Just then, I heard a "tap tap" sound coming from not far away.
The two looked out of the courtyard at the same time and saw Jiang Yimian riding a mule towards them. As soon as the mule stopped, Jiang Yimian nimbly flipped over and landed steadily on the ground.
Upon seeing the other person, Li Yishi felt a surge of joy, but fearing that it might bring bad news, he stood frozen in place, not daring to speak rashly.
Jiang Yimian tied up the mule and met the anxious looks in their eyes. She just smiled and said, "Uncle Li, Brother Li, Huichuntang has agreed. They said they will send people to collect the medicinal herbs when they are ripe, and we can just focus on planting them."
Li Yishi was so surprised that he almost dropped his pipe. He asked excitedly, "You really agreed?"
Li Dazhu was also filled with disbelief, staring at the newcomer for a long time before finally asking, "How did you get Huichuntang to agree?"
Although I know that Huichuntang has business dealings with the Jiang family, it is still a pharmacy after all. It's not like I can be convinced by this little girl's words.
There was no one in their village who knew anything about medicine.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and said, "Just telling the truth!"
Huichuntang should agree no matter what.
After all, their village grows its own medicinal herbs, and the people from Huichuntang can personally select the quality. Even the losses on the way and the money needed are greatly reduced by half. It should be a win-win situation, so why not agree?
Not to mention her connection with Huichuntang and their soap business, she should agree to it both morally and logically.
Before Li Dazhu could recover from Jiang Yimian's words, he heard his father suddenly burst into laughter, muttering, "Great, great! That land doesn't have to be left barren anymore, and everyone can have an extra source of income. I'll go tell the villagers right now."
Jiang Yimian smiled helplessly and quickly stopped the other party, "Village chief, let's discuss how to reclaim the land before telling the villagers."
Li Yishi then snapped out of his elation and nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, I was the one who got carried away."
Seeing that the two had calmed down, Jiang Yimian then explained to the village chief in detail the planting of medicinal herbs and the clearing of wasteland.
The required manpower and the money needed to buy seeds were all listed out.
Li Dazhu went from frowning in confusion at first to being filled with shock in the end.
He finally understood why his parents had always praised Jiang Yatou; she really was very capable.
There were many things her father hadn't even considered, but Jiang not only took them into account but also came up with solutions, which was really unlike a sixteen-year-old girl.
By the time everything was finalized and we were ready to leave, the sun was already setting.
Jiang Yimian led the mule back, fed it some grass and water, and then went to the workshop.
In the past few days, as everyone has become more skilled, she has come to the workshop much less often.
As soon as she entered, everyone greeted her with smiles and then went back to their work.
The people in each cubicle worked together in an orderly manner, each with their heads down, doing their own thing.
The mute girl and Zhao Xiaohua haven't seemed as cautious as before these past few days; when they see her, they just greet her with a smile.
Hearing from Zheng Xiulian that everyone was getting along well and busy with their work, she stopped worrying about how everyone was getting along and quietly turned to go to her cubicle to draw.
Recently, due to the popularity of her soap in Qingshui County, she has been using up her blueprints quickly, spending an hour drawing blueprints every day.
Because it was being done by someone else, the drawings were made in extra detail, so that only she could understand them.
Just as I was engrossed in drawing, there was a knock on the door.
Jiang Yimian opened the door and saw Zhao Xiaohua standing there, looking up at her hesitantly, and asked, "Sister Jiang, are you drawing?"
Jiang Yimian nodded, noticing the little girl in front of her holding a small notebook in her arms, looking somewhat hesitant to speak.
She asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Is there something you need from me?"
Zhao Xiaohua shook her head violently, then nodded, hesitated for a long time before scratching her head and saying, "Sister Jiang, I, I've tried to draw some pictures. Can you, can you see if any of them are usable?"
As she spoke, she lowered her head and nervously handed over the notebook in her hand, not daring to look at the expression on the face of the person in front of her.
She wasn't sure if Sister Jiang would like what she was doing, but she wanted to do her best to help her.
So, after hesitating for a long time, I still came.
Jiang Yimian was taken aback, took the notebook from her hand, and raised an eyebrow.
After flipping through several pages, I felt that the patterns on the back looked somewhat familiar. It took me a while to realize that the pictures on the back were all her discarded drawings, as well as some patterns that had obviously been used before.
Seeing that she remained silent, Zhao Xiaohua quickly explained, "Sister Jiang, these blueprints have all been used. I collected them because I saw that the back could still be used. Don't worry, no one else has seen the patterns on them."
As if afraid she might misunderstand, he quickly explained, "I painted it at home with my younger brother's calligraphy brush."
Da Mao and Er Mao would go to Zhang Xiucai's house every night to learn to read. They heard that they had been praised by Zhang Xiucai and received a calligraphy brush to take home. Only then did she have the opportunity to try drawing some things.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid. I just think you draw very well, and there are quite a few patterns you can try to make."
Aside from the discarded drawings she made, the front of the paper was covered with somewhat immature paintings, clearly showing that she was trying to imitate her paintings.
The first few pieces were copies, but after I became more proficient, they became my own paintings. There were flowers and plants, as well as some small animals, all of which were very cute. Many of the paintings could be used directly.
Upon hearing Jiang Yimian's praise, Zhao Xiaohua suddenly looked up and asked incredulously, "Really?"
She had been drawing these patterns for a long time, and she had been struggling with whether they were suitable for use. If her mother hadn't encouraged her to give it a try, she definitely wouldn't have dared to hand the drawings over.
Jiang Yimian met those bright, sparkling eyes and nodded earnestly. "Really, when have I ever lied to anyone?"
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Zhao Xiaohua's eyes narrowed with joy, and she said with a grin, "It's good that it works, Sister Jiang. I can help you draw patterns in the future. When my mother was doing embroidery, I drew many of the patterns."
They were always grateful that Sister Jiang had allowed them to stay, but they didn't know how to thank her.
She thought that drawing some pretty patterns would make things a little easier for Sister Jiang every day.
Jiang Yimian just smiled and patted Zhao Xiaohua's head. After thinking for a while, she said, "You can come to me anytime when I'm drawing. You can use the paper and ink."
Zhao Xiaohua nodded quickly, her smile so wide her eyes disappeared.
The two drew together in the cubicle. Because she wanted to teach Zhao Xiaohua, Jiang Yimian drew meticulously and would occasionally explain a few words. Zhao Xiaohua listened attentively.
Before they knew it, it was evening, and many people outside had left one after another. Jiang Yimian told Zhao Xiaohua to hurry back as well.
Zhao Xiaohua was still a little reluctant to leave. She glanced at the patterns on the table a few more times before happily leaving with the mute woman.
The two walked briskly, and even from a distance, they could still hear Zhao Xiaohua's laughter.
Jiang Yimian smiled, packed up the blueprints, locked the workshop, and left.
As soon as I walked onto the village path, I saw a black and brown horse galloping towards me.
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