Chapter 191 The princess is floating

It was getting dark, and in addition to seeing the white snow, the people who woke up also learned that Swallow Alley was burned. People who had good things went over and saw that there was burning smoke rising on the ruins, and the entire Swallow Alley was burned to ashes by the fire.

Wen Mianmian woke up and went straight to the next door. Her brother was talking about Yanzixiang with anger, "You can learn from your mistakes and you can't be kind in the future. You feel pitiful, but you get angry when you hear those words."

"Brother, tell me what's going on."

Wen Lingxiao took a deep breath and then told the story.

The charcoal fires that have been wintered in Yanzi Lane in recent years are also provided by the General's Mansion. This year, when the supply is closed, those who want to spend the winter can only find ways to do it themselves. Some people who can support themselves have bought charcoal fires, and some people who have no money can only find wood to dig a hole in the house to keep warm. This fire was caused by carelessness.

Wen Mianmian sighed, "I heard that someone from Yanzi Lane came to me yesterday because of the charcoal fire?"

Mrs. Wen shook her head, "I want to come to you to arrange for them to work on the New Year's Day."

Wen Mianmian frowned slightly. There were so many people coming and going during the New Year’s Festival that naturally needed to clean it, so she invited several diligent women from Yanzi Lane to come. Because it was very tiring to clean it, she gave her 50 cents of wages a day. For this matter, Mrs. Zhu also specially thanked Manager Cheng.

"I have invited all the hard-working women in Yanzixiang. If they don't invite them, they are all people who like to take advantage of them or cheat on them."

"Those people are getting more and more demanding. According to me, what I did is right. Since it is broken, we have to break it clean."

Mrs. Wen had her own concerns. She was afraid that the reputation of her husband and son would affect her husband. Seeing that she was in a dilemma, Wen Mianmian said: "If the mother is concerned about her reputation, she can ask the people below to rent two slums to put them in. The rent will be given for a year, and she will ignore what will happen in a year."

Wen Lingxiao frowned slightly, feeling that his mother and sister were a bit polite. Wen Mianmian said to him: "Not all the people inside are unreasonable. Don't worry, those people will have conflicts in less than a month when they are crowded in a large mansion. A capable family will move out soon. As long as these people don't live together in the future, what can the remaining people do?"

"Once this dog skin plaster is stained, it will be a bit troublesome to remove it."

Mrs. Wen agreed very much, "The annual rent of the slum is not worth much money, so it saves those people from talking nonsense outside."

After saying that, he immediately found the matter that Manager Wang had arranged, and Wen Mianmian thought about Yanzi Lane and started to think about it.

In order to prevent the resurgence of the ashes, the people of the Water Dragon Bureau watered the ashes. The unburned wood was also useful. When the Martians were completely extinguished, they would be collected. Whether it was fired or sold for the original people in Yanzi Lane, there was no waste.

Wen Mianmian stood at a high place and looked into the distance. The more she looked, the more she felt moved.

It is also quite spacious, with a wide ditch. It is convenient to demolish two shops connecting Xingda Street, so you don’t have to make any mistakes to get there.

In her mind, she had already fantasized about building an antique street here. The spacious street was covered with large stone roads, carved beams and painted buildings on both sides, the lake water behind was clear, flowers and plants were planted on both sides, and the winding paths led to the pavilion. Visitors were shopping here leisurely. When they were tired, they could go to the riverside to enjoy the scenery and drink tea.

Clean, tidy, beautiful, by the way, a parking lot needs to be built, and a horse shed must be built in every parking space. Those who come in can only take a sedan chair or walk.

"Sister! Sister!"

Wen Lingxiao looked at the person who was giggling suspiciously, and didn't know what was good at the dark and deserted place here?

After coming back to his senses, Mianmian was a little excited, "Brother, how should I arrange it in the future if I burn it like this?"

"Arrangement?" Wen Lingxiao pursed his lips, "It's probably like this."

Could it be that they have to build all the houses for those people?

"Brother, if I want this land, how can I get it?" She reached out and gestured, "This land, including this smelly ditch."

Wen Lingxiao raised his eyebrows, "This area is not small, what are you going to do? Hold the New Year's Festival?"

"Just tell me how to get it."

Wen Lingxiao said: "If no one wants this place, it will be deserted. If someone wants it, it will be not cheap. The walls of Kyoto are filled with the imperial court. It is easy to draw two or three acres of houses, but it is hard to say that it is so big."

Wen Mianmian understood that no one wanted this stinky ditch or a cesspool, and if someone wanted it, it would be a golden bowl. The principle was the same everywhere.

"Let's go, take a look."

From morning to noon, she pulled her brother to watch the ground for a long time, and she reluctantly left until Wen Lingxiao urged her to leave. Wen Lingxiao thought that his girl was just crazy, and a scorched earth made her see the flowers.

Wen Mianmian, who returned to the mansion, went straight to the study room. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She really wanted to take down the piece of land, but in this way, she really wanted to spend all the money of the big yellow cow.

After lunch, she couldn't help but pull his grandfather to take Bimo and go there again, asking his grandfather to draw the situation of the land.

In the evening, Manager Cheng came back to report the situation of the New Year’s Goods Festival with Wen Mianmian. "Several women from Yanzi Lane were also here today, and the land on the racecourse was also cleaned for them. The wages were added to twenty cents a day."

The salary of 70 cents a day is definitely very high. Those women know that this is his princess taking care of them. They are all grateful and can't tell at all when they do the work that they have just been burned.

Wen Mianmian nodded and asked, "How much cash is there in the mansion that can be turned over?"

Manager Cheng estimated it and bowed, "If you have to be anxious, you can take out 500,000 taels in three days. Is there any urgent use for the princess?"

Wen Mianmian slowly breathed out, "Manager Cheng, I want to buy a piece of land, it's the one in Yanzi Lane. What do you think?"

Manager Cheng almost didn't stand firm. The princess was so arrogant. There were many people who enclosed land, but who dared to enclose land in the city, let alone that scorched soil cannot grow food, what should I do?

Seeing him like that, Wen Mianmian waved her hand, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

Manager Cheng said carefully: "If the princess has any big decision, please wait for the prince to come back and listen to what the prince means."

"I understand, go and do it."

In this way, Manager Cheng finally felt relieved.

As it turned out, he had no idea about his princess at all. As soon as he left, Wen Mianmian ordered Madam Fang to hand over the sign to the palace, and said she was going to pay tribute to the emperor.
Chapter completed!