Traveling through life to become rich

Xie Wanru is fourteen years old, and although she looks beautiful, her eyes are very similar to Jiang's, as if they hide needlepoints in them, and when she looks at people, there is an air of auditing and calculation, which makes her lose some color.

At this time, she was lying on the couch playing with a small mutton jade Ruyi. The servant girl outside heard that his wife had arrived. Xie Wanru got up without haste, straightened her clothes and temple hair, greeted her, and said with a charming smile: "Mother, what are you doing?" How can you come to me when you are free?"

Jiang said with a smile: "I just talked to your brother, so I came to sit with you. Mother asked you, how did I let Mei Momo teach you how to manage the house? After the New Year I'm going to marry you."

Xie Wanru lowered her head and smiled shyly when she heard the words, and said: "Mother, don't worry, my daughter is studying hard."

Mrs. Jiang also laughed and said: "It's good to study hard. In the future, when you get married, some talents will be transferred to your in-law's family to manage them. At that time, your mother will also have face."

Then he straightened his face and said: "Also, mother has asked Xie Mingyu to move back to the mansion, and he lives in Wentao Garden. He brought a righteous brother back to live with him. When you walk around the mansion, pay attention to some men and women. Just in case, don't let him spoil the reputation of the boudoir."

Xie Wanru heard the words, the disdain on her face was undisguised, and she mocked: "Don't worry, mother, I will be careful." Turning her eyes, she asked again: "Mother, did you tell Xie Mingyu about the shop? "

"Not yet," Jiang sighed after hearing the words: "This matter can't be rushed, we can only take it slowly, he is now living in the mansion, and the future will be easy to handle, and it will be a matter of time before he is forced to hand over the shop .”

Xie Wanru heard the words but said: "Mother, it's not a matter of time, the shop earns 3000 taels a month, why let him hold it in his hands for nothing, I think it's not too late."

After hearing Xie Wanru's words, Mrs. Jiang couldn't understand what she meant. She knew that she was worried that her dowry would lose face when she got married, so she said with a smile: "Mother knows it well. When you have a house you like, the dowry will definitely not be as good as you get married." Lose your face and let your marriage be glorious." Then he sighed: "However, Xie Mingyu's temperament has changed a lot now, she is not as cowardly and easy to bully as before, and now she is a bit difficult to handle, wait for mother to think of a good idea. Okay."

Xie Wanru's thoughts were not slow, and she heard the words and said: "Mother, is Xie Mingyu sixteen this year? At his age, he has not yet discussed marriage, so it's not nice to say it. Xie Mingyu's parents are already dead, so his marriage will naturally be settled. You, the elder, will take care of him, so it's not what you say when the time comes?"

Jiang's eyes lit up when she heard the words, yes, Xie Mingyu's marriage is not in her hands!

Immediately smiled happily, and said: "As expected of my daughter, she has a flexible mind, mother knows how to do it."

Xie Wanru also smiled and said, "It's not as good as my mother taught me."

"Okay, mother won't tell you any more, you and your brother are the most worry-free, just now mother talked to him and he went back to his room to study, you have to learn about housekeeping carefully, and don't let the red girl fall behind , I will embroider my own dowry in the future."

"My daughter knows." Xie Wanru said.

After Jiang gave a few more instructions, she left.

After Mrs. Jiang left, Xie Wanru lazily lay back on the couch again, and played with the small jade ruyi in her hand again. After lying down for a while, she became sleepy, closed her eyes and fell asleep, dreaming that she was married It is a sweet dream for a wishful gentleman to be the master of the house and preside over Zhongxie.