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Suddenly, with such a novel and useful thing handed to him, he was incredibly focused, determined to make the Oven even if it meant staying up all night.
At the same time, the mooncakes invented by Liu Qingxi were sold to the Bakery in town, and the news that women working there could earn three or four Ten Wen spread through Ten Li Pu at an incredible speed.
The recruitment of the Construction Team and the selection of cooks for making mooncakes quickly resolved many women's employment issues.
Liu Qingxi's name once again became a hot topic among the people of Ten Li Pu; her ideas seemed simple but were actually clever.
"Hey, hey, hey, do you know how much those women, including Liu Laowu, are making?" A lady leaned over to a few Gossipers nearby.
"Who in our Village doesn't know now? These families have all struck it rich; the men have stable jobs, and even the women have been uplifted by Liu Qingxi."
"Oh, if only I could get in on it! I wouldn't even mind earning half a Wen."
"Come on, stop daydreaming. Our relationship with Miss Liu isn't that good; how could she possibly invite us?" They regretted not seizing the opportunity to help Liu Qingxi when she was struggling.
Now look at Zhang Sanyou, Zhang Dafuku, and even the village chief's family—who among them doesn't have work? During festivals, there are bonuses too; this is something they never dared to imagine before. Several women felt deep regret.
But what good does that do? They couldn't blame anyone else; currently, Liu Qingxi couldn't recruit everyone from the Village since she didn't need that many people. Thus, she had to select a portion from among them.
What would be the selection criteria? It would certainly be based on proximity of relationships; those who had helped her before would come first, followed by considerations of efficiency and trustworthiness.
At Liu Qingxi's home
It was a scene of bustling activity and prosperity. Zhao was leading for the first time and inevitably felt flustered. However, Liu Qingxi did not step in to help; she couldn't manage everything perfectly. Each person had to rely on themselves.
"Fifth Family, come quickly and see how well this filling is mixed!"
"The fire is getting too big; is it too much?"
"Fifth Family, shouldn't this pot be done baking? Isn't it about time?"
Since Zhao was involved from start to finish, she had a good grasp of controlling the heat and proportions. Liu Qingxi had specifically taught her during the evening and emphasized that she must not go outside.
Everyone was revolving around her, which kept her extremely busy, running from one place to another without a moment's rest. Sweat trickled down her cheeks, and she didn't even have time to wipe it away.
At that moment, a girl who looked about ten years old entered wearing a loose gray cloth coat. "Mother, I'm here to help."
The girl was none other than Liu Qinglian. "Hello, Grandma Liu, hello everyone."
Grandma Liu slowly raised her head and squinted to see who had come in. Her face broke into a flower-like smile. "Qinglian, come over and help! Good, good, what a nice child."
Liu Qinglian sweetly responded, but Zhao quickly came over and pulled her to the corner. "Why are you here, girl? Didn't you go to the town to help? You can't do this work; don't cause trouble."
"Mother, I'm not causing trouble! Really, I'm not! Second Sister, I not only want to learn how to draw and design houses, but I also want to learn how to lead others and arrange manpower. I'm just here to practice."
Liu Qinglian said with a grin. Over the past six months, following Liu Qingxi, she had learned a lot and was no longer the girl who cried for a meal. She could read and write and even do simple drawings.
In the end, Zhao couldn't refuse Liu Qinglian and let her go. The girl took her to one side and started checking urgently. "Mother, first see if this box is baked well, then check how the other box is doing..."
After going through everything, it turned out much better. Liu Qinglian garnered praise from everyone: "Fifth Family, you are truly blessed to have such a capable daughter. If my child were half as good as Qinglian, I would be satisfied."
"Who isn't? With such a capable sister, the younger sister will surely do well. In just a couple of years, relatives will be knocking on your door."
Zhao watched her daughter grow day by day; the changes were so incredible that she couldn't believe it. The disadvantages of not having a son didn't seem so terrible anymore.
Zhao's face, which rarely showed a smile, transformed gradually. A woman indeed needs her own career to feel more confident; it can compensate for shortcomings in other areas.
Liu Qingxi was pleased with this scene, especially after Liu Qinglian joined; the mooncake-making team became more harmonious and motivated, with higher efficiency.
Her long-term efforts were not in vain; it seemed she could trust the collaboration with the bakery in town now.
However,
Pushing open the side room quietly and closing it softly behind her was the Black-Clad Youth. Dressed in slightly short cotton clothes and pants, he lay on the bed with his legs crossed in a relaxed posture while holding a travel journal that Liu Qingxi had bought.
What a picture of a leisurely young man! Seeing this scene made Liu Qingxi furious.
"Hey, since you're almost healed, I think you can move now. As you can see, our family is busy and doesn't have time to entertain you. You should find a chance to leave quickly."
Thinking about it made her feel frustrated. It was one thing to help someone in need, but taking care of him while he recovered felt like she was being too soft-hearted. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, but what about this person?
He showed no awareness of being a guest. It was understandable that he needed care when he was injured, but now that he was better, he still refused to leave, lying around like a lord, expecting to be served for food and drink, and not saying a word.
The girl glared at him with her brows furrowed. Her flushed face looked incredibly cute in the boy's eyes. In the capital, there were so many noble ladies, all of whom were as stiff as wooden stakes; even their smiles looked the same.
None could compare to the liveliness of the girl before him. While she was fuming, she had to lower her voice to avoid being overheard by the women in the courtyard, making her look like a thief and causing his heart to skip a beat.
For someone who usually had a blank expression, it was a rare occurrence for his face to show any movement; yes, his eyebrows raised slightly—wasn't that a miracle?
He had initially thought about leaving but suddenly didn't want to anymore. Feeling mischievous, he decided to tease the girl.
"I'm not leaving; I don't know where my home is."
"Wait! You can talk?" This was Liu Qingxi's first thought. Then she was startled again—could she really be this unlucky?
"You... you didn't lose your memory, did you? Is it really that cliché?" She slapped her forehead suddenly, wondering how she ended up saving such a person. Was she really this unfortunate?
The boy remained silent, seemingly accepting that losing his memory might be a good excuse.
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