Zhuang Rou doesn't know how to run a business, but there are some depressed clerks in the yamen. There are always a few who are interested in this kind of thing and want to show off their skills in front of the new adult.

They sat together, their abacus clattering, and they worked hard to figure out how to do this so that they could earn the most and attract the people to buy.

Within two days, the master took the clerk to settle the accounts, and the disaster relief department immediately set up, and welcoming the lucky star was the first thing they had to do.

The person in charge of this matter was a clerk in Hongzhou Prefecture, who was promoted to the officer of the Disaster Relief Department by Chu Xia. Although the court did not order the establishment of the Disaster Relief Department, as long as the local area can operate, it is not impossible.

The newly appointed official, named Wang, was also a local scholar. Because of his poor family, Wu Tongzhi discovered that he was a little talented in the early years, he went into the yamen to become a famous scholar.

It is very important to be able to become a superior official this time. He is a member of the local Wang family.

The Wang family is also quite a few people in Hongzhou, but they are poor and sour. There are many people who read and read, but they have no prospects. The best job of those who are famous in the clan is to be clerks in the yamen, and the others are either to be teachers or to be shopkeepers to settle accounts.

When Zhuang Rou saw this person, he looked so polite and seemed a little knowledgeable, so he was much more pleasing than other old men in the mansion.

Moreover, she felt that Chu Xia should have other considerations when he could hand over this matter to a local clerk, and this person should not be able to turn his elbows out.

Of course, if you don’t have the same heart as them, it will be a problem with Chu Xia’s appointment. If something happens, please contact him.

Li Rongfa and his brothers were called by Zhuang Rou as the only seller of Yingfuxing in Hongzhou. They were the only sellers of Yingfuxing. The disaster relief department gave them some cheap places, which was to open ten stalls in the city to sell them so that the people could place bets.

The two brothers did not expect that Zhuang Rou said that the way to make money for them was to sell the Welfare Star. After hearing what the Welfare Star was, they knew that they were going to make a big fortune!

With the government as a backing, you won’t be afraid of being slapped in the money you win, and you can feel at ease when you buy it. And it sounds nice to say that, except for the ten thousand taels of silver, other money is used for disaster relief. If you don’t invest, you will do good deeds and do good deeds.

Besides, you can buy a bet for five cents, and you can almost get it from the couple to the children and the elderly.

If you don’t win, just take it as a sesame cake. If you win 10,000 taels of silver, the whole family will be able to live a rich life without worrying about food and clothing.

But it will take some time to do it. The disaster relief department is working hard to speed up the time and wants to start the Welfare Star as soon as possible.

Zhuang Rou went to Hualiyuan for a trip. The girl there was really not looking very good. She was more enthusiastic than she was, but this would not make the business better.

She asked Zhang Di to run it first and she would come back after a few days because she had too many things to do now. In fact, she had no choice but to know where Zhang Di came. Seeing that she was injured, she didn't dare to urge her.

Anyway, I have been running for so many years, so I don’t have to hurry up, so I waited honestly.

Sure enough, it was much more convenient to act in official skin. Zhuang Rou brought Ma Dezheng and others with her hands behind her back, and slowly went to Tai Fangshu's Yanhong Courtyard, but she hadn't seen it yet.

Ma De was taking Niu Dayong and a few white servants. As long as Zhuang Rou went out, he would come out with her. Anyway, they were also xenophobic in the yamen and had nothing to do.

Diao Yi and Wu Renyao helped Chen Mufeng. He couldn't run around alone, and he had to bring some people. Although it was not a case of arrest, there were much more yamen runners following Chen Mufeng than Zhuang Rou, and they all wanted to flatter him.

Yanhongyuan is actually in a good location. A garden is located on the corner of the street. It is built by a local large household, named Qingya Garden. There are many trees planted inside, as well as flowers competing for beauty, and many beautiful scenery in buildings, pavilions, ponds and buildings.

When flowers bloom or festivals are celebrated, rich ladies and wives will be invited to enjoy the flowers, and at the same time buy some precious flowers and plants for their own homes.

But usually, the scholars who come here most often are Hongzhou scholars, who always like to drink and write poems here. Mainly, Hongzhou has no elegant places to go, and this place is already the best place.

Zhuang Rou stood at the entrance of Qingya Garden, and through the gate of the garden, you could see the green bamboo screen wall planted. It was elegant and impenetrable, and the owner of the garden had put a lot of effort into it.

"Sister Zhuang, do you want to go in and take a look?" Ma Dezheng asked respectfully. If he wanted to see, he would call out the manager here.

"No, let's talk about it later." Zhuang Rou just saw a few people dressed in scholars walking in. These people couldn't stand her, and she didn't want to see these boring people.

She raised her hands and walked towards Yanhongyuan again, muttering, "It's better to change Yanhongyuan to Qingzhuyuan, or... Zhuqingyuan, hahaha."

Ma De heard it behind her with a sharp ear and quickly laughed: "Jie Zhuang is so elegant, these two names are good, and the Yanhongyuan is really vulgar. Let them change it."

"It's meaningful, but I have to solve some problems before talking about it." Zhuang Rou turned around and walked into the street where Yanhongyuan was located. From a distance, she saw a group of beggars in front of her, blocking the door of the family.

She stopped, but unexpectedly, the beggar who was in trouble with Tai Shufang was still blocking the door. She was so persistent.

"Turn them away, bring them to the leader, I want to ask questions." Zhuang Rou glanced at the other side and said.

Ma Dezheng immediately took out the iron ruler, waved to everyone and rushed over, "Hey! What are you beggars doing here? Get out of here!"

Those beggars were not afraid of them at all. When they saw the yamen runners driving them with iron rulers, they all picked up the begging sticks in their hands to block them, "The tolerance hit someone!"

"Really, even beggars in Hongzhou like to call this." Zhuang Rou frowned. She was arrested, but she was unwilling to use an iron ruler because of this. She thought the iron ruler was too thin and it was boring to hit people.

Ma Dezheng originally wanted to scare them away, but he didn't expect that these beggars were dirty and smelly, so he didn't leave at all. He raised his dirty sticks to block their ruler, so that they could not get close to him.

Zhuang Rou couldn't stand it anymore. The Hongzhou yamen runners were really unprestige, and even beggars dared to provoke them.

She strode over, pulled out the iron rod from her waist, and hit a raised stick.

With a bang, the stick in the beggar's hand flew in response and fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhuang Rou kicked up and kicked the other person hard on the hip. In this way, the man fell to the ground, covering his hips and screaming.

This was too cruel. Both the yamen runners and beggars stopped. The beggar took a few steps back and looked at her in horror.

"Who is your head? Call him out." Zhuang Rou put away the iron stick, looked at everyone and took out the gloves and put them on as she spoke.

This was the first time Ma Dezheng had seen her gloves. Seeing the layers of backgrouns flashing in his palm, he couldn't help swallowing.

The beggars also stared at her hands, their scalp tingling. What is this? Why is it so disgusting!

"Sir, we are all poor people who are honest begging for food. Please show mercy to the masters." A voice sounded behind the crowd, and the beggars made way aside, revealing a man dressed in a ragged dress and basking in the sun.
Chapter completed!