Buddha's Light
Without further ado, Meng Yan immediately pulled everyone aside for a small meeting.
The sunlight scorched the ground, and a small insect crawled out from the shade, slowly swaying onto the cracked earth. It paused for a moment, then scrambled back.
"Can someone please take the paper and pen?" "I'll go!"
With everyone's continuous improvement, the team saw boundless hope in just a few lines of text.
"First, limited sales, making things valuable due to scarcity; second, time-limited sales, selling the mechanisms only during certain periods; third, on-demand modification, refining the mechanisms according to customer needs; fourth, pre-sale of the right to use new mechanisms, first come, first served; fifth, cooperation with others, with profits distributed proportionally."
The first two are similar to the ice furnace; everyone here is a seasoned expert in mechanical engineering, so creating the finished product from the blueprints shouldn't be a problem, and the price can be set a little lower. The third and fourth require redesign and multiple tests; the process is complex, difficult, time-consuming, and labor-intensive, so the price can be set higher. As for the fifth…
Everyone glanced at Senior Brother Li in unison, and he silently raised his hands above his head: "Let's set off tomorrow!"
This was the first time everyone had worked together to accomplish something. In Brother Hao's words, "Since we've already started, let's do something big."
Before Meng Yan arrived, they had been repairing doors, windows, and utensils in the valley. Whenever something was broken, they would bring it to them for a look, and they could usually fix it. Occasionally, they would go outside the valley to do some handicrafts, but the journey was long, the tools were heavy, and the pay was low. Although they had business, it was limited to that.
After Meng Yan arrived, she first learned the craft from him, and later led everyone to tinker with some strange little things. Some of them were useful, and some were suitable as tributes. Everyone had a lot of fun in this, but they still couldn't support themselves completely like their fellow disciples who had learned other skills.
Until her sudden inspiration, everyone who had been listless immediately sat up straight.
Before this, during the period when the mechanical kite was unable to take off, Meng Yan had actually thought about this matter long ago, but due to limited conditions at the time, everyone forgot that they could get help from outside the valley.
Things are different now. The sun is warm and hot, perfect for shining with the accumulated wisdom of the past few years.
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The upgraded mechanical kite is much larger than before. In addition to being warm in winter and cool in summer, the driver's seat also has a large open space for storing things. Today is Meng Yan's first day of delivering goods.
Wearing the light-proof goggles specially made by her senior classmates, she waved to everyone on the ground and then flew off the roof with a whoosh.
That's right. In order to support the team's money-making plan and to make it easier to travel, Meng Yan dragged a group of his fellow apprentices to demolish half of the house and then used different methods to flatten it back up.
Looking at the wooden bird gradually shrinking into a dot on the horizon, a junior brother nudged his senior brother a few times with his elbow and said seriously, "Why is it only Senior Sister Yan who went? Why didn't you go?"
The senior students shook out their sleeves and trouser legs, which were either empty or completely bare: "Junior Sister Yan said that due to limited materials, she can't make that many large birds in a short time, and she plans to write a booklet about how to operate them and give it to us." The senior student pointed to the half-finished stoves and pots scattered on the ground, "She hasn't even started writing it yet."
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Although the summer heat is intense, it's not all bad. For example, the birds on the road are reluctant to travel far, so Meng Yan's roadblocks are no longer needed.
The person who ordered the ice furnace was a Taoist sect. After receiving the letter, whether it was a slip of the hand or the dazzling silver was too eye-catching, Brother Hao's furnace fell from his hand on the spot and hit his foot with perfect accuracy. The most unlikely customer turned out to be the first order after the sale started, and he ordered six furnaces.
Jumping off the mechanical kite and flipping out of the wooden cart, Meng Yan tossed six proud stoves onto it. She casually tidied her wind-blown hair in front of the stream, spread out her gathered skirt, and after hopping around a few times to relieve the numbness in her legs, she pushed the cart toward the door.
Perhaps due to their impression of the Li family, the disciples guarding the door did not recognize Meng Yan, the deliveryman. They were stationed there because they knew the man was disabled, and taking the goods from him sooner would make things easier for them.
Pushing a jingling cart, Meng Yan stopped in front of the group. She glanced at the large characters on the door plaque to make sure she hadn't gone to the wrong place, and then planned to push the cart further inside.
"Please wait, young lady. This is a sensitive area of the sect. You are not allowed to make noise or hawk your wares here." Several disciples on duty stepped forward and stopped her.
Meng Yan pointed to the ice furnaces in the car, then to his mouth, and finally simply took out the order letter and stuffed it into their hands.
On the back of the letter was a reply from the agency team. The first sentence was, "The one who went to deliver the goods is our junior sister Meng Yan. She is the chief designer of the ice furnace. She cannot speak. If you have any questions about the furnace, please read the instruction manual carefully."
The disciple who had spoken up to remind her immediately slapped himself twice, apologizing as he took the wooden cart from her.
Meng Yan waved his hand to signal him not to take it to heart, and turned to leave but was stopped.
