Qin Baiyi also didn't understand why Mo Qianshang seemed to always exude something he couldn't comprehend.
She was always busy and had endless things to do, but he never saw her look frustrated. It was as if in her eyes, there was no problem that couldn't be solved and frustration was useless.
Qin Baiyi watched quietly, trying to find a word to describe the feeling, but she always felt that it was not quite right.
She seemed to radiate an ever-present vitality, drawing people in irresistibly, making them want to gaze upon her, to get closer, as if looking at her would transport them to a different world.
By the time Mo Qianshang finished her work, it was almost evening. Although Chang Fei brought her water several times, she still cried until her throat was burning and it hurt terribly.
Chang Fei felt ashamed. He had been working in this grain store since he could remember, yet he was not as good at selling goods as Mo Qianshang, who had only been there for a few months.
He recalled his father saying when he was a child that a true businessman should be able to sell whatever he has in his own way, rather than only selling what he knows.
He didn't understand it at first, and later, when he inherited the grain store and started living a routine life, he understood it even less.
Looking at Lady Mo today, he suddenly understood.
The grain store clerk helped pack the stall into the car, and Mo Qianshang sat in the car, still not recovered.
"Master, please take Lady Mo home!"
As Mo Qianshang sat in the car, the stall owners around her greeted her: "Hey, Boss Mo, are you coming again tomorrow?"
Mo Qianshang smiled and said, "Of course we'll come. Who sets up a stall for just one day?"
After saying goodbye to Chang Fei, the donkey cart gradually drove away, and Mo Qianshang sat on it, only then did the fatigue of the day come over her.
The streets were crowded with people, and the donkey cart could only move slowly along the street. Mo Qianshang looked at the roadside stalls and wondered if she could change the way she set up the stalls tomorrow.
She observed the streets, shops, and pedestrians, and soon realized that this was not a thriving commercial society; ordinary people bought things simply to meet their basic living needs.
Their shopping wasn't for leisure or strolling; it was extremely purposeful.
Mo Qianshang rested her chin on her hand and suddenly noticed two wooden buckets on the ground of a stall.
"Hey? Master, wait a minute!"
The area was full of shops selling vegetables and meat. Mo Qianshang got out of the car and looked down at the bucket. Sure enough, there were live fish inside.
This really surprised her, especially since the fish was quite large!
The stall was run by a boy who looked to be only ten years old. His clothes were patched upon patched, his trousers were rolled up, and his straw sandals were worn out. But his hands and body looked clean, and his eyes were bright.
Seeing Mo Qianshang approaching, he looked up with a smile: "Madam, are you looking to buy fish?"
Mo Qianshang nodded, recognizing the fish in the bucket as an old man fish. In her previous life, this fish had lived in the north and was extremely resilient.
Winters in Northeast China are cold, and lakes and other bodies of water freeze completely. These fish are frozen inside all winter, but they come back to life the following spring when the weather warms up. Therefore, they are also called "resurrection fish" and are typical northern fish.
"Did you catch these fish yourself?"
The young man nodded, then shook his head: "It's mine."
Mo Qianshang's system has all kinds of fish she wants to eat. It was just a casual question, but now she raised her eyebrows slightly.
Did you raise them yourself?
She wasn't interested in the fish, but she became interested in the young man: "How many fish have you kept alive?"
The young man didn't know why she asked this. In her eyes, Mo Qianshang was a well-dressed lady from a wealthy family who was also too beautiful. He didn't dare to look her in the eye when he spoke.
"Starting this year, there have been about a hundred or so..."
Mo Qianshang thought for a moment and then asked, "Who else is in your family?"
The young man was even more bewildered by the question: "My parents are gone, and I have two younger sisters and a younger brother."
He wasn't very old, and his younger siblings were probably around the same age as Heming and the others. Mo Qianshang frowned: "Your younger siblings rely on you to sell fish to support them?"
He shook his head: "I won't sell anymore once the fish are sold out. I'll go up the mountain to collect firewood to sell, and I'll farm for other people..."
Mo Qianshang understood; he didn't own any land either.
She raised her hand to interrupt him: "I'll offer you a job that can support your whole family, will you take it?"
Without waiting for the young man's reply, he said, "If you're interested, get in the car and come with me."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone suddenly appeared beside her. Mo Qianshang turned her head in surprise and looked at Qin Baiyi, who had appeared: "Huh? What are you doing here?"
Qin Baiyi looked at her, then glanced at the young man selling fish: "You've come to buy something. What about you? Aren't you going home yet?"
Mo Qianshang tilted her head and gestured to her donkey cart: "Aren't we just about to go back?"
The young man looked at the two people in front of him. Standing together, they seemed to be from another world. Although they were wearing veils so his face couldn't be seen, he could tell that they were not ordinary people.
In that instant, he suddenly realized that this was probably an opportunity given to him by heaven, and the kind of opportunity that others talked about, an opportunity that one might only encounter once in a lifetime...
"My...my wife, I'll go with you!"
Mo Qianshang was pleasantly surprised: "Really? Okay, let's move the fish to the car, and you can get in too. We'll go back together. By the way, what's your name?"
"Liao Ping, my name is Liao Ping."
Liao Ping rode in a horse-drawn carriage all the way to Dongshan Village.
"This isn't where I live, but I own a lot of land here. Wait for me."
Everyone got out of the car. Mo Qianshang stopped in front of the village chief's house. When the village chief saw her, he thought something had happened.
"Village chief, is there any vacant land in our village? It doesn't need to be for farming, I want to dig a pond."
Mo Qianshang didn't specify that it was a fishpond, which confused the village chief. He didn't know why they wanted to dig a pond in the village. But Mo Qianshang was now a big shot in their village. If she wanted to buy land, who in the village would object?
"Come on, I'll take you to see it?"
The village chief led them to see the land, and on the way, he brought up another matter with Mo Qianshang: "By the way, Mo Niangzi, there are a few families in the village who want to plant some of your potatoes. Do you think it's feasible? If you have time, could you tell the villagers about it?"
The villagers wanted to grow potatoes, not to sell them. After all, Mo Qianshang had planted so many potatoes on such a large scale that even if there were buyers in the surrounding villages, they wouldn't get a chance.
They simply saw that potatoes could sustain them, and most importantly, their grain production was astonishing. If they planted them, at least no one in their family would starve.
Mo Qianshang had no objection: "Okay, I understand. I will tell Aunt Shen later and let her make the arrangements."
Village Chief Zhao was overjoyed: "That's wonderful! Now everyone in the village has work to do, all thanks to you for buying the village's land!"
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