"Madam Mo, why does this pastry taste a little different from the ones sold in the shop?"
“Brother Village Chief, you may not know this, but this snack is a family recipe passed down through generations in Yue’er’s family. It’s not for sale.” Mo Qingcheng saw through Li Changgeng’s thoughts at a glance and smiled awkwardly.
Next year, the village will be undergoing major construction. Since Yue Niang has this skill, she can take on apprentices and manage the business like an assembly line. She's sure to make a fortune.
Li Changgeng felt a little disappointed; a great opportunity to make money had slipped through his fingers...
Upon hearing this, everyone had different thoughts, but their actions were faster than their thoughts. They all picked up the pastries and began to taste them.
It's truly a delicacy, soft and chewy with a subtle aroma that lingers on the lips and teeth.
Someone ate a piece, still wanting more, and reached out to take a second piece, but others remained unmoved, quietly withdrawing their hand and scratching their head instead.
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile: "If you like it, have an extra piece. Let's discuss it right now..."
The next second, hands reached into the plate, and the snacks were snatched up in no time, leaving Liu Cuihua and Third Grandma heartbroken.
Such delicious snacks, they can only eat one a day at most...
Getting back to the main point, Shangguan Yichen sat to the side and began taking notes. This was Mo Qingcheng's request; as the eldest son, he needed to cultivate a sense of family responsibility from a young age.
The young boy didn't feel anything was wrong; on the contrary, he was eager to try. With his father gone, he was the man who held the family together, and it was only right that he do so.
Bai Yueniang looked on with envy. Sister Mo was a good teacher, and the children had a deep bond with her and their skills were improving day by day.
Li Changgeng and the others were astonished. Their own children barely knew any characters, yet the lady's children could record everything.
Sure enough, all the good kids belong to other people.
Mo Qingcheng was very pleased with the villagers' recognition; all her hard work had finally paid off. However, the interests involved in the greenhouse would grow larger and larger, so handing it over to Yue'er in the future would nip any potential problems in the bud.
“Village Chief Li, we need to think this through carefully. We need to agree on three rules. If everyone thinks it’s appropriate, then participate. If not, then find another job.”
Li Changgeng was slightly taken aback: "Of course, this is a secret of our Nanping Village, the foundation of our existence. We can't let outsiders or those with ulterior motives take advantage of it..."
Mo Qingcheng nodded: "Village Chief Li is absolutely right. First, anyone who wants to participate in the greenhouse project must sign a confidentiality agreement; anyone who leaks the secrets will be compensated a hundredfold. Second, anyone who contributes five taels of silver or more can participate in profit sharing, settled every six months. Third, without my consent, no one may sell the products outside."
The crowd erupted in uproar, and someone immediately jumped out to object.
"Madam Mo, the first few points are fine, but isn't the third one a bit too unreasonable? Are we just going to watch them starve to death?"
"Exactly! The labor belongs to everyone, but you're keeping all the benefits for yourself. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"
"Madam Mo, I never expected you to be this kind of person?"
"Hmph, fine, I don't care if I don't participate."
Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly: "Everyone, it's voluntary."
The two stood up, their eyes filled with dissatisfaction, turned and strode away.
"Hey, you guys..." Li Changgeng tried to stop them, but was met with disdain, so he had no choice but to shut up.
Mo Qingcheng did not insist: "Since I have sincerely invited you all to join, I will naturally not treat you unfairly, so as to prevent anyone from having ulterior motives and harming everyone's interests."
"Madam Mo, how many taels of silver do you receive each month?"
Someone took the lead and asked the question that everyone cared about most: making money is the most important thing, no matter what.
Mo Qingcheng held out her hand: "As long as you're willing to work hard, you'll get at least two taels a month... not including bonuses, except for the first month, of course..."
Pairs of eyes, glowing with a green light, were glued to Mo Qingcheng's face, their hearts pounding wildly. Two ounces a month?
OMG, I'm rich...
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