The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

After Chapter 110, you will no longer be beggars.

“That’s right, my sister gave us food and a place to stay, so we don’t want her wages.”

"Sister, we don't want wages."

The little ones chimed in, and Song Youan felt a warmth in her heart.

But she still said, "I will definitely pay you. That's the reward you deserve for your labor and hard work. If you really want to repay me, you have to listen to me from now on and not cause trouble outside. Once you have a livelihood, you won't be beggars anymore. You have to get rid of all the bad habits you developed when you were beggars, understand?"

The group nodded as if they understood, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, Yuanbao spoke up and asked, "Sister, what should we do?"

Song Youan said, "You have to wash yourself clean every morning and wash your feet before going to bed at night. You can't be dirty every day anymore."

"Eat three meals a day on time, and use bowls and chopsticks to eat. Don't grab things with your hands."

"Don't eat food picked up from outside, don't fight with others, and never provoke trouble."

As Song Youan spoke, the little ones listened attentively and remembered everything she said.

The next morning, Song Youan went to the Ninghua Town factory to pick up the goods.

After sealing 50,000 solid medicated oils, there weren't actually that many boxes. After all, each one was only about the size of a one-yuan coin, and since Song Youan didn't need any outer packaging, they took up even less space.

A minivan could fit them all in.

"Mr. Song, the first batch has been delivered. What about the next batch?"

Zhang Beiwang walked up to Song Youan with a smile, thinking that he could take this opportunity to place an order for the next batch of goods. Anyway, the machine runs every day, so it would be best to place the order as soon as possible.

"Zhang Factory Manager, wait for my news. Once this batch of goods passes inspection over there and there are no problems, I'll send you a message immediately. We have WeChat, and I'll transfer the deposit to you via WeChat," Song Youan said.

Zhang Beiwang nodded with a smile: "Alright, then I'll wait for Boss Song's news. Just try to get more next time, Boss Song. Fifty thousand is still a bit too few."

The first offer of 50,000 was a test, and Zhang Beiwang naturally agreed without hesitation.

But when he asked for another 50,000, he was still somewhat reluctant.

Song Youan understood what he meant: "Don't worry, as long as the quality is fine, I will definitely take more next time."

"Alright, Mr. Song, if you order more than 200,000 next time, I'll deliver it to your door for free."

After picking up the goods, Song Youan went back to her uncle's house, but this time she didn't stay overnight and returned to Jinghai that afternoon.

After everything was delivered to the villa, Yan Fei couldn't help but wonder, "Weren't these things for export? Why are you keeping them all at home?"

"When someone comes to pick it up, can you help me carry it inside?" Song Youan said.

This was Yan Fei's first time entering a villa. After he had moved all his things into the living room and stacked them up, he finally had a moment to look around.

"Villas are really something else, they're huge!" Yan Fei exclaimed, looking at the spacious living room. The ceiling height alone was over four meters, and the TV looked to be at least a hundred inches; he had never seen such a large TV before.

Song Youan handed him a bottle of mineral water and told him to sit down and rest.

Yan Fei became a little reserved upon hearing this. He took the water and walked out, saying as he went, "I won't sit here anymore. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Message me if you need anything."

Seeing this, Song You'an smiled; even his back view revealed a sense of haste. Yan Fei was a person with a strong sense of boundaries and good judgment, a trait that Song You'an admired.

After tinkering for a while, Song Youan finally moved all the medicated oil to Youanju. Then, she went out and found the carpenter who had a stall at the entrance of Fuhua Alley and ordered four small carts from him. Yuanbao and the others would then push these carts to sell the medicated oil.

Then she went to the Marquis of Fuyang's residence.

It had been a while since she last visited, and Zhu Ling had been craning her neck every day, waiting for her to come to her door. After all, You An Ju always had a "No Visitors" sign hanging on, so she never saw anyone.

Upon seeing Song Youan arrive, he quickly instructed Cuizhu to brew a pot of fine tea.

"What have you been busy with lately?" Zhu Ling asked impatiently, her tone tinged with complaint.

"I'm making medicated oil," Song Youan said. "I've made quite a lot, and I'm planning to take it to the city to sell."

Upon hearing that it was indeed something important, Zhu Ling felt somewhat relieved.

Changing the subject, she asked with concern, "Are you going to set up a stall?"

Song Youan nodded.

Seeing this, Zhu Ling looked troubled, but finally said, "It's fine if you send some cakes to the various prefectures, but it's not good for women to set up stalls and show their faces in the market."

Given the current social context, Zhu Ling's words were clearly well-intentioned.

Song Youan smiled, knowing that the other party was concerned about her, so she didn't keep her in suspense and said directly, "Don't worry, Miss, I won't show my face. Didn't I help a group of little beggars a while ago? I think these children are very clever, so I've settled them all in. In a few days, I'll have them go to the city to sell for me."

Zhu Ling was taken aback upon hearing this; so this was the reason why Miss Song was with the beggars.

Song Youan continued, "At first I didn't think that much about it, but things have piled up these past few days, and that's when this idea came to me. These children are still young, and giving them the opportunity to be self-reliant now might give them hope for the future."

"You have such a kind heart," Zhu Ling murmured. "Usually, those officials' wives can earn a lot of praise by just putting on a show of giving porridge to beggars. If word got out about you, everyone in the capital would call you a 'living Bodhisattva.'"

Upon hearing this, Song Youan quickly said, "Miss, please don't spread this around for me. I helped them because we have some kind of connection. If they hadn't helped me at my door that day, none of this would have happened."

"There are millions of beggars in this world. If they all came to me after finding out about this, wouldn't I be overwhelmed?"

She is not a savior; she doesn't have that much ability or energy.

Zhu Ling smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid, I know what's important."

Seeing her say that, Song Youan felt a little relieved, and then explained her purpose for coming: "I would like to see the young marquis. There is something I would like to ask him for help with."

"See my second brother?" Zhu Ling was slightly taken aback and asked, puzzled, "What could you possibly want with him?"

Song Youan smiled and said, "It's important business, and it's related to my medicated oil business."

Soon, Zhu Zhe, the young marquis who was engrossed in his studies, heard that Miss Song had taken the initiative to seek him out, and immediately got up and went to his sister's courtyard.

"Miss Song, what brings you here?"

Zhu Zhe's starry eyes flickered slightly as they landed directly on Song You'an.

Song Youan gracefully rose and bowed before speaking, "Please do me a favor, Young Marquis."