Sweet potato noodles are not difficult to make, but since the villagers are new to it, some problems are inevitable, and Village Chief Li personally supervises them.
The same goes for Meng and Aunt Qin. In addition to watching people work, they also have to calculate their wages, which are paid daily and never delayed.
Aunt Qin's side is alright, after all, they are all villagers and know about things in their own village, but it's different with Meng's side.
"Hey, did you guys see that? How come Dingshui Village is so good at making money?"
"You bet! How could anyone come up with the idea of grinding sweet potatoes into powder and then making them into noodles? What kind of brain do they have?"
"Don't talk nonsense. I heard it was the princess's idea. She wanted to find a way for us to make money so that the people in the surrounding villages could live a better life."
“I don’t like hearing that. If she really wanted us to have a better life, why didn’t she hand over the task of making vermicelli to our village? I’ve never seen any of these tools before, and I wouldn’t know how to do it even if I just tried. I’d only be earning a meager living…”
"How dare you talk like that? They're trying to help us out of kindness, and you're trying to steal their jobs? You're the epitome of an ingrate!"
"Stop arguing, or the person in charge will hear you..."
The women recruited from other villages whispered among themselves as they worked, thinking they wouldn't be overheard, but Meng heard them all.
Meng was so angry she almost vomited blood. She gulped down several mouthfuls of water in the room before spitting out a curse, "Pah! What kind of people are they? Ah Zheng's wife kindly asked them to make money, and they actually said such things? I'm firing them tomorrow!"
"Why are you getting angry with them?" Chen Shao's father poured more tea for Aunt Qin. "The more they act like this, the more we need to show them. They can only watch. Anyway, those tools were all made by Grandpa Jiang and his men. Only the people in our village know how to make them. Let them be green with envy."
Aunt Qin felt a little better after hearing this, and immediately stood up and said, "No, I have to keep an eye on them, make sure they don't steal any more vermicelli..."
Chen Shao's father looked at his energetic wife and shook his head helplessly. However, he was also very proud. After all, out of so many people in the village, only his wife and the village chief's wife were in charge. Recently, the villagers had become much more polite to him.
Hehe, this feels really good!
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