Bai Yueniang's expression changed slightly: "Sister Mo, there's something... I'm not sure if I should say it?"
"Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll take care of it for you." Mo Qingcheng was slightly taken aback, her eyes flashing slightly.
"No, Sister Mo, haven't our greenhouses been getting back on track these past few days? I go for a stroll every now and then, and the women from Zhangjia Village and Liujiawan say..."
"say what?"
"People in Yutang Town say... there are human traffickers... they sell all sorts of people..."
"Men, women, young and old?" Mo Qingcheng perked up; this was definitely not unfounded.
“Hmm, young men are not immune either, especially those from out of town looking for relatives…” Bai Yueniang said thoughtfully, “Sister Mo, could it be that the men are being sold into slavery at the mines?”
"At the mine?"
Amidst the sparks of electricity, Mo Qingcheng recalled Yun Feng's words: she and her younger brother were sold to a mine when they were young, but fortunately their master rescued them...
"Hmm, I heard it's a death pact." Bai Yueniang said worriedly, "Brother Bai..."
"Don't worry, Yue'er, Brother Bai will be safe and back in a while. This is no small matter, so don't listen to rumors and cause trouble..." Mo Qingcheng instructed, "I'm here for you."
"Well, Sister Mo, speaking of making money, I'm thinking of opening a pastry shop..."
"Yes, that's what I know. Once the town is built, we'll open a pastry shop right at our doorstep. Selling land, why not offer a complete service?"
"A dragon? What's that?" Bai Yueniang immediately perked up, her eyes glued to Mo Qingcheng's face, glowing green.
Mo Qingcheng patiently explained, "Let me tell you, the so-called 'one-stop service' is..."
"Oh my, that's wonderful, Sister Mo! How did you grow such a head? I'm so envious." Bai Yueniang patted her forehead after hearing Mo Qingcheng's explanation.
Mo Qingcheng smiled at Bai Yueniang, "I wish you a carefree life..."
Speaking of the snack shop, Mo Qingcheng suddenly had a whimsical idea: why not sell a batch of mooncakes and cakes?
Hehe, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, it's a great time to make money.
Let's do it!
Mo Qingcheng casually wrote down an ingredient list and handed it to Bai Yueniang, asking her to prepare the ingredients.
Bai Yueniang's eyes lit up; Sister Mo was about to come up with another new trick...
Mo Qingcheng pinched the bridge of her nose, took out her notebook, took out a charcoal pencil, and started writing and drawing on the paper.
To make delicious mooncakes, you need an oven and molds.
The oven is made by Master Cheng, and the molds are best made of wood, which is durable and not easy to crack. Most importantly, the molds should be engraved with patterns and characters.
After some thought, Mo Qingcheng drew more than a dozen patterns, admired them with satisfaction, and then went to find her second grandfather.
The second grandfather was flattered and surprised: "Madam Mo, what is this...?"
"Second Grandfather, I have some work to do here. Do you think you can handle it?" Mo Qingcheng smiled awkwardly. Her arrival was rather sudden; perhaps she had frightened the old man?
Second Grandfather breathed a sigh of relief. "Madam Mo, please sit down and talk."
Second Madam quickly poured a glass of water: "Madam Mo, have some water."
"Thank you." Mo Qingcheng sat down, took a sip of water, and handed the blueprints to her second grandfather: "Second grandfather, do you think this model can be made?"
"Let me see..." Second Grandfather took the blueprints with both hands and looked at them carefully.
After a moment, the second grandfather looked troubled: "Madam Mo, the model can be made, but... I'm afraid the patterns on it won't be done well..."
"Madam...may I have a chance?" Li Mancai, the grandson of his second grandfather, spoke up timidly: "I have loved drawing since I was a child, but..." His family is too poor.
The boy, thirteen or fourteen years old, was somewhat frail and looked at Mo Qingcheng with trepidation.
"Xiao Cai, stop fooling around." Second Grandpa was startled, and Second Grandma glared at him as well.
Mo Qingcheng nodded, took out paper and pen from her bag, and handed them to Li Mancai: "Okay."
"Thank you, Madam!"
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