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Chapter 110 From now on you will no longer be beggars

"That's right, sister, you give us food and a place to live, and we don't want your wages."

"Sister, we don't want any wages."

The little ones all echoed, and Song Youan felt warm at heart when he saw this.

But she began to speak: "I will definitely pay you. That is the reward you deserve for your labor and hard work. If you really want to repay me, you must listen to me in the future and don't cause trouble outside. Once you have a living, you will no longer beggars. You must change all the bad habits you developed when you were a beggar, understand?"

A few people nodded as if they understood, and then looked at each other.

Finally, it was Yuanbao who asked, "Sister, what should we do?"

Song Youan said, "You must wash yourself clean every morning when you wake up, and wash your feet before going to bed at night. You can't be dirty every day."

"Eat three meals a day on time, use bowls and chopsticks when eating, and don't grab everything with your hands."

"Don't pick up food from outside, don't fight with others, and don't take the initiative to cause trouble."

Song Youan spoke, and the little ones listened and kept everything in mind.

The next morning, Song Youan went to the production plant in Ninghua Town to pick up goods.

After sealing the boxes of 50,000 solid medicated oils, there weren't actually that many boxes left. After all, each one was only the size of a one-yuan coin, and Song Youan didn't want any outer packaging, so it wouldn't take up much space.

It all fits in a van.

"Boss Song, this first batch has been delivered. What about the next batch?"

Zhang Beiwang came to Song Youan happily, thinking of taking the opportunity to order the next batch of goods. Anyway, the machines are running every day, so it would be best to order it sooner.

"Mr. Zhang, please wait for my news. If there is no problem with this batch of goods after inspection, I will send you a message right away. We have WeChat, so I can transfer the deposit to you via WeChat." Song Youan said.

Zhang Beiwang smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait for Boss Song's news. Just next time, Boss Song, please try to increase the quantity. Fifty thousand is still a little too little."

The first 50,000 was just a test, so Zhang Beiwang naturally didn't say anything.

But the second time it was still 50,000, and he still felt a little disgusted.

Song Youan understood what he meant: "Don't worry, as long as the quality is good, I will definitely order more next time."

"Okay, Boss Song, next time you order more than 200,000, I'll deliver it to your door for free."

After picking up the goods, Song Youan went back to his uncle's house again, but this time he did not stay overnight. He returned to Jinghai that afternoon.

The items were delivered to the villa, and Yan Fei couldn't help but wonder: "Aren't you going to export them? Why are you keeping them at home?"

"When someone comes to take it away, please help me move it into the house." Song Youan said.

It was Yan Fei's first time entering the villa. After he moved all his things to the living room and stacked them up, he took the time to look around.

"Villas are different, they're so big." Yan Fei exclaimed in admiration as he looked at the spacious living room. The ceiling height of the living room alone was more than four meters, and the TV looked to be a hundred inches. He had never seen such a large TV before.

Song Youan handed him a bottle of mineral water and asked him to sit down and rest.

Yan Fei felt a little reserved when he heard this. He took the water and walked out, saying as he walked, "I won't sit down anymore. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. Send me a message when you need me."

Song Youan smiled when he saw this, and even looking at his back he seemed to be in a hurry.

Yan Fei is a person with a strong sense of boundaries and propriety, and Song Youan admires this about him.

After working on it for a while, he finally moved all the medicated oils to Youanju. Song Youan then went out to find the carpenter who had a stall at the entrance of Fuhua Alley and customized four carts from him. Then he would let Yuanbao and the others push the carts to sell the medicated oils.

Then she went to the Fuyang Marquis Mansion.

It has been a while since she last came, and Zhu Ling stretched her neck every day waiting for her to come to the door on her own initiative. After all, there was a sign hanging at Youanju that said "No visitors", so she couldn't see anyone there.

Seeing Song Youan coming, he hurriedly ordered Cuizhu to make a pot of good tea.

"What have you been busy with lately?" Zhu Ling asked impatiently, with a hint of complaint in his tone.

"I'm making some Fengyoujing (medicated oil)." Song Youan said, "I've made quite a bit and am planning to take it to the city to sell."

When Zhu Ling heard that it was indeed an important matter, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Changing the subject, he asked with concern, "Are you going to set up a stall?"

Song Youan nodded.

Zhu Ling looked embarrassed when she saw this, but she finally said, "It's fine if you send some cakes to the various prefectures, but it's not good for a woman to set up a stall in the market and show her face in public."

Considering the current social context, Zhu Ling's words were obviously well-intentioned.

Song Youan smiled, knowing that the other party was concerned about her, so she didn't keep her in suspense and said bluntly, "Don't worry, miss, I won't show up. I helped a group of little beggars a while ago. I saw that these children were very smart, so I took care of them. I will ask them to sell them in the city for me in a few days."

Zhu Ling was stunned when he heard this. It turned out that this was the purpose of Miss Song being with the beggars.

Song Youan continued, "I didn't think too much about it at first, but things have been happening at the same time these past few days, and I came up with this idea. These children are still young, and if I give them the opportunity to be self-reliant now, maybe they will have hope in their future lives."

"You have a very kind heart," Zhu Ling murmured. "On ordinary days, those wives of officials can win a lot of reputation by pretending to give porridge to beggars. If your doing gets out, everyone in the capital will call you a 'living Bodhisattva.'"

Upon hearing this, Song Youan quickly said, "Miss, please don't help me spread the word. I only helped them because I have a connection with them. If they hadn't helped me that day at my doorstep, none of these subsequent events would have happened."

"There are tens of thousands of beggars in this world. If they all came to me after knowing this, wouldn't I be in a state of panic?"

She is not a savior, she doesn't have that much ability or energy.

Zhu Ling smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid, I know the seriousness of the matter."

Hearing her say this, Song Youan felt a little relieved, and then she explained the purpose of her visit: "I want to meet the young marquis. I want to ask him for help with something."

"To see my second brother?" Zhu Ling was slightly stunned and asked puzzledly: "What could you want from him?"

Song Youan smiled and said, "It's a serious matter. It's related to my Fengyoujing business."

Soon, the young marquis Zhu Zhe, who was studying hard, heard that Miss Song had taken the initiative to look for him, and immediately got up and went to his sister's yard.

"Miss Song, what do you want from me?"

Zhu Zhe's starry eyes flashed and fell directly on Song Youan.

Song Youan stood up and saluted gracefully before saying, "Young Marquis, please do me a favor."