"Did I hear that right? Little Lucky Star said the first month would be 20 coins."

The second month, 30 coins! Good heavens! That's more than a laborer earns."

"Yes, yes, we have to do this well, it's like picking up money for free."

"Keep your voice down, I can't hear what Little Lucky Star is saying."

Soon, Su Muyao led the group of chattering women to their workstations.

First, he arranged for several people he knew well in the village to sit on a flatbed cart and gave each of them a piece of cloth.

"I'll teach you how to use this first. Now step on the rag, and when you can step out straight lines, you can start stepping out various shapes."

The women listened attentively to Su Muyao's explanation, and soon they were able to do it independently, although their steps were still crooked.

Either the pedals under the feet were pressed too fast, and the cloth in the hands didn't keep up.

Either the needle broke, but luckily Su Muyao knew how to change it; most fortunately, she had prepared enough, otherwise, it would have been a real disaster.

Su Muyao wasn't in a hurry, so she let them study first, and then turned around and went home to have breakfast.

Long Yuan had heard early in the morning that the little dumpling had made a big move, so he was rushing to the workshop.

When he arrived, he discovered that everyone had a device he had never seen before, and he looked at them one by one, which made him very anxious.

These people's work is a mess, not even as straight as hand-sewn stitches.

However, he soon discovered that although it seemed difficult, it was actually quite fast once he mastered the technique.

Ten thousand tents—no matter how many people were involved, it would take forever to complete that by hand.

But with this thing called a flatbed cart, the speed is absolutely amazing, many times faster.

I must meet the master of this little dumpling; he's truly amazing, able to procure anything.

Days passed by

The workshop now has 36 people, some of whom left after a few days because they found it too difficult.

Several others who didn't study seriously and just coasted along for a living were also fired by Su Muyao.

During this period, some watermelon seedlings were also cultivated, and some villagers who were willing to grow them distributed the seedlings.

But the villagers thought that sweet potatoes and potatoes had already taken up all the land, so they only planted three or five watermelon seedlings in their own vegetable gardens.

Su Muyao had already asked her family to set aside a few plots of land to grow watermelons.

Now the entire Su family listens to Su Muyao's every word, after all, there's always a reason why this little one does things.

During this time, the eldest son's wife, Qin Meijuan, also became pregnant. However, after becoming pregnant, Qin Meijuan became extremely irritable. Just yesterday, she scratched the eldest son's face.

The 36 female workers in the workshop are now able to independently complete the production of a certain part.

It's mid-month and last month's wages are due, so everyone in the workshop today, whether they're making soap or tents, is working with incredible energy.

"I'm so excited to get my wages today."

"Yeah, I don't know how much I'll get."

"Sister Wang, why don't you just do the math yourself and you'll know?"

Everyone in the workshop was chattering away.

The day went by quickly, and before they knew it, it was time for them to get off work.

Old Su had called them ahead of time, telling them to finish work early today so they could collect their wages.

When everyone arrived at the big tree at the village entrance, they discovered a long table covered with large pieces of meat.

Each piece of meat looked to weigh about ten pounds. The workers were wondering why so much meat was being prepared when they were supposed to be getting paid.

The village chief and several literate young men were sitting at the table.

Su Muyao sat on a high stool, playing happily with the little wolf beside her. The workers had gradually adapted from their initial shock.

When these people from other villages first started working, they would run away screaming at the sight of wolves.

Later, I learned that it was raised by Xiao Fuxing and that it didn't bite, so I gradually got used to it.

Su Laosan handed the account book to the old village chief, who soon began reading out the names on the account book.

"Feng Sanniang of the Soap Factory received a total of 900 coins."

When her name was called, Feng Sanniang immediately stepped forward and took a large string of copper coins.

Then the old village chief continued, "Everyone who receives the money should pick a piece of pork to take home. Count the money first, otherwise we won't be responsible if it's lost or missing."

"What? That pork is for us? Good heavens, that's too much! A pound of pork costs several coins, so ten pounds would cost at least 100 coins."

"Of course! If we work hard with Little Lucky Star, everyone can get rich!" The person who spoke was an old lady from Taoliu Village.

She felt extremely proud when she thought that Little Lucky Star was from her village.

The old village chief called out names one by one, and those whose names were called were overjoyed to receive the money.

Soon, the money was distributed to the dozens of people. Since they got off work early today, it was only a little past three o'clock in the morning.

Everyone carried about ten kilograms of pork belly home, their pockets tightly clutching their money.

The husbands of these women who took the money back home treated them differently, since even the breadwinner of the family couldn't earn that much in a month.

Moreover, most people don't have jobs and just live off the three or five acres of land they own.

That evening, almost every household that worked at Old Su's house made delicious braised pork.

This phenomenon made those families who weren't selected extremely envious.

The weather is gradually getting warmer.

That day, Old Man Su was sitting in the melon shed wearing a straw hat when he saw a big boy and a little boy coming to the field under the blazing sun, their heads covered in sweat.

Old Man Su quickly got up to greet him.

"What are you doing here on such a hot day? How can you let your baby carry something so heavy?"

"You old fool, do you think I don't know it's heavy? It's just that my sweetheart insisted on carrying it because she felt sorry for me."

Grandma Su also regretted coming here under the blazing sun. Looking at her little granddaughter's rosy face, she knew she shouldn't have let her come, no matter what.

I took the ceramic jar from the little one; it contained mint water with ice cubes.

He handed the palm-leaf fan to Su Muyao to shield her from the sun, and the three of them jogged all the way to the shack.

The shack only had two sides, but it was shady and well-ventilated, so it was cool to lie inside.

"This watermelon is a precious thing; we've never eaten one before. It's not easy to grow one and get fruit, but we don't know how to tell if it's ripe."

Su Muyao, who was feeling so hot she wanted to stick out her tongue, immediately looked up when she heard this.

It's almost July, and that's when the watermelons in my past life were harvested and sold in large quantities.

Recently, everyone in the family has been extremely busy with the large-scale workshop, and they've neglected the melon field.

She nimbly jumped off the wooden bed covered with licorice and dashed off into the melon patch.

Old Man Su and Old Woman Su watched her run, worried that she might trip over the melon vines, so they followed closely behind.

"Sweetie, slow down, don't fall."

Su Muyao turned around and waved to them. It turned out that a little field mouse was hiding under the melon vine, trying to steal a watermelon.

Su Muyao grabbed a clod of dirt from the side and threw it over there, but unfortunately, her chubby little hands didn't have much strength to grab the dirt, and she missed.

The little field mouse was so frightened that it ran away and disappeared. She quickly ran over and squatted down next to the watermelon.

This watermelon is a type of Kirin melon that was commonly grown in my hometown in my previous life. It is not only seedless but also exceptionally sweet.

I patted the melon and it made a dull thud; I knew without a doubt that it was ripe.