Long Yuan's lips twitched; this little guy really knows how to say anything.
Just then, several little ones returned from outside the door.
When Su Mingxuan saw his younger sister eating something on the table, he smelled a delicious aroma and went over to the table.
Su Muyao couldn't help but find it amusing to watch her little sister so longingly, her eyes practically drooling.
"You little glutton, I've prepared everything for you."
He then opened all the hot pot boxes next to him, including tripe flavor, meatball flavor, and beef flavor.
Upon opening it, Long Yuan discovered that these things appeared to be alive, and were things he had never seen before.
Intrigued, I watched as Su Muyao added some water to the pot.
It wasn't long after the cover was put up that hot smoke started to rise.
Everyone was shocked. "Little sister, are you a fairy?"
Su Muyao playfully pinched her brother's nose: "I also want to be a fairy, but unfortunately I'm not."
Su Mingxuan looked puzzled and continued to ask, "Then why is it smoking when you didn't use firewood to heat the water?"
"Well, that's a long story..."
That's not magic; you'll understand when you grow up.
The mischievous boys nodded vigorously, then looked expectantly at the fresh food on the table that was already bubbling and steaming.
Long Yuan didn't want to leave anymore; he really wanted to try this magical thing.
Su Muyao naturally noticed this as well, and after returning to her room, she brought out a few more boxes and handed them to Long Yuan.
"You're so smart, you should already know how to do it, here's some for you to eat."
Long Yuan looked at the shell, which he didn't know what it was made of, and the powder inside that looked like noodles but wasn't.
And those round little things, I don't even know what they are, they look so delicious (●°u°●) 」
After Long Yuan returned with several large boxes of things, he cooked two portions according to Su Muyao's instructions and ate them happily by himself.
This made Shadow One and Shadow Two, who were standing to the side, extremely anxious.
This stuff smells so good, but our master won't even let them have a taste.
If Long Yuan knew that his subordinates thought this way, he would definitely say that he himself was not good enough.
As time passed, the only large workshop in the surrounding area was completed in full swing.
Next came the selection process for each household, and Su Muyao asked each household to send one person.
In addition, some of the more mature children were selected as helpers.
These children are basically not in school, since there are very few families in the village who send their children to school.
Su Muyao organized these children to go up the mountain to collect soapberries, which was paid on a piece-rate basis, with more work resulting in more pay.
Some children start collecting things as soon as it's light and don't return until their families pick them up around noon.
Basically, within half a day, two baskets of soapberries would be full, which would then be transported back by family members.
After lunch, the children would gather together again and continue until it was almost dark, when their families would arrive early and they would go home together.
Gradually, all the children in the village joined in, but Su Muyao also made it clear beforehand that she would not accept anyone, good or bad.
Actually, there's no need to remind these children at all; the adults in their families have already given them countless instructions.
After bringing it back, we'll pick and choose again, removing any that are even slightly damaged.
The workers in the workshop were all from the village and knew each other well, so they basically became workers after signing a contract.
These workers only need to work nine hours a day. It must be said that before these workers started their jobs, Su Muyao taught them how to tell time and gave them simple training.
We might call on these workers again later, but we'll have to take it slowly.
All workers were treated equally, each receiving 30 coins per day.
The children in the village who collect soap pods earn more each day than their parents do.
Of course, Su Muyao also explained to these people that the workshop staff would be considered formal employees in the future.
In other words, even if the workshop has no work in the future, they will still receive a minimum wage.
Moreover, each position is relatively easy, with a daily wage of 30 yuan and meals provided.
Even if you work in town, you won't get such a high salary. Even if you get thirty or forty coins a day, you have to work from before dawn until it's completely dark.
On their first day of work, the villagers discovered that the Su family was truly generous. When they arrived at the workshop at 7:30 in the morning, they first drank a bowl of rice porridge and ate an egg before starting their work.
The rice porridge was thick, and there were several kinds of pickled vegetables on the side, along with a large bowl of white sugar.
If you like salty food, add some pickled vegetables; if you like sweet food, add some sugar.
We hadn't been working long when it was 11:30, and we had lunch again. The standard lunch consisted of one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and a soup, with steamed buns and rice until we were full.
At home, they usually eat corn porridge or cornbread made from mixed grains.
Nowadays, working here not only earns you wages, but also provides such good food, and most importantly, unlimited white rice and white flour.
On their first day of work, their lunch consisted of braised pork, stir-fried sweet potato leaves with garlic, and steamed eggs.
The villagers were used to living in poverty, and they basically didn't eat the braised pork, steamed eggs, or the boiled egg they had in the morning.
I plan to take some back for my son to treat himself, since in this kind of year we might not get to eat eggs even once every ten days or two weeks, let alone meat.
When they returned at 5:30 pm, the sun was still high in the sky, and they had already finished work and gone home.
Su Muyao also noticed the problem, so she changed it to two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup.
I specifically told the cook that the soup should either have some egg or some meat, or if all else fails, it should be pork rib soup.
After all, he had to work, so he naturally wouldn't let the villagers suffer. Right now, whether it was the soap and barley wine he was already producing, the income was quite considerable. He wasn't going to be the kind of exploitative person who would exploit others.
In just one month, everyone in the village had noticeably gained weight.
This made several other surrounding villages envious, and many people came to inquire about the news, hearing that the children could earn about 100 coins a day by picking soap pods.
Those people were even more envious, and Su Muyao allowed children from several nearby villages to come and collect soap pods.
However, the price they charged was slightly lower than the price they charged the children in the village.
When the news was first released, many families were very happy, but there were always a few bad apples.
These people thought the Su family was easy to bully, so they came to their door to cause trouble.
No sooner had the Su family opened their doors than several women from the neighboring village, each with their children, arrived at the Su family's door with resentful expressions.
"Hey, old man Su, you're such an old man, how can you be so clueless about social etiquette?"
Old Su had just finished breakfast and was about to go out to the workshop to see if there was anything he could do to help when he was blocked at his door by a group of old ladies.
What do you mean by this?
"Oh my, it's one thing that your little lucky star doesn't understand social etiquette, but you're such a grown-up and you don't even understand the most basic principle of treating everyone equally?"
Old Man Su couldn't understand, but Old Lady Su could tell what these old women meant.
As soon as the commotion outside started, Grandma Su quickly put down her unfinished bowl and chopsticks and went to the door.
"Oh my, isn't this Peach Blossom's mother? What, trying to extort money from my house?"
"Don't talk nonsense. Why would my grandson's soapberries, which he painstakingly carried from the mountains over there, be cheaper than those in your village?"
Another elderly woman nearby quickly chimed in, "Yes, we carried it all the way here."
"I'm not saying we should charge more than the kids in your village, but we should at least pay the same, right? How come we're actually getting less?"
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