In order to allow Mu Bai and Xiao He to focus on their training, Mu Jin also freed them up to a great extent in farm work.
The job of picking up eggs was assigned to the children running around in the village. They were paid one penny for every ten eggs they picked up.
When the children heard about this good thing, they signed up enthusiastically.
The chicken pen on the mountain is large, the chickens are running around everywhere, the children are full of energy, looking for eggs all over the mountain
With so many children, each of them could earn four or five coins a day. They happily went to the peddler to buy candy. Some children gave most of it to their families.
The beekeeping area is also very large, and Mujin assigns these jobs to the disabled or elderly couples in the village.
Divide the area, let them manage their own area, and give them monthly allowance to ensure their basic living
There is also a reward plan. Every month, whoever raises the best honey will receive an extra monthly salary.
This has stimulated the competitiveness of these people, and they have tried their best to manage their own breeding areas.
The fruit trees on the mountain have also borne fruit, and some of the quickly ripening fruits have been picked by hibiscus.
Since they couldn’t finish eating them, Mujin found a way to make them into preserved fruits and jams as rewards for the children who came back from collecting eggs.
The children also like to hang around Mu Jin. Sister Mu is pretty and kind. She not only gives them money for picking up eggs, but also gives them delicious food they have never eaten before.
Mu Jin was alone with her child and had nothing to do, so she took the fruit to the village entrance to sell.
Taoyuan Village is close to the official road. In addition to farming, the villagers spend the rest of their time setting up stalls around the official road, selling herbal tea or opening restaurants for people to rest.
Some people even put their own snacks and candies on the roadside for sale.
Mu Jin is a Buddhist seller. She was bored, so she found a place to do something and chat with the villagers. She lived a very pleasant life.
The hibiscus fruit is good in appearance, juicy and tasty. Passersby and caravans like it very much and will buy one or two to try.
Because it is difficult to preserve on the road, people also buy preserved fruits made from hibiscus to eat.
The fruit stall became famous, and the stalls of the surrounding villagers became more lively.
Word spread quickly, and dozens of miles outside the capital, someone was selling delicious fruit, attracting many people to come and buy fruit.
Mu Jin wanted to be lazy, but the business was so good that she didn't even have a chance to take a break.
After persisting for half a month, Mu Jin gave up. I thought that people would gradually reduce their appetite after the novelty wore off.
As a result, more and more, I wanted to stop.
But there are too many fruits and there is no place to put them. The space cannot be used to its full potential, so the fruit stall still has to be set up.
But he didn't want to haggle with those people anymore, so he hired a woman in the village who was good at talking to him to set up a stall for him.
The woman we invited was called Mrs. Liu. She was efficient, straightforward, and good at talking.
Mujin originally wanted to give Liu's wife a monthly allowance, but Liu's wife was obviously more capable.
Knowing the bad nature of these people, they often inflate the price and then sell it at the original price after some bargaining.
Every day when she reports to Mu Jin, she is always surprised by Liu's business ability.
Seeing that Liu's sales ability was so good, Mu Jin no longer just gave Liu a fixed monthly salary, but also gave her a commission.
After a while, Mrs. Liu felt that it was too troublesome and told Mu Jin a better idea.
"Sister, just tell me how much you want your fruit to cost. I'll add a little extra to your price, but not less than your base price. You'll take yours, and I'll take mine."
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