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“ Miss Liu has sent a letter! Miss Liu has sent a letter!” A person rushed towards Ten Li Pu, holding a Letter in hand and shouting excitedly.
With a flurry, people sitting at their doorsteps and standing by the Old Huai Tree hurried towards the newcomer, their excitement resembling that of hungry wolves.
Fortunately, the scene was quickly brought under control as they eagerly looked at the person holding the letter.
Zhang Wuliang, the unofficial leader of the villagers, arrived late. The crowd spontaneously parted to make way for him.
The envelope was sealed and intact, slightly crumpled from its journey. Zhang Wuliang carefully opened the envelope in front of everyone, revealing several yellowed sheets of paper inside.
Having never stopped learning over the years, Zhang Wuliang could recognize most characters as long as they weren't too obscure. He slowly began to read aloud the contents of the letter while everyone watched with anticipation.
First, Liu Qingxi reassured her fellow villagers that she had settled well in the capital, with Yang Yichen looking after her and her home already organized. Secondly, she mentioned that Liu Qingyan had found a school and had officially started her studies.
Finally, she inquired about the villagers' recent situations, thanked them for their hard work, and assured them that Zhang Wuliang would handle any issues regarding wages. She hoped everyone would stay safe and looked forward to their reply.
The letter contained quite a bit of detail about Liu Qingxi's life in the capital and outlined her future plans to promote her architecture as much as possible.
“Oh, as long as Qingxi is doing well over there, I can rest easy.”
“Exactly! Even though she’s not my own child, I’ve watched her grow up. Suddenly she’s gone; it just doesn’t feel right,” said Song, rubbing her sore eyes.
She was one of the first in Village to become close to Liu Qingxi, truly considering her like a daughter. Following in Liu Qingxi's footsteps, their entire family moved into a sturdy Azure Brick House, enjoying white flour, fine rice, and meat dishes they had never dared to dream of before.
Many others felt similarly. At the entrance of Shili Pu Village, this letter from Liu Qingxi, having traveled thousands of miles, caused quite a stir in the village, comparable to breaking news in Village.
“Alright, that’s the content of Qingxi’s letter. I’ll write a reply to reassure her,” said Zhang Wuliang, standing in the middle of the crowd to calm their excited emotions.
Suddenly, Song tapped her head and grabbed Zhang Wuliang’s arm. “Village Chief, can I send a few words to Qingxi?”
Her suggestion sparked realization among onlookers: “I want to send a message too!”
“Me too! Me too!” Those squeezed at the back stood on tiptoes, stretching their necks and raising their hands desperately seeking attention.
Kid's urgent feelings were evident to Zhang Wuliang, who subsequently agreed to everyone's request: "However, when we send the letter, the content should be brief. Let's keep it concise so that everyone has a chance to say a few words to Qingxi."
"Alright!" Applause erupted, and cheers filled the air.
As night fell and darkness gradually enveloped the land, Fuxi, lying in bed, discussed what message to leave for Liu Qingxi: "What are you going to say to Miss Liu?"
"What else can I say? Just express concern for her health, and also mention Lord Yang and Madam Yang."
The woman scoffed, pinching the soft flesh at the man's waist: "Isn't that pointless? So many people are leaving messages for Miss Liu; how could she possibly notice ours? Even though she's gone to the capital, if we had her help, you might even become a manager in the future."
Indeed, there were many like her who wanted to make an impression in front of Liu Qingxi. After all, they were not as close to Liu Qingxi as Zhang Sanyou and his group, and the benefits those close ones received made them envious yet unable to show it openly.
This time, who wouldn't want to perform well?
The tired man could no longer discern what the woman was saying: "Alright, alright, think for yourself. Just do what you see fit."
The woman felt stifled and frustrated; tears of bitterness welled up in her eyes. Most of the time, men were so indifferent; she couldn't help but worry.
Next, she carefully ran over to Zhang Wuliang's house and cautiously added her own short message to the letter.
At Liu Qingxi's home, a few maids left behind usually helped out by delivering mung bean water and preparing meals while interacting with the villagers like family.
In this letter from Liu Qingxi, she mentioned them as well, thanking them for their hard work and dedication in guarding her.
"Let's write a letter too; since the villagers are sending one out, we can include ours."
"Great! Let's write it now!" The two maids huddled together, discussing how to send the letter and how to have Zhang Wuliang lead the way.
At this moment, looking across Ten Li Pu, the nearby construction area was gradually taking shape; outlines were becoming clearer and colors were slowly being added. As progress continued, they saw a complete view of the area.
If they had been shocked by half of it before, now it resembled a paradise on earth that captivated them completely.
If only it were possible to capture its beauty with a camera at this moment.
Unfortunately, Zhang Wuliang could only express his feelings to Liu Qingxi through somewhat dry descriptions, failing to convey the shock that surged in his chest.
Moreover, several houses had already been completed and were positioned at the outermost edge, effectively serving as live advertisements for Ten Li Pu.
Thinking back to Liu Qingxi's letter, which urged him to expedite the construction schedule and complete the houses before winter arrived, he knew that the first phase needed to be ready for occupancy.
After all, they had promoted the project for so long and sold so many houses in advance. If they did not deliver before winter, heavy snow would block the mountains, making construction impossible until the following year.
By then, people's anticipation for Ten Li Pu would gradually diminish, failing to achieve the initial effect. Therefore, it was essential to strike while the iron was hot; the homeowners of the first phase would become the best advertisement for the second phase.
Zhang Wuliang roughly estimated the construction timeline. Currently, all the craftsmen were dedicated to building the houses. Even with their full efforts, they might still be short on manpower.
There was no choice but to recruit more workers again. However, he was already quite familiar with expanding his team and managed it with ease.
In the evening, under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, Zhang Wuliang organized everyone's comments from today, mostly expressing concern for Liu Qingxi.
Finally, he reported on the construction progress to Ji Zhong and discussed future plans, checking if Liu Qingxi had any further instructions.
"Qingxi, do not worry. Everything is going well at Ten Li Pu; the houses are progressing smoothly. I will allocate manpower according to your schedule. You can rest assured. While you are away, please be cautious and do not let your guard down. Take care of your health and protect yourself."
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