Du Shaoxuan ran so fast that Mu Wanqing couldn't catch up with him.

Du Shaoxuan rushed into the room and saw Mrs. Du's frightened face. He couldn't help but feel anxious. "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Du stroked her pounding chest with one hand and pointed out the window with the other.

Du Shaoxuan leaned over to take a look, and was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry. There was a person with a big pig's head underneath, and at first glance it looked like a monster with a pig's head and a human body.

He shouted, "Brother holding the pig's head, what are you doing?"

The man was stunned for a moment, looked up, and then took the pig's head in his hand, "I'm here to deliver the goods. Mu's braised pig's head is delicious."

Mrs. Du then realized that she had made a fool of herself and her face turned red.

Mu Wanqing, who arrived a step later, saw everything and laughed secretly, pretending to know nothing. "Madam, my pig head meat is soft and not sticky, fresh and delicious. Why don't you have some?"

Su Shi once wrote a poem called "Ode to Pork", "Huangzhou's pork is good, and its price is as cheap as dirt. The rich won't eat it, and the poor don't know how to cook it."

In other words, pork is not on the tables of the powerful.

The braised dishes she served to Mrs. Du did not contain any pork, but only braised chicken, duck and braised vegetarian dishes.

Many foods in the snack street are made with pork, which is cheap and comes in many varieties.

Mrs. Du wanted to refuse, but Du Shaoxuan's eyes lit up, "I want to eat."

Okay, everything depends on my son’s preferences.

As soon as the braised pork head and fruit wine were served, Du Shaoxuan devoured them with great relish. "This is much more delicious than braised duck legs and braised chicken wings. Prepare 100 kilograms of braised meat every day and I'll have someone come and get it."

He planned to add a meal to his father and soldiers.

Mu Wanqing was very happy to see the business coming in. "Okay, do you need anything else?"

Du Shaoxuan shook his head slightly, "This is the best taste. I'll try something else when you get tired of it."

"Okay, you guys take your time eating, I'll get busy."

As soon as she left, Mrs. Du watched her son eat one bite after another, unable to stop, and couldn't help asking, "Is it really that delicious?"

Du Shaoxuan took a sip of the fruit wine. The sweet taste made him narrow his eyes slightly. "It's very delicious and suitable as a side dish. Father will like it."

Mrs. Du was silent for a moment, then mustered up her courage and put a piece of pork head into her mouth. Huh? No fishy smell? It was fragrant, glutinous and not greasy.

She couldn't help but take another piece and felt a little drunk.

"Is it really pork? Is pork so delicious?"

A hint of smile flashed across Du Shaoxuan's eyes, "It should be said that the pork of the Mu family is delicious."

A spicy and fresh aroma filled the air. The mother and son of the Du family sniffed at the same time. It smelled so good.

When Mu Wanqing brought the spicy hotpot, Du Shaoxuan didn't hold back and started eating with a piece of food using chopsticks. The slightly spicy taste was just right.

"Mom, try it too, it's not very spicy."

Mrs. Du looked at the dishes cooked with red oil and shook her head slightly. She didn't eat spicy food.

But, unable to resist Du Shaoxuan's persuasion, she reluctantly took a bite, and then... it tasted really good.

I couldn't stop eating with my chopsticks. The wine and the spicy hotpot are a perfect match.

Mu Wanqing brought over the dessert, "Come, try this ice jelly."

It’s icy cool, tender, smooth and sweet, and it’s so comfortable to eat in one bite.

Especially when eating spicy hotpot, take a bite of ice jelly, the feeling of happiness will surge in your heart.

Mrs. Du particularly liked this ice jelly and ate two bowls in one go. "Wanqing, your cooking skills are amazing. Where did you learn all this?"

Mu Wanqing didn't have much appetite and only took a few bites of the ice jelly.

"I have learned everything quickly since elementary school. I can draw inferences from one thing and figure out many things from details. I also saw recipes like this in books. Of course, books cannot be so detailed. I am bold and careful, good at thinking, and I will go to the kitchen to tinker whenever I have time."

She perfectly explained why she was such a great cook.

“Many things in this world can be understood by one person, and one understanding can lead to a thousand understandings.”

The world of genius is beyond the understanding of mortals.

Du Shaoxuan said, "After all, it's still people who are smart."

"That's smart." Mrs. Du smiled and nodded, "Do you have any ice jelly? I want to take some back for my family."

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll pack it for you."

Before leaving, Mu Wanqing packed a bunch of food. Mrs. Du happily invited Mu Wanqing to visit her at her house another day.

Mu Wanqing did not take this polite remark seriously. She responded with a smile and sent the person away respectfully.

As soon as the others left, Mr. Mu and his wife ran out from the backyard, "How is it?"

Some unreasonable nobles tend to vent their anger on others, and Mr. Mu was worried that Mrs. Du would vent her anger on them.

Although they are already good citizens, they are the mistresses of this land.

Mu Wanqing coaxed Mrs. Du very happily just to avoid these troubles.

She is not afraid of trouble, but too much trouble really hinders her career.

"It went smoothly. She won't make trouble for no reason. If the Du family wants to buy something in the future, we will deliver it ourselves and not ask others to do it for us. We should be more careful. If they come to buy something secretly, we will pretend that we don't know."

Food is no different from anything else; it’s too easy for people to take advantage of you.

"OK."

This matter came to an end, and Mu Wanqing was finally able to free up her hands.

"Dad, please go out with me. I want to buy some slaves."

The Great Qi Dynasty had clear regulations that allowed the buying and selling of slaves, and she alone could not compete with the general environment.

