Jiang Sheng was awakened by her own confusion. She opened her eyes with a yawn and saw a dark, wet area with a few small yellow sesame seeds.
Huh, drooling and eye boogers.
Even though it was her own, Jiang Sheng still turned her head away with disdain, looking inside in the sunlight. She saw a rather simple little house, pastries from Jiuzhenfang on the table, simple cotton clothes, and unadorned cloth shoes with layered soles.
Suddenly, she realized that this was not the Jiang family home, but a small courtyard house.
This is her home.
Overwhelmed with joy, she slipped on her cloth shoes with thick soles, put on her cotton dress, and with her hair in crooked braids, rushed into the front yard.
The eldest brother has already gone to the Imperial Academy, the second brother is doing business, and the fourth brother is consulting on patients.
Only Chang Yan was lying on the table, blowing gently, sending up a flurry of wood chips.
Noticing the commotion, he turned around and saw the chubby girl who had gone from a noble lady to her original self overnight. He couldn't help but laugh. "You're awake. Your aunt left you some food. Your second brother said he's going to check out the workshop and left Jiang Sanzai with you."
Jiang Sheng was quite indignant. "What are you laughing at? You're always doing nothing but playing with wood. Order me two stools later, small ones."
This way, the aunts won't have to squat down so hard when they're dividing the lychees.
Chang Yan clasped his hands together and said solemnly, "Yes, sister."
After saying that, the two of them couldn't help but laugh.
After washing up and having breakfast, Jiang Sheng prepared to head to the workshop.
Before that, she needed to fix her messy hair.
In the past, Aunt Zhang would help out, and the Jiang family had their own maids. Now, only... Jiang San and Chang Yan are left.
The two boys looked at each other and politely defered to one another.
“Young master, come here. You can even carve wood, you can definitely do it too.” Jiang San flashed his bright white teeth.
After a long pause, Chang Yan said, "Your third brother always praised you for being skillful and clever. You must have improved a lot over the years."
Damn, he's good with his hands, he's good at fighting, not at braiding hair!
But since Changyan was the host, Jiang San could only stand behind Jiang Sheng with a stiff upper lip, clumsily pick up the wooden comb, and then untie the original braid.
The owner of the braid gasped several times at this step alone.
When he started combing his hair, he started grinning and grimacing.
"Third Brother Jiang," Jiang Sheng said with a resentful tone, "this is a human head, not a donkey's tail."
Even a donkey will kick if you hurt it.
It flew two miles in one leap.
Jiang San felt extremely guilty. "Miss, it's all my fault. I was too clumsy. I'll be gentler and more careful."
But the consequence of being so careful was that after combing for a long time, only half a strand of hair was combed.
Jiang Sheng gave up, "How about we just leave it like this? When I was a beggar, I often didn't comb my hair, it's okay."
That's why beggars are dirty, disheveled, and frightening, making people want to stay away from them.
Now that she's no longer a beggar, there's no reason for her to continue looking disheveled.
Chang Yan frowned, but still took the comb from Jiang San's hand and patiently and gently combed through her hair, then clumsily tied it into a small bun.
Because of a lack of experience, the two meatballs were of vastly different sizes, making a huge difference.
Changyan expressed dissatisfaction, so she took her hair apart again, divided it into roughly equal sections, tied it up again, and then tied it back up.
After two or three rounds, the boy's technique became noticeably more skilled, and the differences in the size of the dumplings became smaller and smaller.
Jiang San presented her with a hair tie, which she used to tie Xiao Wanzi up, and cleverly left a section hanging down her ear.
A breeze blew, causing the hair tie to flutter. It wasn't exactly stunning, but it had a unique kind of liveliness.
"I never expected that the Fifth Young Master would have such skills." Jiang San was stunned. "If I had known, I wouldn't have gone up there. I just pulled out a lot of the girl's hair for nothing."
Yes, who would have thought?
Chang Yan watched the little girl admiring herself and her confidence in carving six little figures grew. "You guys go ahead and get busy, remember to come back for dinner."
The carriage carried the master and servant to the workshop, where they met up with Zheng Ruqian.
In the quiet second courtyard, only Chang Yan remained, intently fiddling with his carving knife.
In fact, the siblings built a total of three workshops.
There are two preserved meat workshops, one in Fengjing and the other in Anshui County. There is also a noodle workshop that supplies Youranju. Although the price is not cheap, the head manager is quite capable and can sell dozens of kilograms every month.
The three workshops together employed more than forty long-term and short-term workers, all of whom were women.
Especially in the white noodle workshop, the workers were all divorced women, usually with young daughters, struggling to make a living. If Jiang Sheng hadn't generously provided food and lodging, they might have taken their children and committed suicide by drowning.
Not everyone in this world is grateful, nor is everyone kind, but most normal people are often grateful for a helping hand that pulls them out of the mud.
Every time Jiang Sheng visited, she was welcomed by her aunts and uncles, who fed her all sorts of pastries and even things that they themselves were reluctant to eat or use.
Everyone knows that Dongjia is a lovely little girl with a round face and a sweet smile.
When Zheng Ruqian stepped inside, all the workers remained on guard, silent, and even used their bodies to shield the white noodles they were making.
"Zhao Ying, who is this?" The slightly plump woman shouted. "The master has treated you very well. There are some things you can do, and some things you can't do."
“Yes, Zhaoying, you mustn’t lead Daya astray,” another, thinner woman reminded her.
This is also an advantage of unified management—everyone eats and lives together, so they know each other very well. If anyone has any ulterior motives, they can immediately report it to the employer.
Zheng Ruqian was in a good mood when a large broom slammed down in front of him.
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