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As soon as Wang arrived, she heard these words, and her heart was in turmoil: "Tian, you shameless woman, how dare you tarnish our reputation? You have no shame, and you still have the audacity to justify stealing?"
Wang was being held back by Liu Eldest and Liu Qingshu on either side, unable to get close.
Ultimately, both sides were slandering each other, using every means at their disposal.
At this rate, neither family would benefit; instead, the collaboration between Liu Qingxi and Boss Lin became increasingly solid. Genuine products are genuine products; they are not afraid of imitation.
The key issue was that with Tian and Wang stirring up trouble, how could the other party's business possibly thrive?
Boss Lin was now thoroughly impressed by the combat effectiveness of Wang and Tian.
Under Zhao's leadership, the mooncake production became more skilled, and everyone’s annual wages increased. However, with the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching,
this meant that mooncakes could no longer be sold. After all, exchanging visits and giving mooncakes is customary before the festival; after the festival, they would definitely not sell.
Even if they were reluctant in their hearts, it had to come to an end.
On August Fifteenth afternoon: "Alright, Aunts, thank you for your hard work during this time. We appreciate everyone’s care and cooperation with Aunt Five. Thank you all. We have recorded your wages here; now come over to collect your pay."
A large bag of copper coins clinked together, which sounded like the most beautiful music to the women’s ears.
The women immediately formed a long line, even craning their necks to look inside, eagerly wanting to know how much their wages were, although they had a rough idea in their minds.
But until the money was in their hands, they wouldn't feel at ease.
Knowing everyone was anxious, Liu Qingxi wasted no time and quickly distributed the wages: "By the way, Aunts, I have one more thing to ask of you. Please help deliver these mooncakes later; according to our village's population, one for each person."
This morning's batch plus yesterday afternoon's had not been sold; these would be kept for themselves.
With money to earn and mooncakes to share, the women were all smiles, eager to help out.
"Don't worry, we will definitely get it done," a straightforward woman assured, patting her chest. "As for the Fifth Family, you take care of your area, and you are responsible too."
The women, familiar with every household on Ten Li Pu Street, quickly assigned tasks to everyone.
As for Wang and the others? They went to town today to prove a point, but their efforts yielded little. Exhausted and with hardly any profit, their situation was worlds apart from Liu Qingxi's side.
Leaving Wang and the others aside, let's focus on Liu Qingxi's group.
After distributing wages and benefits to the men and women, it was already mid-afternoon. "Oh, I'm really tired."
Counting Copper Coins one by one was exhausting; she found herself missing modern cash counting machines.
At this moment, Liu Qingxi felt sore all over and utterly worn out. "Summer Lotus, you two prepare dinner in a bit; I need to rest for a while."
"Yes, Miss," the two maidservants replied in unison.
As dusk fell, every household lit their kerosene lamps that they usually hesitated to use, gathering together to admire the moon and chat.
Liu Qingxi's group was no exception. She sat with Liu Qingyan and the two maidservants, along with Dugu Hao.
The five of them rarely distinguished between master and servant or guest and host as they gathered around a smooth stone table in the courtyard.
A plate of exquisite mooncakes emitted an enticing aroma while the round moon slowly rose in the sky, illuminating the quiet darkness of the land, perhaps providing light for people in the night.
In the center of the moonlight, a shadow resembling a person busily moved about, reminding her of a tale she had heard once about servants living with Chang'e on the moon who were punished and worked tirelessly day and night like pounding garlic.
Beside a pot of homemade Flower Tea, I admired the rare beauty of the moonlit night. After days of busyness, my heart found a moment of tranquility. I took a deep breath, feeling every pore relax.
As the hostess, Liu Qingxi slowly raised her cup. "It's rare for us to gather together, especially during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I hope—"
Before she could finish her opening remarks, she was suddenly interrupted. The front door creaked open, its sound echoing in the quiet night.
"Qingxi, what’s going on? Why didn’t you bring me along?" A young man in white clothing entered, his demeanor today markedly different from his usual gentle and refined self; there was a hint of arrogance in his every gesture.
Liu Qingxi, not suspecting anything amiss, replied, "I thought you were celebrating with Aunt, so I didn’t want to disturb you. Come on over and sit down."
Yang Yichen eagerly complied but was momentarily taken aback when he noticed the young man across from him dressed in the attire of a peasant from Liu Laosi.
The young man had striking sword-like brows and piercing eyes that exuded an intimidating chill. His every movement carried an air of superiority that was hard to match.
He is not an ordinary person! This was Yang Yichen's suspicion that soon turned into certainty.
"Qingxi, may I ask who this is?" he feigned ignorance.
"Oh, this is someone I saved; his surname is Du." Liu Qingxi had no choice but to provide a brief introduction after spending time together. She only knew his last name and was somewhat impatient with her sparse words; asking further would be pointless.
Turning to Dugu Hao, Liu Qingxi continued, "This is Yang Yichen, this year's Juren. Next time, he might just become the Top Scholar!"
Though her words sounded a bit boastful, she believed in Yang Yichen's abilities, her admiration evident in her expression.
The mutual understanding between them made Dugu Hao's throat tighten. He felt a mix of emotions as he held the teacup stiffly in mid-air, his heart racing unexpectedly.
"I have long heard of the esteemed Yang Scholar, it's a pleasure to meet you," Dugu Hao said, trying his best to maintain composure and act as if nothing was amiss.
Beyond the fact that Liu Qingxi and Yang Yichen were in love, what was more important was who Yang Yichen was.
Mysterious and only fourteen years old, a high school Juren, with expertise in weapon forging—this young man was becoming increasingly difficult to understand.
At this moment, Dugu Hao began to feel fortunate that he had not revealed his true self; otherwise, seeing Yang Yichen would have been quite a different experience.
Could this be fate? The old master was helping him gather strength.
However, Yang Yichen was unaware that the hardworking young man before him was actually someone he had collaborated with multiple times on weapon crafting.
"Hello, are you getting used to living in the village? You seem to come from a wealthy family; you must find our dilapidated village unbearable," Yang Yichen smiled, though internally he was seething with anger.
The implication was clear: if you can't stand it here, then hurry up and leave.
But could that really happen? This village was becoming increasingly lively, producing many talented individuals; Dugu Hao was reluctant to leave.
"This place is great," Dugu Hao replied.
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