Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
On the way home, Zhao and Liu Qingxi shared a carriage, both feeling dazed until they reached Biqi Town, when Zhao finally came to her senses.
This realization was significant, as she discovered that Liu Qingxi and the Bakery Boss had decided to make her the delivery person: "Qingxi, this won't do. I really can't do this; you don't understand, I've never done it before."
The woman twisted her hands nervously, her eyes filled with fear, exuding an air of despair.
Liu Qingxi slowly reached out her hand: "Aunt Wu, you can't think like that. You need to know that you are just as good as anyone else. You handle household chores well, your work in the fields is decent, and your learning speed is much better than other Aunties in the Village. So why can't you do this?"
"You see, I've already discussed the price with Boss. All you need to do is deliver the goods and collect the money; it's not difficult."
"No, no! I've never handled this much money in my life; I'm afraid I'll lose it."
Zhao hung her head in despair. She tried her best to excel, but all her efforts felt so pale and powerless, unrecognized by others. Or perhaps all her contributions and achievements were overshadowed by a single failure.
Maybe it would be better to just drift through life aimlessly.
Liu Qingxi understood that such a mindset couldn't be changed overnight. Just like in her past life, she had grown up bullied, without parents, carrying an indescribable sense of inferiority deep within her.
Thus, she always wrapped herself in a thick shell until she gradually achieved success in her own field, allowing that inferiority to fade away.
Wasn't Zhao's situation remarkably similar?
"Aunt Wu, even if you don't think of yourself, you have to think of Qinglian. You are her mother; only if you become strong can you give her confidence. No matter what relatives do, they will always support you straightening your back so that you can choose a good path for her."
Sure enough, upon mentioning Liu Qingxi's name, Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, without a son, she still had a filial and intelligent daughter. Why should she feel this way?
It has been more than a month, and no one has been whispering meaningless words in her ear anymore. Those voices have truly disappeared, and it feels somewhat unfamiliar, as if she has become accustomed to the abuse.
“Qingxi, your turn, I’ll go deliver.” At this moment, she made a significant decision, though she did not realize that the courage she mustered for the upcoming task would bring her unimaginable benefits from Liu Qingxi.
At the same time, this moment would change her life forever, and perhaps the lives of both mother and daughter.
“Aunt Five, then it's settled. From now on, the mooncake business will be handed over to you.”
“Mm, okay.” Zhao nodded in agreement. She had intended to let Liu Qingxi know that she had already agreed to deliver the goods, so there was no need for further emphasis. However, her words were suddenly interrupted.
“Aunt, in the future, when making mooncakes, find someone from Village to help. You’ll handle the filling preparation. If you don’t have enough hands, go find someone in Village. The materials upfront are a loan from me; if you run out later, you can buy more. All the profits will be yours. I see you’re planning to give more to Kid, so that decision is up to you.”
“What???” Zhao seemed to hear some unbelievable and desperate truth: “That’s not possible.”
“What’s not possible? You’re not afraid of dealing with the Boss in town; why be afraid of people from Village? The mooncake business is yours now; the money you earn is yours.” Fearing that Zhao might refuse outright, Liu Qingxi brought up Liu Qinglian again.
“Aunt Five, think about how much dowry you could prepare for Qinglian if you do well. You’ll have confidence when you go to your in-laws; you won’t be bullied just because you don’t have brothers.”
Zhao’s worldview was repeatedly reshaped by Liu Qingxi, leaving her unable to argue back and passively accepting it.
When the carriage returned to Ten Li Pu, Zhao had already accepted this reality deep down and even mustered the courage to speak up for the first time: “Regarding today’s situation, we’ve discussed it with Biqi Town Bakery, and we’ll deliver the mooncakes there for sale.”
“By the way, we won’t let everyone work for free. We’ll divide the mooncakes into first-class and second-class. Each first-class mooncake will earn one coin in labor fees, while three second-class mooncakes will also earn one coin.”
This is the method she deemed most suitable after careful consideration, and even the payment method coincided with Liu Qingxi's, which piqued the girl's interest.
Unexpectedly, the usually taciturn Zhao showed this side of herself.
"Wow~~~~~~" The astonishment among the women mirrored Zhao's expression from earlier.
Well, thirty to forty of them means three or four Ten Wen, which is more than what men earn.
How could they not be excited? How could they not be happy? How could they not doubt?
"Is that even possible? Three or four times what men make? Is there really such a good opportunity?"
"Three or four Ten Wen, right? That's about thirty Wen. Ten is Three Hundred Wen. You're not joking, are you, Liu Laowu?"
Zhao had just mustered her courage to say that, using all her strength; she felt like she was about to collapse on the ground. The women's doubts made her heart race, and she was so nervous she could hardly contain herself.
Liu Qingxi waved her hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "I'm not joking. Don't worry; it's all true. However, we can only dare to hope for eight or nine at most. After all, once the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, no one will want them."
Grandma Liu, with her gray hair, stepped forward: "That's still a lot. Usually, women only earn a little pocket money from sewing or embroidery. Having this much now is already quite good."
That was indeed reasonable; everyone understood it well. Two of them couldn't stop and became more nimble in their movements.
"However, Aunts, we're selling food items. Along with these wages, people expect precision. We can't rush and end up with poorly wrapped items or undercooked food."
"Don't worry about this; we are reliable when it comes to work, and we guarantee it will be done beautifully."
Soon, the women stopped chatting and quickly got to work, bustling around in Liu Qingxi's yard, which was particularly lively.
"This is from Liu Laowu's family; we can work with you from now on."
"If you have any requests, just let us know. If there are any issues, feel free to tell us, and we'll fix them."
After their initial surprise, the women wholeheartedly recognized Zhao's dedication to her work, which boosted Zhao's confidence a bit.
"Great, thank you, Aunties. As long as we work hard, we can all make money. By the way, now that everyone is familiar with the process, you can start working. Just make sure to maintain quality."
And what was Zhao doing? Suddenly entrusted with a heavy responsibility, she aimed for perfection in her tasks to avoid disappointing anyone.
After leaving Liu Qingxi's house, she didn't even stop by her own home or take a moment to drink water; she headed straight to Zhang San's house. "Brother Zhang San, could you help me make another big oven? Something similar to Qingxi's original one."
"Of course! I've made one before, so it will be quick this time. Once it's done, I'll deliver it to you."
Zhang San was nimble with his hands and had been doing simple carpentry work day in and day out for years. Suddenly being given such a novel and useful task...
Comment 0 Comment Count