For those who are willing to continue working, their wages will remain the same."

Hearing Lin Zhuwei's words, Amu was completely stunned.

Ten cents!

It’s ten cents every day!

There are additional dividends!

These little beggars beg on the streets every day, let alone ten cents, sometimes they don't even have a dime.

Not only do they have to please other people, but they often don't even have enough to eat.

Ten cents was an astronomical figure for them.

Not to mention dividends, which was something I never dared to think about before.

Where can you find such a good job? Thinking of being able to find a good benefit for these brothers who have been through life and death together, Amu rubbed his hands with joy.

He stared in disbelief, but couldn't help but worry: "Madam, won't you lose money by doing this?"