The Commander-in-Chief of the Self-Protection Qiang established his headquarters in Pingxiang. Last year, the five wool spinning workshops that won the quota of wool spinning workshops all located their workshops in Pingxiang almost at the same time.

It's just that in the plan of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, all workshops must be built outside the city.

There is only one exception.

That is Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau.

Today, the craftsmen who make high-tube waterwheels for Pingxiang are all under the name of Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau. At the same time, Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau is also responsible for the task of making spinning wheel and looms for the five major workshops.

Even during the intense preparations of the five major workshops, it also formulated industry standards for all workshops.

As the sun was about to set, Amei came out of the Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau. A group of Nanxiang Academy students behind her saluted her: "Best farewell, sir."

Amei nodded slightly.

A carriage stopped not far away, and several maids with knives were surrounding it.

Amei got on the carriage, and the carriage wheels began to turn.

No one thought anything was wrong.

Because at this time, Amei's identity is the chief engineer of Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau, a real chief engineer, not a maid or something like that.

Compared to mid-career engineers like Wen Shi from the engineering camp, she is even more valuable.

It was just that Chief Engineer Mei returned to the Qiang Guarding Office in the center of Pingxiang City and became a careful concubine of the Feng family.

"I've met Nujun, I've met Miss Zhang."

When Amei returned to the house, the first thing she did was to pay her respects to the Feng family's mistress.

Guan Ji was half-lying on the soft couch. Next to her was Zhang Xingyi, who was lying on the low table and writing and drawing with a pen.

"Come and sit."

With a gentle smile on her face, Guan Ji pointed to the soft chair that had been prepared in front of her.

"Thank you, Nujun."

Amei walked over, gathered up her skirt and sat down.

"How's it going at the workshop?"

"Back to Nujun, the manufacturing bureau has made a batch of rulers according to Nanxiang's standards. There are copper, wood, and tape rulers. They have been sent to the stewards of the five workshops."

"And inform them that all pieces of cloth and wool in the future must be measured according to these standards and cannot be changed without authorization."

When Guan Ji heard this, she nodded with satisfaction, "Remind me tomorrow, and I will formalize this rule in the name of the Colonel Protecting Qiang."

"If anyone dares to change it without authorization in the future, the wool supply will be reduced at the least, and the workshop quota will be cancelled."

Amei quickly responded.

"There is news from Alang, saying that Banshi has been defeated. A lot of labor, cattle, sheep and horses have been captured this time, and Pingxiang's income will be more generous by then."

"If you have any other needs over there, take this opportunity to tell me."

Guan Ji was quite satisfied with this docile and obedient maid.

Ping Xiang's various data were sorted out clearly by her.

Not to mention that she is also responsible for supervising the manufacturing of various appliances in Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau.

He is Alang and his right-hand man.

"The man is coming back?"

When Amei heard this, her face lit up with joy.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xingyi, who had been immersed in writing next to him, suddenly made a sound, then turned his face slightly and squinted at Amei.

Amei's face turned red and she lowered her head.

Guan Ji reached out to slap Zhang Xingyi on the back of the head with dissatisfaction, "What are you doing weird?"

Zhang Xingyi rubbed the back of his head angrily, not daring to bare his teeth at Guan Ji, and even had to explain: "Sister, I remembered something."

"What's the matter?"

"By the way, you have taken a lot of beeswax from me since last year. Since the Hanyang Manufacturing Bureau was built, it has been even more."

"Every bit of beeswax produced in my bee farm is taken away by you before it can be warmed up."

Having said this, Zhang Xingyi glanced at Amei sideways again, "Mrs. Mei, you have to give me an explanation for this, right?"

Amei glanced at Zhang Xingyi, then at Guan Ji, shrank her body, and squeaked twice, but she didn't say anything clearly.

"Oh, you woman, what's wrong with you burning some beeswax? It's not for nothing! Besides, when Amei uses it, it's on Alang's order."

Guan Ji, however, protected Amei, poked Zhang Xingyi's forehead with her finger, and said angrily, "My family can tell the difference so clearly!"

When Zhang Xingyi heard this, she immediately turned her head and asked through gritted teeth: "Sister, are you serious about what you said?"

Guan Ji leaned over with a smile and hugged her, "Don't you always call me sister? We are originally a family!"

Zhang Xingyi wanted to say angrily, "That's not what I'm talking about," but after thinking about it, he didn't dare to say it.

However, the mention of the bee farm reminded Zhang Xingyi of something.

She broke away from Guan Ji's arms, flipped through the documents on the low table, and frowned, "I remember didn't the second mother of the Xu family say that there might be a locust plague in Longyou this year?"

She raised her head, looked at Amei, and patted the documents in her hand, "But no one seems to have noticed this among the documents sent these days?"

"This is the time when the young locusts have emerged from the ground and have not yet taken flight. From tomorrow on, you will instruct the Secretariat to pay attention to this news."

Amei looked at Guan Ji, who nodded slightly.

Only then did Amei agree.

Zhang Xingyi noticed the little moves between Guan Ji and Amei and curled his lips.

"Okay, you've been tired for a long day. I've asked the kitchen to prepare food for you. Go down and have a good rest."

Guan Ji motioned to Amei.

Amei stood up, bowed again, and then turned around and went out.

After her figure disappeared, Guan Ji turned to look at Zhang Xingyi.

I saw her lowering her head and turning the paper with a clattering sound.

"What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Guan Ji touched her head lovingly.

Zhang Xingyi rolled his eyes and said angrily: "My sister is the wife of a prince. She is dealing with affairs with the concubines in the house. How can I interrupt?"

"That means you are really angry." Guan Ji smiled, reached over and poured her a glass of wine with her own hands, "You are just greedy!"

"Why didn't you tell me why I didn't ask Li Mu to help, but asked you to come and help instead? Have you ever thought about the reason?"

Guan Ji said, pushing the ear cup over, "Here, drink."

Zhang Xingyi picked up the ear cup, took a sip, and then squinted his eyes, seeming to enjoy the taste.

"That's strange. Normally you hate other people drinking, but you like this fruit wine so much."

When Guan Ji saw her like this, the loving expression appeared on her face again.

Zhang Xingyi smacked his lips, "I don't want people to eat too much ice cheese, so I can only drink this to enjoy it. Besides, this tastes sweet and is not intoxicating, so it's okay."

She hates people getting drunk, but she doesn't object to this kind of sweet fruit wine that only has a slight taste of alcohol.

"I'm afraid it's not just for this reason?"

Guan Ji said with a pun.

Zhang Xingyi blushed and pretended not to hear.

This fruit wine was delivered by Dongfeng Express a few days ago.

I heard that it was that guy who asked the people at the South Road Brewery to use the fruit to brew a sweet soup drink with an alcoholic flavor according to the method of brewing mead.

This kind of fruit wine is rare in quantity, and since it was sent to Longyou from Nanzhong, it is even more precious.

Originally, Feng Junhou saw that his wife liked to eat sweet food, so he specially asked someone to brew it.

Unexpectedly, Guan Ji was pregnant and could not eat anything that smelled of alcohol.

So naturally it was left to the Zhang family's young lady to enjoy it exclusively.

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Guan Ji pinched Zhang Xingyi's face.

"My little sister is not angry at all."

Zhang Xingyi smiled.

"You're still lying. Looking at your appearance just now, I'm afraid you want to tear up these papers."

Guan Ji cooed and gestured to the documents on the table.

"No." Zhang Xingyi shook her head. She was not a woman who couldn't tell the difference between importance and importance.
To be continued...