A month after waking up, Shen Qingyu secretly stepped on the scale and found that her weight had already reached 140 pounds.
At this point, even Shen Qingyu herself could no longer tolerate it.
I can't get any fatter.
My mother was right: regardless of whether a man's heart changes or not, you must first learn to cherish yourself.
She doesn't want to fall ill young, end up with a host of underlying health conditions, and have an unhappy life.
So Shen Qingyu decisively gave up staple foods.
To be honest, my weight has stopped skyrocketing and has basically stabilized.
Every day, I make braised dishes, tend to bean sprouts, and then, under the protection of a group of imperial guards, I go to check on the chili peppers and soybeans planted by the refugees...
Her busy schedule turned her into a sturdy, overweight woman weighing 140 pounds...
Looking at her bulky chest, Shen Qingyu felt helpless: She was indeed fat in the right places, but wouldn't this affect her walking and vision?
She swayed wildly as she walked, not to mention that she was tired. She had caught Qi Yunxiao spying on her with burning eyes several times!
Unfortunately, it's not easy to reprimand someone for this kind of thing.
Ms. Zhao Yuzhu exclaimed, "Thankfully, my face was saved; it didn't break out like you described..."
Shen Qingyu: "Hehehe..."
If she were to truly degrade herself back to the way she was when she first arrived, Shen Qingyu herself would despise herself.
So I still insist on washing my face with the spring water to keep it fair, smooth, and rosy.
Yu Qiao went back. It is said that Cheng Ping was sent back, his back was beaten to a pulp again. Although he was sent back, he seemed to have lost his soul, staying at home and absent-minded.
Fortunately, the Qian family knew that Cheng Ping was no ordinary person, so they didn't give him a hard time and still served him attentively and meticulously.
Sweet potatoes have finally reached harvest season.
The sweet potato starch workshop, which has already been renovated, is about to start operation.
The village head was a little nervous: this was the first time the whole village had been mobilized, and he was worried that there might be something he hadn't considered.
Shen Qingyu smiled and reviewed the situation with him.
General Human Resources: Uncle Lizheng, responsible for recruiting and assigning positions to all people who come to work at the sweet potato starch workshop.
General purchasing: Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua, responsible for inspecting and weighing sweet potatoes.
Statistics and accounting: Shen Shitou, Wen Jin, Da Bao, Xiao Bao.
Nine-year-old Shen Shitou and eight-year-old Wen Jin, along with Da Bao and Xiao Bao, who were not yet seven years old, had all learned to read and do arithmetic from Xue Juzheng and Wen Che, so keeping accounts and calculating were no problem for them.
It can also help cultivate children's sense of responsibility.
Total Sales: Qi Yunxiao.
He has a sales network, through which sweet potato noodles can quickly spread across the country.
And then there's Shen Qingyu, the boss who's in charge, who solves whatever problems arise.
What's there to be afraid of?
After listening to Shen Qingyu's logical analysis, the village head stopped worrying for a moment: "You're right, I took this matter too seriously. They've asked me about it privately..."
Although Shen Qingyu used to make a lot of money, it was ultimately because she had a monopoly on the business, and she didn't hire many people.
But now this sweet potato flour workshop is related to the income of the whole village, so who can not pay attention to it?
As the sweet potatoes grew bigger, the villagers dared not ask Shen Qingyu directly, but instead secretly went to ask the village head: Now that the sweet potatoes have grown, does Qingyu's word still count?
Shen Qingyu understood, waved his hand, and laughed heartily, "Tomorrow! We'll start harvesting sweet potatoes tomorrow!"
In no time, the whole village was filled with people digging sweet potatoes.
After a thorough search, the migrants from the back mountain now come to Shenjia Village to buy and sell things, exchanging goods and services. They are very envious when they see the villagers digging sweet potatoes, saying they are ten coins a pound.
This stuff has a much higher yield than soybeans and chili peppers.
If they could also grow sweet potatoes and get the same price, wouldn't that be even better?
Shen Qingyu didn't mind: "If you want to plant sweet potatoes, that's for next year. It's past the season this year. Besides, I'm just starting out, so I don't dare to harvest too many at once."
The displaced people could only drink their porridge while openly expressing their envy.
Seeing that everyone had gone to dig sweet potatoes, Shen Qingyu began to train people in various positions.
Shen Dasong and Xiao Taohua were the first to enter the sweet potato market and underwent training.
"The sweet potatoes must be washed clean. Just put them in a bamboo basket; wooden basins or buckets won't work because they contain water..."
After a training session, Shen Qingyu looked at Xiao Taohua, who had a serious expression on her face, and asked, "Tell me, what would you do if someone brought you unwashed sweet potatoes?"
Xiao Taohua immediately replied, "No, I won't accept it."
"What if this person helped you when you were in trouble?"
Xiao Taohua: "..."
She was an honest person and couldn't lie; she genuinely didn't know what to do in this situation.
Shen Qingyu glanced at her, but didn't press her: "If someone brings you sweet potatoes that haven't been washed properly, you must not accept them. If you do accept them..."
Xiao Taohua was so startled by Shen Qingyu's pause that her heart jumped into her throat, and she dared not breathe.
"Then you'll have to be responsible for washing it clean."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Taohua breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I understand."
Shen Qingyu glanced at Shen Dasong again: "You're in charge of the final quality control. You need to know that if the sweet potatoes are ground into a paste with mud and sand, the resulting sweet potato noodles might contain sand."
"If wealthy people find sand or grit in their sweet potato noodles, our reputation will be ruined!"
"Since you've chosen to do it, you have to help me manage this step well..."
After Shen Qingyu finished speaking, Shen Dasong nodded and replied in a deep voice, "Don't worry, boss, I will take it seriously."
The sweet potatoes arrived quickly.
Everyone was stunned to see a huge basket of copper coins on the scale!
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