But what's with the one or two taels of silver?
An Manxin gave Liu Xiaoqiao a dry laugh and asked, her heart filled with doubt.
"Sister-in-law, when you came in just now, I think I heard you say something about a job that pays one tael of silver. What's going on?"
When the topic turned to one or two taels of silver, Liu Xiaoqiao's mouth stretched into a wide grin.
"Isn't the store full of people too busy to handle everything? That's why they're planning to call me over to help out. They paid a lot of money to hire me."
One tael of silver a month!
"Only someone as honest and kind as Mancang and his wife would think of such a good thing for me, Liu Xiaoqiao."
"What? One tael of silver?" An Manxin stared wide-eyed at An Mancang in disbelief, and exclaimed.
"Second brother, isn't this a bit too extravagant?"
One tael of silver is no small sum. Who would pay one tael of silver to hire someone to do their work?
That's more than what a carpenter in a shop earns.
Liu Xiaoqiao's face, which had been beaming with joy, suddenly darkened. She glanced at An Manxin and said irritably.
"Manxin, what do you mean by that?"
Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me here?
The couple, Mancang and his wife, are happy with it; why are you making comments?
“The Mancang couple hired me and paid me this much, so they think I’m worth it.” Liu Xiaoqiao blinked her tiger-like eyes, glared at An Manxin, and uttered another sarcastic remark.
"Oh, I get it now. So, you're saying I'm worthless to you?"
An Manxin looked at Liu Xiaoqiao, who was being unreasonable and nagging her, with a sullen expression.
Liu Xiaoqiao's ability to argue and cause trouble is just as good as her mother-in-law's.
Especially when a person stands here, their robust physique and imposing presence are enough to intimidate anyone.
"Sister-in-law, I didn't mean that. Which ordinary woman in our town can earn so much money?"
I'm just stating the facts.
“My aunt is no ordinary person. I invited her to my shop to be the shop's patron saint.” Anle leaned against the counter, propped her chin on one hand, and yawned.
"If any ill-intentioned people want to do something bad to my shop, they'll give up as soon as my aunt stands here."
My aunt is practically the star attraction of my shop; she's worth the price.
Anle smiled and squinted at Liu Xiaoqiao, her voice three parts lazy and seven parts nonchalant.
"Auntie, if you do well in my shop, I'll give you an extra bonus."
If any of those bastards try to cause trouble in my shop, don't hesitate to pick them up and throw them out. I'll take responsibility for anything that happens.
As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at An Manxin, his voice suddenly becoming cold and indifferent.
"No matter which relatives or friends come to my place, don't hold back, just roll up your sleeves and get to work!"
An Manxin's face immediately turned a deep purple; this was clearly a targeted remark directed at her!
When did this little brat become so shrewd and assertive?
It seems her daughter was right.
This little rascal is getting more and more capable. Not only can he cause trouble, but he's also incredibly shrewd!
Liu Xiaoqiao immediately put on a smiling face, her expression changing like a mask being painted—
The way they looked at Anle was exactly like looking at their own little god of wealth, respectful and devout, almost as if they were about to kneel on the ground, prostrate themselves in worship, and stick incense.
"Oh my, Mancang, Qiu Niang, with your tempers, how could you two have given birth to such a fierce child? It's truly a stroke of good luck, you've been blessed by the heavens."
An Manxin flicked her sleeve and said, "Second brother, I'm still busy at the shop, so I'll head back first."
Before An Mancang could say anything, he left with a grim face on his face.
Aunts and uncles?
This little brat is clearly targeting her.
Unable to get any news from An Manxin, the Wu sisters went directly to the grain shop to find her.
"Mom, when are you going to talk to Uncle about what I told you yesterday?"
Just thinking about it makes me angry, and An Manxin suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.
"Don't even mention it. I just got back from your uncle's place this morning, but someone else beat me to it."
My cousin-in-law from my maternal family ruined it.
Forget about helping out in the shop.
That little brat Anle didn't even give me, her aunt, a friendly look; she's wary of me!
Wu Qiaoxin was stunned. She hadn't expected that even with her mother's intervention, the matter couldn't be resolved.
Wu Qiaolan snorted coldly, "Mother, now you see it, don't you? I told you that little brat was quite something."
Wu Qiaoxin looked at An Manxin, whose face was ashen, and patted An Manxin's back reassuringly.
“Mom, we’re of one mind. I know you’re angry, and I’ll definitely find a way to get revenge for you.”
An Manxin took Wu Qiaoxin's hand with a sense of relief. "My daughter knows how to care for people. When you were born, the fortune teller said that we mother and daughter should be of one mind. Your mother's name is also Xin (heart), so I named you Xin. It really was the right choice."
Wu Qiaoxin smiled helplessly, "Mother, what are you saying? Even without the fortune teller's name selection, we are of one mind." As she spoke, her little face paused, her eyes darted around, and an idea came to her.
“Mother, now that you mention it, I have an idea. I suddenly thought of a way.”
"You've come up with a plan? What's it?"
Wu Qiaoxin smiled and whispered a few words in An Manxin's ear, causing An Manxin's slanted eyes to light up.
"Okay, this method is good, this method is excellent."
Wu Qiaolan raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "Big sister, what idea have you come up with this time to get revenge for our mother?"
Wu Qiaoxin smiled.
"My trick is called 'using someone else to do the dirty work.' We only need to put in a little effort and then sit on the sidelines and watch the show."
...
A bite-sized pastry.
The shopkeeper and his assistant stood gloomy behind the counter, while the desolate storefront remained deserted.
Ever since the Paradise Dessert Shop opened across the street, their business has been dismal.
Originally, the people who came to buy pastries from them were all wealthy families, and they relied on wealthy families to make money and do business.
But then the other side snatched away their customers and business.
There were only a few customers occasionally, and they were all small, frugal business owners.
"Shopkeeper, business is really getting harder and harder."
Our town only has so many people and customers to begin with, but now they've all gone to the other side.
Those wealthy and powerful families would rather spend one or two taels of silver to buy those golden pastries across the street than come all the way here to eat our pastries.
We can only sell a few portions each day. If this continues, our pastry business will become a loss-making venture.
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