The Royal Family's Orphan is on the Rise

Chapter 229 Goodbye Uncle Hei, the Ministers’ Thoughts

"Princess, long time no see."

"Long time no see, I missed you so much." It has indeed been a long time, it seems like more than two years.

As Shen Jiarou approached, she discovered that there was a familiar figure beside Uncle Hei.

"Doctor Wang?"

Doctor Wang bowed and said, "I pay my respects to the princess."

Shen Jiarou was full of confusion: "What are you doing?"

Uncle Hei explained, "The Emperor asked me to bring Doctor Wang here. He will stay with the princess and take care of her."

Shen Jiarou looked back and forth at the two men's faces in surprise.

real or fake?

Does the emperor dote on her too much?

She is a princess, but she actually arranged for an imperial physician to follow her?

Just think about the scene, there is a beautiful maid, there are guards with high martial arts skills, and now there is a doctor with excellent medical skills. It seems quite cool.

"Princess, come back to your senses."

Shen Jiarou was startled: "What?"

Zheng Shutong sighed: "You were distracted just now."

Hearing this, Shen Jiarou's face turned red.

"Really? Maybe you're too surprised. That Doctor Wang, right? You and Uncle Hei are tired from running around. Take a rest first. Someone will arrange for you to come to us later."

They both bowed, "Yes, Princess."

After both parties left, Shen Jiarou still felt that it was a little unrealistic.

"Sister Qingling, pinch me."

Ruan Qingling was shocked. What kind of masochistic request was this from the princess?

"Ah..." Zhen Luosang felt a sudden pain and looked up at the culprit and roared.

"Zhang Zirou, you are a woman with a heart as vicious as a snake, why are you pinching me?" Woo woo woo, it hurts so much, she must have used so much force.

Shen Jiarou looked at the farce in front of her with embarrassment, and then she realized what was happening.

Sister Luosang suffered for her. Sister Qingling didn't dare to pinch her, so Sister Zirou had to pinch Sister Luosang on her own initiative.

Zhen Luosang cried and complained all the way, Zhang Zirou acted as if it had nothing to do with her, and Shen Jiarou had a hint of guilt on her face.

"Okay, I'll treat you to some candied haws."

When Zhen Luosang heard about food, he stopped crying instantly.

"Then I also want meat buns, rice cakes, and white cakes."

Zheng Shutong was in a playful mood: "The meat bun hit the dog."

Zhen Luosang was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and said angrily: "Zheng Shutong."

"Speak softly, I'm not deaf, and I'm not unable to hear. Speaking so loudly will damage your image as a lady."

This sentence really worked. Zhen Luosang immediately looked around and then quickly adjusted his clothes and hairstyle.

Several guards watched this farce quietly from behind, feeling quite troubled. Women were indeed more troublesome, especially young girls.

After one and a half months of hard work, Shen Jiarou's three-story house is nearing completion.

Looking at the towering buildings, Shen Jiarou nodded with satisfaction.

"From now on, I will have people plant two fruit trees in front of my house. They will bloom in spring, bear fruit in summer, and be harvested in autumn. Don't let your life be too comfortable."

Feng Jingyun's gentle voice came: "That's right, you can enjoy the flowers and eat the fruits, killing two birds with one stone."

When everyone heard this, they all smiled.

Jiang Ruofan and others looked up and forward, and were infected by the smiles of the girls and boys, and could not help but laugh along with them.

The seeds sown had already been sown in March, and Shen Jiarou had already sent people to solve the villagers' worries.

All the villagers in the four villages who participated in building houses and cooking were arranged by Shen Jiarou to plant the fields.

The villagers, both men and women, who were not chosen to do pedicures and cook jobs, were filled with regret.

They didn't have the chance to enjoy such a good thing, and whenever they saw the villagers from the same village, their eyes were full of envy, and some of them even had a hint of jealousy.

As for the small vendors who set up stalls, although no one helps them farm the fields, they still make a lot of money every day and are already satisfied.

When Uncle Hei woke up, he was taken to the market by the Fourth Manager Zuo Qingshan.

Looking at the towering houses in front of him, the floor tiles under his feet, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, Uncle Hei was full of surprise and even wondered if he had come to the wrong place.

"Uncle Hei, come back to your senses." Is he shocked by the magnificent scenery here?

Uncle Hei came back to his senses awkwardly, pursing his lips with a simple look on his face.

"Princess, how much silver will this cost you?"

Shen Jiarou stretched out a pair of white, tender and slender hands.

Uncle Hei said he didn’t understand.

"Ten thousand taels?" That shouldn't be possible.

He continued to guess: "One hundred thousand taels?"

Shen Jiarou nodded: "Congratulations, you got it right."

Uncle Hei took a breath and said, "This is more expensive than building the pavilion on the bridge in your mansion."

Wow, one hundred thousand taels! The princess is really brave.

Ruan Qingling sighed: "This is just the beginning."

Uncle Hei was stunned: "What else?"

"To hire people, we need a lot of people." People like those in the shop center, registration, patrol, etc. all need to be paid.

Uncle Hei kept swallowing his saliva and tried to ask: "How much will this cost?"

Shen Jiarou stretched out her pair of white and tender little hands again, and Uncle Hei was silent.

"Another hundred thousand taels?"

"Conservative estimate."

Uncle Hei was so confused that he felt dizzy. It cost two hundred thousand taels to build a market. It was really too expensive.

Even if he lived another forty-seven years, he might not be able to earn two hundred thousand taels. But the princess said to build it, so she built it. It is true that a good father will have a good daughter.

In this respect, his attitude of doing what he says is quite similar to that of the emperor when he was young.

Shen Jiarou had no idea how shocking her action would be to others. By the time all the ministers in the court knew about it, the market was about to open.

On the way back from court, the ministers were asking each other about the situation in the paradise.

"Have you heard of this paradise?"

"How come I haven't heard of it? That's Princess Yongkang's property. I heard that it cost hundreds of thousands of taels to build the market."

"What? Princess Yongkang is so rich?"

"Have you forgotten that Princess Yongkang's Shiyaxuan, Zhuangyuan Hotpot Shop and other restaurants, as well as the Zhuyu Pavilion clothing store, and the Xianyanlou for beauty and skin care, are all shops and restaurants that are always packed with business."

"Hey, maybe you don't know, Princess Yongkang also has a cake shop, a candied haws shop, a noodle shop and so on."

"You are right. I suspect that Princess Yongkang is richer than any of our families."

The ministers exclaimed: "Tsk, that's amazing."

Someone sighed: "If this was my daughter or granddaughter, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."

Someone regretted: "Don't even think about daughters and granddaughters. We are not Lord Tang and the Marquis of Yong'an. But..."

The ministers became interested: "But what?"

"There is a slight possibility of becoming in-laws." Haha, but it seems that there is no boy of the right age in his family. I wonder if there is any in his wife's family.

The ministers became more interested after hearing what he said.

Minister of Industry Lin Moyuan opened his mouth and hit him with a cold water: "Humph, don't be so wishful thinking. Don't you all look at how old the princess is, humph."

Looking at the Minister of Works who left, the ministers looked at each other in bewilderment.

It seems that what the Minister of Works said is right. Princess Yongkang is only eight years old. It is probably a pipe dream to think of marrying her.

For those who refuse to give up, there are only seven or eight years left. Everything is possible. It all depends on who will be the winner in the end.