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"Is he healed? If so, shouldn't we be leaving?" Yang Yichen didn't realize the bitterness in his tone.
"Yeah, you’ve worked hard. Make sure to rest well." Liu Qingxi was exhausted after all the hustle and bustle, feeling completely drained.
Yang Yichen let out a bitter laugh. What could he do? He liked her, liked her to the point of losing control, liked her so much that he couldn't bear to see her face even the slightest difficulty.
Even though he had to swallow his own bitterness, reason told him that Liu Qingxi hadn't done anything wrong; it was just her kind heart. But emotionally, he couldn't handle it. Just the thought of another man being in the same courtyard with her made him uneasy.
Thinking about that man being able to listen to her breathing peacefully as he slept, or even watching her sleeping face just like he did, drove him mad with jealousy.
Fearing that he couldn't control his impulses, Yang Yichen suddenly turned around. "Alright, you take care and rest well."
He immediately turned back and strode away, afraid that if he spoke any longer, he would succumb to his feelings and perhaps do something irrational.
Liu Qingxi stood there in a daze, not understanding why Yang Yichen left so abruptly, so different from his usual affectionate self.
Busy and confused, her mind was a bit foggy, and perhaps due to her low emotional intelligence, she had no idea that Yang Yichen was feeling jealous.
Shaking her head, she hurried home to study.
But just thinking about that man who wouldn’t leave made Liu Qingxi feel frustrated. She had saved a person like him; now that he was almost healed, why wouldn’t he leave? What was with this lingering behavior?
Miss Liu, have you considered that Young Master Yang might be jealous?
Do you really think that having a difficult man at home would make anyone happy? After all, he is your legitimate boyfriend, right?
So, the boy who commands respect in front of outsiders only feels this insecure when facing her, while the girl has no idea what the boy is thinking.
Perhaps this is why Liu Qingxi never had a boyfriend in her past life. Even if someone had feelings for her, her own timidity or low emotional intelligence would cause the other person to back off quickly.
Upon returning home, the women making mooncakes had not yet left. Seeing them hunched over, Liu Qingxi suddenly felt a pang of sadness but was also deeply moved; her emotions were quite complex.
"Grandma Liu, Aunts, shouldn't you take a break after all this work?"
"Hey, we're not tired. We're energized by the thought of all that money. We could work through the night and still be happy about it." The speaker was none other than Zhao.
Liu Qingxi frowned. Perhaps this was the downside of the good method she had come up with; such a quick way to earn money could easily blind many people.
The temptation of money is enormous. They might think that staying up a few nights is fine, but Liu Qingxi knew that long-term sleep deprivation is particularly harmful to health. She had seen so many cases of sudden deaths due to staying up late in her past life.
Although it might not lead to that outcome directly, one should not sacrifice their health for money.
"Aunt Five, you can't think like that." Liu Qingxi tried to soften her voice as she explained: "I believe everyone has this thought, but money is never enough. Moreover, this work requires physical strength. One or two nights might be okay, but you’ve already been at it for four or five nights, and there’s still more to do."
Then, Liu Qingxi didn't give anyone a chance to refute: "Alright, let's finish this box of baked goods and then everyone can go rest. It's not that I don't want you to earn money; your health is important."
She continued: "Another important reason why our mooncakes can sell at a high price now is because they are rare. I believe everyone understands this principle, but it's hard to put into practice.
People with some status in town always want to buy a few boxes. It's not just about being delicious; rarity is the key reason. It has become a symbol of status and identity."
"When mooncakes are everywhere, available for anyone to buy without having to queue, they lose their novelty. How can they still sell so well?"
"This isn't meant to criticize the Kid; it's simply the most important reason."
"You're right, Qingxi. Now that you explain it, I understand. It makes sense," Grandma Liu exclaimed, realizing why.
If mooncakes were everywhere, who would still want to eat them?
It's like when local specialties from home are taken to town by one's son; to the Boss, those are truly valuable items.
Indeed, only Grandma Liu, with her vast experience and life knowledge, could translate this into simple terms that the Kid quickly grasped.
"Qingxi, thanks for the reminder. Otherwise, we might have stayed up all night working. It seems that more isn't always better. Alright, we'll follow your lead."
The dozen or so women nodded in agreement. Some of them had previously complained about Liu Qingxi not wanting them to earn so much money, but now they all lowered their heads in shame.
They had truly misjudged her intentions.
" Miss Liu, we're sorry."
"Aunt, you didn't do anything wrong. This is a choice most people would make. Starting tomorrow, let's not work so late in the afternoons. We'll finish when the sun sets; it won't be dark then, and we can go home to cook and take a bath to rest well."
Everyone naturally agreed with Liu Qingxi's arrangement.
Reflecting on their past lives compared to their current situation, the women finally understood that they had been mistaken; wealth can be blinding and money often breeds resentment.
During these days, the money earned was quite substantial. With nimble hands and quick work, some had already made half a tael of silver, equivalent to a man's wages for a month and a half. Was that not impressive?
What they did not know was that Liu Qingxi's profitable venture had already attracted envy, and several families in the village had secretly started making mooncakes.
The next day, while Liu Qingxi was helping to direct things in town, a woman who had gone to buy rice and flour rushed over in a panic. "Qingxi, come quickly, I have something to tell you!"
Liu Qingxi brushed off the dirt from her hands and washed them lightly. "Aunt, what is it?"
"Don't even mention it! You won't believe what I just saw while buying rice and flour. It's unbelievable! Several people are selling mooncakes, and they're even cheaper than yours. There are quite a few customers!"
The woman immediately rushed back to inform Liu Qingxi, knowing that this was the method the young girl had devised, benefiting their neighbors and even her own family members.
What? A few question marks floated through Liu Qingxi's mind before she suddenly understood.
"Aunt, don't worry; it's nothing. Their products are just knock-offs; they definitely won't taste as good as ours." This was the essence of ancient infringement.
She hadn't expected the competitors to move so quickly. Making mooncakes wasn't difficult; what was challenging was that she could draw inspiration from various modern styles and types. If she didn't do this, as time progressed, it would inevitably reach that point.
But it required a long process.
She just hadn't anticipated how fast her rivals were moving. "Aunt, did you see who is selling them?"
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