Jiang Sheng was awakened by her own doubts. She yawned and opened her eyes. What she saw was a dark moist patch with a few small yellow sesame seeds.
Hey, drooling and eye droppings.
Even though it was her own, Jiang Sheng still turned her head in disgust and looked in along the sunshine. She saw what could be called a simple hut, saw the pastries from Jiuzhenfang on the table, saw simple cotton clothes, and saw the unpretentious thousand layer cake. Cloth-soled shoes.
Suddenly, she realized that this was not the Jiang family, but the Erjin courtyard.
It's her home.
Joyful emotions came over her, so she put on her mille-soled cloth shoes, put on her cotton skirt, and rushed into the front yard with her crooked pigtails on her head.
The eldest brother has gone to the Imperial Academy, the second brother is doing business, and the fourth brother is consulting patients.
Chang Yan was the only one lying on the table, and when he blew lightly, sawdust floated up all over the sky.
Sensing the movement, he turned around and saw the little chubby girl who had returned to her original form from the daughter of an aristocratic family overnight. He couldn't help but smile, "You're awake. Auntie left you a meal. The second brother said he went to see the workshop and left Jiang Sanzai for you." .”
Jiang Sheng was quite unhappy, "Why are you laughing? You don't do your job every day. All you do is play with wood. Order two benches for me later, and they should be small."
This way the aunts don't have to squat hard when dividing lychees.
Chang Yan folded his hands and said solemnly, "I obey, sister."
As soon as the words fell, both of them couldn't help laughing.
Jiang Sheng finished washing, had breakfast, and was ready to go to the workshop.
Before that, she needed to fix her messy hair.
Usually Aunt Zhang helps, and there is a dedicated maid in the Jiang family, but now only... Jiang San and Chang Yan are left.
The two young men looked at each other and gave in to each other.
"Sir, come here, you can even carve wood, you can definitely do it." Jiang San showed his big white teeth.
Chang Yan pondered, "Third brother always praised you for your cleverness and dexterity. You should have improved a lot over the years."
Damn his dexterity, his dexterity is for fighting, not for tying pigtails.
But since Chang Yan was the master, Jiang San could only stand behind Jiang Sheng, clumsily picked up the wooden comb, and untied the original braid.
This step alone made the owner of the braid take several breaths of air-conditioning.
When I started combing my hair, it turned into a grin.
"Brother Jiang San." Jiang Sheng said in a resentful tone, "This is a human head, not a donkey's tail."
Even a donkey will kick someone if it hurts.
He jumped over and flew two miles away.
Jiang San felt extremely guilty, "Girl, it's all my fault. I'm too stupid. I'll be gentler and more careful."
But the consequence of being careful is that after combing for a long time, you only combed half a lock of hair.
Jiang Sheng gave up, "How about this? I often don't comb my hair when I'm a beggar. It doesn't matter."
That's why beggars are dirty, messy, and scary, and that's why people avoid them.
Now that she is no longer a beggar, there is no reason for her to remain unkempt.
Chang Yan frowned, but finally took the comb from Jiang San's hand, patiently and gently combed through his hair, and then awkwardly rolled it into a small ball.
Because of my inexperience, the two meatballs were one big and one small, which was ridiculously bad.
Chang Yan expressed dissatisfaction, so he took it apart again, divided his hair into almost equal parts, pulled it back, and tied it again.
After going back and forth two or three times, the young man's technique was obviously proficient, and the difference in the size of the balls became smaller and smaller.
Jiang San was so surprised that he handed over the headband, and Chang Yan tied the little ball up, leaving a piece of it ingeniously to put on his ear.
The wind blows, and the hair rope is swaying. It can't be called stunning, but it has a different kind of agility.
"I really didn't expect that the fifth young master has such skills." Jiang San was shocked, "If I had known, I wouldn't have done it, and I would have pulled out a lot of the girl's hair for nothing."
Yeah, who would have thought.
Chang Yan looked at the beautiful little girl and became more confident in carving the six little figures. "Go and do your work. Remember to come back for dinner."
The carriage carried the master and servant to the workshop to meet Zheng Ruqian.
After entering the small courtyard quietly, there was only a long banquet, and he was concentrating on playing with the carving knife.
Speaking of which, the brothers and sisters built three workshops in total.
There are two cured meat workshops, one in Fengjing and Anshui County, and one Baishui workshop, which specializes in supplying Youranju. Although the price is high, the big shopkeeper is quite capable and can sell dozens of kilograms every month.
The three workshops together have more than forty long-term and short-term workers, all of whom are women.
Especially in the Baishuishui workshop, the workers were all divorced women, usually with their young daughters, struggling to survive alone. If Jiang Sheng hadn't generously provided food and accommodation, they might have drowned themselves with their children in the river.
Not everyone in this world is grateful, and not everyone is kind, but most normal human beings are often grateful for someone who holds a hand when the mud is muddy.
Every time Jiang Sheng went there, she would be welcomed by her aunts and uncles, who would feed them all kinds of pastries, and even things they themselves would be reluctant to eat.
Everyone knows that the host is a cute little girl with a round face and a sweet smile.
When Zheng Ruqian stepped in, all the workers remained alert, silent, and even used their bodies to cover the white water surface being made.
"Recruiting talents, who is this?" the slightly plump woman said in a loud voice, "My boss is not kind to you. There are some things you can do and some things you cannot do."
"Yes, Zhao Ying, you can't lead Da Ya as a bad guy." Another thinner woman reminded.
This can also be regarded as an advantage of unified management - everyone lives and eats together, but they know each other so well that anyone who is cautious can be immediately exposed in front of the boss.
Zheng Ruqian was just happy when a big broom was slapped in front of him.
The woman who was sweeping the water shouted, "The front is a workshop area, outsiders are not allowed to enter."
The owner has said that the formula of white water is not top secret, but it cannot be leaked casually.
Those are all the hard work of Miss Karen.
"Hey, hey, you all misunderstood." Miao Zhaoying slapped her thigh, "This is also my boss."
I had met Zheng Ruqian in the two cured meat workshops, but the one in Baishui was built by Jiang Sheng, so it was normal to only recognize her.
Miao Zhaoying wanted to explain, but was stopped by Zheng Ruqian.
"If you don't come in, you can continue working." He waved his hand and stood outside the door. "My sister is almost awake. I'll come in with her later."
Zheng Ruqian could only be happy that these aunts and aunts could be loyal to Jiang Sheng, not jealous.
If you really say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang San drove the carriage to a stop, and Jiang Sheng jumped out of the carriage, "Second brother, Aunt Miao, why are you standing outside?"
When she heard the reason why Zheng Ruqian was blocked, she was dumbfounded and entered the workshop first.
The busy workers raised their heads and found that their boss was here. Everyone smiled and said hello, some stuffed cakes, some gave handkerchiefs, and some sewed insoles with their own hands.
Jiang Sheng's hands were empty when he arrived, but he soon held them in his arms.
She stuffed the things into Zheng Ruqian's hands and introduced them to everyone, "This is my second brother, the owner of Jiuzhenfang. Don't be afraid, he's not a bad person."
The aunts and aunts who had been wary just now became friendly. Some apologized, some brought more cakes, and some brought tea.
I don’t know why, but people who have experienced pain are more likely to work hard and are more loyal and conscientious.
While Zheng Ruqian filtered the tea foam between his teeth, he discussed with Jiang Sheng, "I want to expand this workshop."
