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In the near future, one wonders how the family member at home feels. Yang Yichen's lips curled slightly.
Last night, a letter was sent overnight to Biqi Town. While Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen discussed the hot pot restaurant, a shop near the center of Biqi Town was bustling with renovations under a thick blanket of snow.
The snow on the street in front of the shop was cleared completely. Compared to the thick snow in the countryside, the shops in town were much cleaner and tidier as they swept in front of their doors.
The heavy snowfall blocked traffic from the countryside to the town, but it did not have as much impact on the townspeople. Enjoying the beautiful snow scenery and tasting delicious food remained a way for affluent families to indulge.
"Hurry up, everyone! If we finish this quickly, I’ll pay you all double!"
The man working hard in the snow laughed heartily: "Sure thing, Boss! Don’t worry, we’ll get it done fast!" This urgent task with such good pay was a great opportunity for these men to earn money.
A teenager wearing a thick cotton hat directed the workers to speed up. The master had assigned an urgent task that needed to be completed within ten days for the grand opening.
Ordinary tables were modified to accommodate hot pots, with large holes carved out in the center for the pots and fireplaces set up underneath. Each table had racks for placing dishes beside them.
For craftsmen accustomed to woodworking, these tasks were quite simple. Given the urgency and high pay, they worked through the night and completed the required number of tables.
Including the kitchen and separate compartments, the renovations were finished three days ahead of schedule.
That night, at Yang Family Courtyard in Ten Li Pu, a young man dressed in black quietly entered the study after knocking on the door: "Master, everything is ready; we can open at any time!"
"Good, it's up to you now. Don't let me down!" The young man behind the desk spoke with a cold voice that carried a strong sense of authority under the flickering candlelight.
The Black-Clad Youth knelt on one knee: "Rest assured, Master; I will not disappoint you!"
"Thank you for your hard work. It's fine to rest for a night before heading back!"
"Thank you, Master!" The young man strode confidently into a room in a corner of the Yang Family's backyard.
Yang Yichen lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, recalling Yang Bingshan's exasperated expression, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
As for the young man who just reported back? He was one of Yang Yichen's capable assistants, eighteen years old, named A Dong. He was well-versed in business and was responsible for managing the stores under Yang Yichen's name.
A Dong had a keen interest in commerce; he was intelligent, articulate, and visionary. Therefore, after Yang Yichen assigned him this new task, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep and spent the night drafting a more detailed plan.
Especially after Yang Yichen provided the blueprints, he immediately began preparations. By the time he obtained Liu Qingxi's approval, most of the preliminary work had already been completed, which explained the rapid pace of renovations.
Lying in bed, A Dong thought about the upcoming opening and tossed and turned with excitement. He envisioned each store bustling with customers under his management; that sense of achievement was irreplaceable.
Moreover, this time, his master had instructed him to make a name as quickly as possible. As for the reason behind it, it was beyond his speculation.
Once tasks were delegated, Yang Yichen no longer intervened. If he had to manage every detail personally, there would be no need to employ so many subordinates.
A successful person is not merely skilled but possesses sufficient courage and vision to effectively utilize others' strengths to their fullest potential.
After the heavy snowfall, the accumulated snow had not melted. The consistently low temperatures provided no conditions for it to do so. Days passed, and everything remained a blanket of white; fortunately, people had adapted to the cold.
Even Liu Qingxi gradually grew fond of this lifestyle, waking up later day by day.
If it weren't for Liu Qingyan needing to attend class and teach the children, Liu Qingxi would feel as if she had returned to her school days, when all she thought about was how to graduate and earn money for tuition.
Whenever she had time, she would try to take on part-time jobs. At one point, she managed to juggle three jobs at once, having done everything from handing out flyers, serving dishes, cleaning hotels, to tutoring.
However, she would occasionally allow herself some rest. During those times, she would stay in her dormitory and not go out.
When she woke up in the morning, she would pinch her obvious round belly and sigh, "Eating and sleeping like this, it's no wonder I gained weight!"
Fortunately, this body could originally be described as skinny; now that she had gained some weight, she still looked slimmer than average.
Otherwise, she'd have to worry about losing weight!
In the afternoon, groups of children came running in. The cold weather and thick snow did not hinder their eagerness to learn; even the younger ones understood that studying was the best way to change their future lives.
"Sister Qingxi, this is what my mother asked me to bring!" one child said as he carried a bundle of firewood to Liu Qingxi.
"Great! Let's hurry inside; I've prepared a brazier for you!"
It turned out that the children’s hands got cold while practicing writing, and their parents worried they couldn't handle it. So every time they came, they were asked to bring some dry wood to make a fire.
Later on, the families discussed it and decided to take turns bringing firewood—one family at a time. Once they used up their supply, another family would bring more.
Otherwise, if only one family brought wood or if they relied solely on Liu Qingxi's supply, there wouldn't be enough for all these children who needed it continuously throughout the day.
Get up, children! They have been learning for almost a month now and are gradually getting on track. Although Liu Qingyan's teaching is not systematic, they can write simple characters, their own names, and the names of their family members!
Such results have made the villagers extremely grateful, and they have grown more trusting and enthusiastic towards Liu Qingxi and her brother. Some even call them the lucky stars of Ten Li Pu.
There were even suggestions that they could open a school, not to teach textbook knowledge, but just to help everyone recognize a few characters, with everyone contributing a little money or food.
However, this news did not reach Liu Qingxi's ears; instead, someone mentioned it to Zhang Wuliang, who did not agree.
He knew that after the New Year, Liu Qingyan would be going to town to study, and Liu Qingxi had a big business deal, leaving them with no time. However, there were children who had learned to show off and teach their own or neighboring kids.
As a result, among the children aged eight to twelve in Village, most can recognize a few characters, making them quite notable in Ten Li Eight Villages.
Back to the main point, the sound of reading echoed from the Liu Family. The fire pit inside was burning brightly, illuminating the tender faces of the children.
The door was gently pushed open, and a young boy walked in. His entrance did not attract the attention of the children who were seriously practicing; instead, it was Master at the front who blushed with excitement.
This was his Master! Facing Yang Yichen, Liu Qingyan felt helpless—she wanted to perform her best but was also afraid it wouldn't be good enough.
Yang Yichen was also the first to see this student teaching other children. Although it wasn't professional, he looked serious and earnest.
Casting an encouraging glance, the Kid became even more focused.
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