Bai Yueniang's eyelids twitched. The village chief's wife was up to something. What should she do?

Mo Qingcheng led Shangguan Yichen out, looked around, and found that they were all honest and simple people, so she felt relieved.

"Gentlemen, I'm afraid you'll have to work hard during this period. You'll receive three meals a day and twenty copper coins each day. I'm sure Manager Lin has already explained this clearly."

"Madam, Manager Lin gave me detailed instructions before we came. Shall we get to work now?" The burly, dark-skinned man at the head of the household, from Liu Family Village in Yutang Town, was named Liu San.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, gave Bai Yueniang some instructions, and then, together with Shangguan Yichen, led Liu San and the others up the mountain.

Liu Cuihua followed behind awkwardly, saying, "I'm going to clear land for my own family..."

Along the way, Liu San and the others were filled with emotion. Although there weren't many people in the village, they were working hard and enthusiastically.

Manager Lin revealed that Nanping Village was unremarkable, having been relocated from the north, and that it was indeed arranged by the Imperial Inspector. He cautioned against offending Madam Mo unless absolutely necessary…

When Liu San and the others arrived, Manager Lin had pulled their ears and given them a long lecture, so they already knew it by heart.

A slender figure walked ahead, strolling leisurely, seemingly out of place in the desolate mountains. The young boy possessed an innate air of nobility, with a sharp glint in his eyes.

Before long, they arrived at their destination. Mo Qingcheng gave detailed instructions, leaving Fatty to help out, so that if anything happened, they could go to the village chief, Li Changgeng.

Mo Qingcheng, along with Shangguan Yichen and One-Eyed Dragon, drove the carriage. The three brothers, Ma Zi and Li Ergou, cut bamboo to build a thatched hut for temporary lodging.

With ten more day laborers, it would be inconvenient to have them all crammed together with the wife's family.

Before the start of winter, the lady's family renovated their house into a larger one, so they were able to live in the side room...

With this in mind, Li Ergou and the others became even more motivated...

Two stories unfold, each telling its own tale. Mo Qingcheng headed straight for the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. As soon as she alighted from her carriage, the waiter warmly greeted her: "Excuse me, are you Madam Mo?"

Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback, then nodded: "Thank you, waiter..."

"Please come in, Madam. My manager is waiting in a private room on the second floor. However... there are many people here... please forgive me, Madam." The waiter quickly explained, afraid that Mo Qingcheng would be upset.

Mo Qingcheng had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn't pretend and went straight to the second floor with Shangguan Yichen, one after the other, led by the waiter.

Upon hearing the commotion, the shopkeeper, Qian Mansheng, hurriedly opened the door to greet her: "Madam Mo, my apologies for not welcoming you sooner; it is all my fault."

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a clean-shaven beard and a scholarly air.

It turned out to be a handsome man with a beautiful beard.

Mo Qingcheng nodded in greeting: "Manager Qian, it's an honor to meet you!"

"Madam Mo, I am deeply grateful. My nephew explained his purpose yesterday. May I ask if you brought any samples?"

After the servant brought tea and snacks, Qian Mansheng sat down and said leisurely.

Mo Qingcheng nodded, and Shangguan Yichen took out braised pig liver, pig head cake, and cold offal from his small basket. Qian Mansheng's eyes lit up.

"Manager Qian, please have a taste..." Mo Qingcheng gestured for him to try.

Qian Mansheng didn't stand on ceremony and tasted each dish one by one. The flavor lingered on his lips and teeth, and he only put down his chopsticks when the plate was empty, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Madam Mo, could you sell the recipe to our restaurant? It's a unique recipe..." Qian Mansheng asked tentatively.

"Manager Qian is a smart man. As long as the price is right, the ownership of the three formulas will belong to Zuixianlou within five years." Mo Qingcheng smiled faintly, took a sip of tea, and said, "Good tea!"

Qian Mansheng's eyelids twitched. Madam Mo was truly shrewd. He tentatively held up five fingers: "Fifty taels?"

"Manager Qian, these dishes are being sold in limited quantities. Even if we don't say that just these three dishes will bring in a hundred taels a day, it will surely attract a huge influx of customers. If Manager Qian is feeling pressured, I'll go ask the restaurant across the street..."

After saying that, Mo Qingcheng was about to get up.

Qian Mansheng was startled: "Madam Mo, let's talk this out... What price do you want to sell it for?"