Chapter 107 The maid wants to climb into the bed

As the festival approaches, the mansion is about to hold a banquet, Mrs. Song does not take everything on herself, and handed the utensils in the warehouse to Lu for her to count them out for later use, while Jiang helps to draw up the menu and the guests' preferences.

After the sisters-in-law and the other three discussed, they went to work on their own.

Lu was a little surprised to hold the card. She didn't expect that Mrs. Song would delegate power so generously and would ask her to help manage the affairs. Is this trusting her or confident that she could not take away the central management rights of the mansion.

But if you think about it carefully, except for the Grandmad, who can go beyond the Grandmad in this mansion? She has a good fortune, has a good family background, and has a husband who is successful, and what she earns is a first-class imperial edict for her.

No one can beat her except her mother-in-law.

Lu clamped the cards tightly and stopped thinking about it. The situation was weaker than others, so he should not think about the things that were missing. He should take advantage of the situation.

The main courtyard.

Fang's mother presented the tea to Mrs. Song and said, "Madam, don't you feel assured that the third wife is in charge of the warehouse utensils?"

Mrs. Song took a sip of tea: "What's wrong with me? She just came back from Shanxi. Zheng Mao wanted to show off her skills. If I want me to see her abilities, she would take good care of it."

Fang's mother thought that's the same.

Mrs. Song said again: "So what if she doesn't care about her? Mom, she can work as usual when she is not here, so it doesn't matter whether she has or not. On the contrary, if she doesn't care about her, she won't think about what she can get in the future. She is smart and she will get things done for me."

"Madam wise."

Mrs. Song picked up the orchid finger, used the tea lid to pull the tea in the cup, and said, "The new maids and servants, mother, go and ask Mrs. Zhang, how are the rules taught? Those who are already familiar with the rules, let a few of them come out to get familiar with the mansion first, don't make a fool of yourself on the day of the banquet. Let Mrs. Zhang be more nervous and let them get familiar with them as soon as possible."

The banquet on the eighth day of the lunar month was not only her birthday party, but also the first time the Song family had been guests since the prime minister was promoted to the prime minister, with the status of the prime minister's mansion.

Therefore, the banquet represents the face of the prime minister's family, and you can't let anyone laugh at it.

"Don't worry, madam, the old slave will remind Mom Zhang."

Mrs. Song nodded.

Fang's mother looked at her, remembering what she saw last night, and she was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

"What do mom have to say?"

Fang's mother looked out the window and saw Furong standing on the lotus viewing platform pointing at a little girl teaching a lesson, and said, "Madam, Furong is twenty, what are you planning?"

Mrs. Song was stunned. Suddenly, why did she talk about Furong? She subconsciously looked at Mom Fang, but she looked at her eyes outside the window with a little cold look, and she couldn't help but look over.

I saw Furong.

"Mom, what's wrong with Furong?" Mrs. Song calmed down and pretended to be calm to touch the tea cover.

Fang's mother lowered her head and said, "Furong's heart is probably too big."

Mrs. Song put the teacup heavily on the kang table, and her voice was cold: "What have you seen?"

Fang's mother didn't hide it from her and told her what she saw last night.

Bang.

"What a shameless slut." Mrs. Song swept the teacup to the ground, looked coldly at Furong outside the window, and her chest was so angry that she was up and down.

Ragely remembering her husband's obsession last night, she burst into tears and clenched her fists.

Mrs. Song took a breath, closed her eyes and opened it again, and said coldly: "Tell her to stay in the house and help me make a piece of clothes for the eighth day of the day, and to embroider butterflies and peonies. Then lift the green chrysanthemum up, and after the eighth day of the day, let her mother take it back to match the person."

She could arrange a maid for Song Zhiyuan, but she would never allow the maid to climb the bed independently, especially with her back!
Chapter completed!