I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Chapter 215: Bowing

They can't do without Zhang's shops; isn't that just like Samsung in its previous life?

Fang Xiaoxiao knew that although Samsung was a South Korean company, it was an enormous behemoth that controlled about 20% of South Korea's GDP. It could be said that if Samsung shook its head, South Korea would tremble.

According to what Zhou Wenjian just said, wouldn't Zhang's Trading Company be just as powerful throughout the entire Jiangnan Province? It's estimated that if they were to make a move, they could startle the entire Jiangnan Province.

However, this is fine.

As long as they can establish a connection with Zhang, the richest man in Zhang's Trading Company, Lingxi Pavilion will be able to gain a foothold in Jiangnan Province and gradually expand throughout the country.

According to Zhou Wenjian's introduction of Jiangnan Province, the total population of Jiangnan Province is about five million, accounting for about 15% of the total population of Dayu Dynasty.

The population of the Great Yu Dynasty was around 33 million, with the Jiangnan Province alone accounting for 15 percent of that.

It should be noted that the entire Dayu Dynasty consisted of about fifteen provinces of varying sizes. A population of one or two million was considered quite large for most provinces, and fewer than three provinces had a population exceeding three million: Kyoto, Shannan, and Jiangnan Province.

Jiangnan Province borders Kyoto and Sanamuni Province, and is connected by the Yangtze River.

Zhou Wenjian then continued.

"Wife, we're going to visit the richest man, Zhang. Isn't what we have with us a bit too meager?"

They were carrying a bag of osmanthus cakes.

Zhou Wenjian gestured to the contents wrapped in oil paper in his hand, noting that his wife had already eaten a few pieces of the pastries.

Fang Xiaoxiao joked.

"What are you thinking? These pastries are something I bought to eat on the road, how could they be a gift for someone to pay respects to?"

"Alright, don't worry, I prepared the gift for visiting the richest man, Mr. Zhang, a long time ago."

She patted the sailboat bag slung at her waist.

The bag is the same style as the modern one; she made it herself by hand based on her memories from her past life.

Since I didn't put much thought into it, I just made a few casually so they would be convenient to carry things when I go out.

After all, in ancient times, the only thing used to carry things was a pouch, which was either placed inside the sleeve or in the bosom.

Zhou Wenjian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his wife pat her handbag, making a jingling sound.

Based on his understanding of his wife, the gift he should give her shouldn't be expensive, but rather exceptionally precious.

After all, his wife's stinginess was considered exceptional outside the neighborhood.

Back in Changle County, even when doing business with Manager Zhu and the richest man Wang, they had to pay for their own tea in the shop.

Fortunately, those two were not concerned with trivial matters.

We arrived at the gate of the Zhang residence.

Fang Xiaoxiao followed Zhou Wenjian to the main gate.

When the servants of the Zhang family saw the guests arrive, they hurriedly came forward, looked them over, and then asked them questions.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhou Wenjian politely returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute.

"Hello, we are from Lingxi Pavilion. She is our boss. We have come to your residence to pay a visit to Mr. Zhang and bring some gifts."

The servant was a shrewd man. He glanced at the items in the hands of the two people in front of him and saw that they were labeled "Zhang's Pastries".

His face instantly fell, and his tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, but our master is a busy man and doesn't meet with just anyone. Besides, it's really too much of a joke for you to bring food from our shop as a gift."

"You should all go back. Our master would never see people like you. What Lingxi Pavilion? I've never even heard of it. Get out of here!"

He waved his hand, looking extremely impatient.

His actions even caused some passersby to stop and watch, wanting to see what had happened.

People always love to have fun.

at this time.

Zhou Wenjian felt a pang of embarrassment at what he was being told.

He is a scholar who has studied the classics. He should persuade others with reason in his words and deeds, and his speech and behavior should be refined.

But after following his wife for a long time, the scholarly air he once had had long since vanished.

His expression changed drastically, and his words shifted from gentle and refined to ruthless.

"You little rascal! We came to your master for a collaboration, and instead of helping to convey our message, you just drove my wife and me away. If everyone acted like you, wouldn't people make your Zhang family a laughingstock?"

"you!!"

The servant was surprised that the refined scholar had suddenly become a completely different person. His mind didn't process it for a moment, and his outstretched finger remained frozen in mid-air.

Fang Xiaoxiao originally wanted things to be peaceful and amicable.

But sometimes, when you encounter people who look down on you, you have no choice but to take a tough stance.

She glanced at Zhou Wenjian, who had stepped forward beside her, and thought to herself that she was quite satisfied. It seemed that the training she had received over the past few days had been somewhat effective.

Zhou Wenjian was just too bookish before, and at home he was always being bossed around by the other people.

They treated him like a servant from the start.

If she hadn't discovered it, who knows how badly Zhou Wenjian would have been bullied.

The most despicable one is Murong Changqing.

Before Zhou Wenjian was around, he would at least clean the yard. But ever since Zhou Wenjian came along, he just orders Zhou Wenjian to do all the rough, dirty, and tiring work. He just doesn't do any work himself.

Fortunately, Zhou Wenjian has now learned to refuse and also to resist.

Fang Xiaoxiao quietly gave Zhou Wenjian a thumbs-up in agreement.

She echoed her angry words.

“My husband is right. You’re just a servant. What right do you have to make decisions for your master? At the very least, you should report it to him.”

As they were talking, it seemed like they had thought of something.

Looking down at the pastries in Zhou Wenjian's hand, I noticed that they were labeled Zhang's Pastry Shop.

I remember when I was buying pastries, there were a lot of people in the shop, so I went in and bought some without thinking about which shop it was.

No wonder this servant made such a fuss; he really did take the pastries as a gift.

However, Fang Xiaoxiao did not intend to let this servant off the hook for looking down on people. At the very least, she wanted to teach him a lesson so that he would never dare to look down on people just because he was a servant of the Zhang family. What if he really encountered an honest and simple person and then bullied them?