"Miss, you can sit in the doorway for a while. We'll return the car to you after we've finished moving it."
Before them stretched an endless mountain road, and all around them was scorching hot earth, like boiling oil. Meng Yan waved his hand, signaling that he didn't want the car, and turned to run away as if fleeing.
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Sometimes the world seems small because you can run into someone anywhere.
It wasn't a teahouse, nor was it at the village entrance. This time, he just randomly turned into a shop. Judging from the decoration, it was one of those mobile tea stalls that could be disassembled. Meng Yan didn't expect to run into Brother Laihui here.
"What a coincidence, we meet again!"
The ear-piercing sound rang out the moment she stepped into her seat. If the tea hadn't already been served, she would have wanted to turn over on the spot and walk a hundred meters away before stopping.
Yue Lang was dressed entirely in black today, and given his omnipresent nature, if it weren't broad daylight, she would have found one of his fellow disciples to take him away.
Seeing that Meng Yan did not answer, Yue Lang assumed that she was still angry. After all, he was not sure how much of his apology she had heard. Since they had met again by chance, he might as well clear up the conflict.
He carried his tea to sit at the same table as Meng Yan. As expected, she took her water and ran off. Yue Lang wasn't in a hurry; he chased after her wherever she went.
The tea shop owner thought some thugs had entered the shop and came to stop them. Yue Lang, without turning his head, said, "Don't worry, shopkeeper. We're acquaintances. We just had a little disagreement before. If you don't believe me, ask that girl. If she says no, I'll leave immediately and not bother her any longer."
Meng Yan thought to himself, "I'll answer you with a clever trick."
Perhaps feeling tired, Meng Yan sat back down in the spot where he had just entered, letting Yue Lang sit down opposite him with a smile. Seeing that they were indeed acquainted and unharmed, the shopkeeper realized that it might be a special greeting between friends and stopped paying attention.
The two took a sip of tea and tacitly agreed to a truce.
Yue Lang started chattering incessantly across from him, making Meng Yan's head spin. He casually placed the small mechanical kite he had put away on the table, and tried to block out the outside world by pressing his hand against his head, but it was basically ineffective.
After what felt like half a lifetime, the chanting finally stopped. She looked up with a sigh of relief and saw a hand reaching out to her, stopping in front of her. When they met her gaze, the person on the other end turned away guiltily and said casually, "I noticed you hadn't responded, so I was wondering if you were asleep."
Meng Yan took a deep breath, but before he could respond, the person opposite him gasped and withdrew their hand.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar scene repeated itself, and Yue Lang silently showed her the bright red blood on his fingertips.
Is this person holding some kind of mechanism trigger? Last time it was a mechanical needle, this time it's a mechanical kite with a mechanical needle, what will it be next time?
She stared silently at the person opposite her. Under her murderous gaze, the person blew on their fingers and whimpered pitifully, "I admit it was my fault this time, and it was my fault last time and the time before that too, so... can you forgive me? It's fate that we met, and we've met so many times already, so let's just be friends, or at least not like enemies, right?"
She mumbled a lot of gibberish, which sounded like human speech. Meng Yan closed her eyes and nodded. Just then, her tea was finished, and she stood up and walked out.
"Really? Then I'll believe you." Yue Lang saw her about to leave and followed her. "By the way, miss, the day we first met at the teahouse, you jumped off the building, right? The second floor isn't that high, but you'd probably have to lie down for a while after falling. How did you endure the pain and walk away? And the second time we met, I was talking to myself halfway through the journey. I don't know how much you heard. The address on the letter was quite far away. It must have taken you a lot of time to deliver it, right?"
He was naturally outgoing and friendly. If someone said they were his friend, he would treat them as a friend as well. For example, right now, he wanted to know what difficulties this new and old friend in the floral dress was facing, and if she was willing, he would definitely help her if he could.
People often say that women's skirts are inconvenient to move around in, but Yue Lang thinks that this rumor can be dispelled in the future. How could the person in front of her be inconvenienced? She walks as if she is about to fly away at any moment.
Meng Yan stopped and threw something forward. A huge wooden object appeared out of thin air, looking like an eagle.
Then she nimbly flipped over and jumped in, rising into the sky with the eagle, and disappeared in a moment.
She seemed to answer nothing, yet she answered everything.
Staring blankly at the sky above the hidden, living beings, Yue Lang remained lost in thought for a long time. After a while, he came to his senses and muttered to himself, "Am I not a Taoist priest? Why didn't my master teach me this? The book doesn't say that it can be done like this either?"
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After a while of peace and quiet in the sky, Meng Yan finally pulled himself out of the halo of Buddha's light.
She could sense that the man apologizing meant no harm, but...
How does he manage to say more in a single day than most people do in a whole month? In less than a day, it only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!
Dealing with government offices for a long time inevitably leads to taciturnity. This is true not only for her, but for everyone in the government office team. As a result, everyone tries to greet each other as often as possible in daily life so as not to completely lose the ability to communicate with the outside world.
But this person is an intruder!
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