After a busy day and finishing the last batch of longevity cakes, Chen Wei got up to close the shop.
Seeing this, Pan Xi, who had just sat down, quickly stood up and said cautiously, "Manager Chen... the sun hasn't even set yet, and we're closing so early?"
"Making longevity cakes isn't tiring at all. In fact, I can still keep doing it."
Pan Xi finally found a place that would hire her. Here she didn't have to do heavy work, she just had to stay quietly in the kitchen and make longevity cakes. This kind of life was something she had never dared to imagine before.
She truly regarded this place as her home, and she couldn't help but feel anxious when she saw Chen Wei closing the door so early.
How much money will you lose from making longevity cakes if you close the shop so early?
Chen Wei closed the door and patiently explained to her:
"Even if we don't close, people who come to buy longevity cakes can only buy them the next day. Longevity cakes are about freshness and taste, and we absolutely cannot sell food that has been left overnight."
"Reputation is the most important thing when opening a store. We cannot ignore the most important reputation for the sake of immediate money."
"Panxi, Xiangrong, come and look at the registration book."
Chen Wei put the registration book and the account book on the table for the two to see. She used Arabic numerals to record accounts, which she had learned during the previous training.
Zhao Xiangrong frowned as he looked at the tadpole-shaped font on the account book.
This word?
She doesn't know him.
To be precise, there has never been such a number in this dynasty.
"You two sit down and let me tell you something."
"This is Arabic numerals. Look, this is one..." Chen Wei simply taught it again. Pan Xi had already learned it, and learning it again would deepen his impression.
Zhao Xiangrong could read a few simple words, and after Chen Wei's careful explanation, he suddenly understood.
She raised her head in horror and looked at Chen Wei with admiration.
"Weiwei, it's very convenient to count like this, and it's easier to understand."
"Where on earth did you learn this counting method? Whenever I was at the Marquis's Mansion and I was settling accounts with the Madam, I always needed an abacus. Without it, I couldn't even reconcile the accounts."
"This, this doesn't even require an abacus..."
This novel algorithm is amazing.
This gave Zhao Xiangrong the illusion that he could reconcile the accounts without an abacus.
Chen Wei smiled and poured water for the two of them. Pan Xi took it flattered and quickly said, "Shopkeeper Chen, I should be the one to pour it. Please let me do it next time."
"Panxi, you don't have to be so cautious. Here, as long as you do your job well, the rest of the time you are free."
"And just call me Miss Shen."
Pan Xi was used to being cautious, and she couldn't change her humble mentality for a while, but she remembered all the good things in her heart, and couldn't help but whispered: "Miss Chen, thank you..."
"I never thought that one day I would be able to read."
"When I was married, I was at my husband's house... I had no time to rest. I had to do all the work. If I did it well or not, I would be scolded and beaten. I didn't know what to do..."
Talking and talking.
Pan Xi's eyes were red.
Chen Wei knew how hard life was for women in this era. The daughters of powerful and wealthy families were the golden maidens in the mansions, full of feminine virtues and tolerance.
The wives of ordinary people are the oxen of the family. Not only do they have to wash clothes and cook, but they also have to give birth to and raise children. They may just give birth to a child today and need to go to the fields to work tomorrow.
A glint of pity flashed in Chen Wei's eyes, and he comforted her, "Keep working hard. The past is over, and things will get better and better in the future."
"If there's still time after closing time, I'll teach you how to read and write."
When Pan Xi and Zhao Xiangrong heard that Chen Wei wanted to teach them to read and write, they both nodded in emotion.
Zhao Xiangrong was even more excited. She knew how important it was to read and write. It could not only make her a better person, but also broaden her horizons and help her know more.
The concubines in the mansion could not even read or write, and only the lady understood poetry, books and writing.
She also envied Qin Shuyu for having such a good family background, being respected by all the servants in the mansion, being able to speak eloquently, manage accounts, and manage such a large mansion.
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