Even if she wanted to set up a corporate employment system, she didn't have the soil for it.

All she could do was treat the slaves well and allow them to redeem themselves.

If you want to leave one day, she will see you off.

"Okay." Master Mu agreed immediately. There were really not enough people. They were short of staff everywhere.

A family of five is busy all day long. How can this continue?

When she heard that she was going to buy someone, Yu Wanrou from next door hurried over.

Mu Wanqing found out that Song Ya was the most reputable person in the city and went straight to him.

The Song Ya people were very enthusiastic, "Master, what kind do you want to choose?"

The father and daughter had already discussed it before coming. Master Mu directly stated his needs, "We need a maid who can do rough work, a coachman, and it would be even better if there is a reliable housekeeper."

"Butler?" Song Yaren's eyes lit up. "Don't you have any taboos?"

Reselling ordinary slaves was not a problem, but it was different for housekeepers.

Who would sell a housekeeper? Unless the housekeeper himself committed an unforgivable sin, or the master of the house committed a crime.

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is quite taboo.

Master Mu nodded slightly, "As long as the person has good character, is capable, and knows his duty, that's fine."

The farm needs a manager, and now that he has been transferred here, they are short of staff.

Song Yaren recommended enthusiastically, "Then I have a suitable candidate on hand, would you like to take a look?"

"What's going on?" Master Mu was a little curious. What a coincidence?

Song Yaren sighed softly, "The previous master committed a crime, and the slaves were sold. This housekeeper is a filial son and doesn't want to be sold separately from his mother, so it's been delayed like this."

Who is willing to buy one, get one free and bring an old woman home?

Mu Wanqing asked softly, "What about the other family members?"

"She's been bought. This housekeeper knelt down and begged me for a long time, asking me to pick a kind owner for his child." Song Yaren obviously liked this housekeeper and highly recommended him, "But no one wants to buy this old mother. This person is filial and righteous, quite good."

Master Mu looked at his daughter, and Mu Wanqing nodded slightly, "Then meet her."

When Mu Wanqing saw the mother and son, she was stunned. "Is he sick?"

The old lady was in her fifties. Her face was flushed, her eyes could hardly open, and her breath was weak.

The short man looked anxious, and he knelt down in front of Master Mu and his daughter, "Please give me some money..."

Mu Wanqing sighed softly, thinking of the difficulties of this exile, took out a piece of silver and handed it over, "Don't say anything, send him to the clinic for treatment first."

Chen Zhong kowtowed to her heavily, then ran out with his mother on his back with red eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yaren tried even harder, "This family's child was sick, and they went broke buying medicine. They had a very hard life, so they just sold themselves to stay together as a family instead of selling their child. This is quite rare."

Everything he pushed to her was the best, and Mu Wanqing appreciated it.

The Wu family consists of six people, a couple and four children, two boys and two girls, all in their teens.

Mu Wanqing felt somewhat satisfied when she saw that their clothes were worn but clean.

“What will they do?”

Wu Dashan was a little nervous. "I can drive a cart and do farm work. I am strong and can do all the rough work."

His wife said cautiously, "I can do housework, inside and outside the house, and so can the children."

Mu Wanqing asked a few more questions, and seeing that they were honest and answered if they knew, and didn't know if they didn't, she nodded. "Dad, this is the one."

Mr. Mu had no objection, as long as his daughter was happy.

Mu Wanqing also picked a young couple without children.

The man was a bodyguard named Li Ping'an. He was injured while escorting a caravan and could no longer do this job after he recovered from his injury.

The woman also knew some basic skills. Not long ago, she fell ill and had no money to treat it, so the couple simply sold themselves.

Yu Wanrou chose a mother and her two daughters. After her husband died, the woman was driven out by her husband's family. Her two acres of thin land and a dilapidated house were divided up by her husband's family.

The orphans and widows had nowhere to go, so they sold themselves to find shelter.

The two daughters are ten years old and are just the right size to be used. The woman is very capable and can do everything.

This way, both the master and the servant can have it much easier.

When going through the formalities, Mu Qingwan deliberately paid a few more taels of silver. "If you have anything good to offer, feel free to come to the snack street in South City to find me. My last name is Mu, Mu Wanqing."

This is because the broker was experienced and a nice person, so he gave me more.

Song Yaren narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Okay, don't worry."

As soon as she got home, Mu Wanqing assigned the people. Li Ping'an knew martial arts, so he would follow Master Mu in and out and be his personal attendant.

Mrs. Li followed Mu Wanqing because she needed someone who could fight by her side.

The men in the Wu family worked as coachmen and doormen, while his wife and two daughters were assigned to Madam Mu, who took care of all the housework.

The two sons were assigned to the Mu Ziang brothers, one for each of them, and they should also be equipped with followers.

"One tael of silver per month, four sets of clothes per season, and medical expenses for illnesses can all be reimbursed. If you want to leave, you can also, just tell me a month in advance."

Everyone looked at each other. Is there such a good thing? This owner is not bad.

Mu Wanqing looked at the people present and raised her eyebrows. "But in my house, you have to abide by the rules of my house. If I find anyone who dares to betray me, I will... send him to work in the mines."

Her expression suddenly changed, and the coldness in her words shocked everyone.

Mu Wanqing was running the business as if it were a company. "The last rule is, if you work for my family for 20 years, my family will take care of your retirement. After you turn 50, you can receive a monthly pension. My family will take care of everything from birth to old age to sickness and death."

There is no eternal loyalty in this world; it all depends on whether the cost of betrayal is worth it.

Only when interests are bound together can we go forward in the long run.