OBS Chapter 57 Plans for Next Year
Chapter 57 Plans for Next Year
Since we're already in town and the New Year is getting closer, we started a shopping spree. We needed to buy firecrackers, but no one in the family could write. Although Song Jiaojiao could recognize words, she couldn't write them; it was like a dog digging its tail.
So, we had to buy couplets, and what's the New Year without new clothes? The four of them in the family each got two sets. The servants each got one set, so we bought ready-made clothes for everyone, which made eighteen sets in total.
When you come to a pastry shop, you have to buy some pastries, right? Not only will you need them as gifts, but you also need something to entertain guests. In short, you should just buy some.
Fortunately, Meng An accompanied Song Jiaojiao today; otherwise, no one else could have stopped Song Jiaojiao from buying so much.
After her shopping spree, Song Jiaojiao returned home with a cart full of her spoils.
Even the energetic Meng An felt completely drained when he got home. Sure enough, shopping with women was more tiring than hunting.
After distributing the items, Song Jiaojiao asked Wang Hefan and Mu Qing to deliver the pastries to the village chief's house, Uncle San's house, and Cheng Yun's house. Song Jiaojiao was able to gain a foothold so quickly thanks to the help of these families.
Time flies, and the Little New Year is here in the blink of an eye.
I saw Xu Fang leading everyone to dust early in the morning. Although there wasn't much dust or cobwebs in the new house, we still had to do the necessary cleaning.
Since there were people from both the north and south in the family, Song Jiaojiao waved her hand and cooked both glutinous rice balls and dumplings.
The people below were moved to tears when they saw how much their boss cared for them. Thinking back to their previous lives, they realized that they were completely incomparable to their current lives. Before, they were always hungry and didn't know where their next meal would come from. Now, they not only had new clothes, but also had meat dishes every day. Not to mention, they received a monthly salary. In just one month, they had all gained several pounds.
Since it was the Little New Year, Song Jiaojiao settled the workers' wages so they could have a happy New Year. However, the workshop couldn't stop this year and they would have to wait until New Year's Eve to have a holiday. They would have to stop working on the fourth day of the New Year. But Song Jiaojiao offered double wages, which made all the workers happy, and they said they didn't need to have a holiday.
After the Lunar New Year, Song Jiaojiao had Xu Da take Meng An and Xu Sen to a distant village to harvest sweet potatoes. She even rented an oxcart from the village chief for 50 coins a day, and took the opportunity to promote the sweet potato harvest. This was only because all the nearby villages had already harvested their sweet potatoes.
We're supplying the same amount to Sifanglou every day now. We do have some stock at home, but it won't last long.
Now that the village chief has finished his work, he comes to Song Jiaojiao's greenhouse every day to stroll around and discuss issues and experiences related to roc farming with Wang Shui.
Song Jiaojiao had Wang Hefan bring a nice wooden pillar from the mountain to the pavilion, and put a board on it to use as a table. The pond next to it had already been filled with water, and Song Jiaojiao had thrown a lot of lotus seeds into it, just waiting for it to bloom and bear fruit next summer.
Song Jiaojiao sat in the pavilion, drinking tea and eating snacks, looking at the thriving village in the distance. Every household had piles of fresh wood, waiting to build greenhouses after next year's autumn harvest.
At the beginning, the village chief asked Song Jiaojiao if the villagers could also participate. Song Jiaojiao thought it wasn't a big deal, so she agreed. She even told the village chief that he could come and learn about roc farming whenever he had time. After all, even if Song Jiaojiao disagreed, the village chief knew how to do it, so why not do him a favor? Song Jiaojiao understood the principle that a tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind, and a single tree cannot support a boat.
Many pits have been dug on the barren mountain and piled with fertilizer. The saplings can be transplanted next spring. A special place has also been reserved on the barren mountain to grow sugarcane. Sugar is too expensive in this era, and salt is also expensive. If it weren't illegal to sell smuggled salt, Song Jiaojiao would have gone to a salt mine to make her own salt long ago.
Just as Song Jiaojiao was enjoying herself, a resentful voice in her mind interrupted her, "Host, how long has it been since you went to find new seeds? Have you forgotten about the space?"
Song Jiaojiao: "......"
Indeed, I forgot that Song Jiaojiao is the kind of person who is content with mediocrity. She doesn't crave great wealth or status; she just wants to live a peaceful life and would rather survive than make any move.
"How could that be? We should never forget those who dug the well when we drink the water. Am I that kind of person? Look, I've turned this place upside down and there are no new seeds. You can't blame me."
Song Jiaojiao chuckled and said with a fawning smile,
"I think you're so focused on making money that you've completely forgotten about us," Fei Hu said disdainfully to Song Jiaojiao, as if to say, "I know you too well."
Song Jiaojiao was so startled by Fei Hu's sudden appearance that she almost dropped her teacup.
"Holy crap! How did you get out??? You were able to get out???" Song Jiaojiao looked around and found that nothing had changed; she wasn't in the spatial dimension.
Fei Hu stared intently at Song Jiaojiao, looking like a wronged little wife who had been abandoned. "I've come out several times already, and you only just noticed. You really have forgotten about me."
Seeing Fei Hu's expression that looked like he was about to cry and wasn't going to comfort her, Song Jiaojiao glanced around, avoiding his gaze. "Hahaha, no way, how could I forget? Besides, I already asked Manager Liu to help me find the medicinal herbs, but they haven't arrived yet."
Besides, I earn money for you!
Fei Hu stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Song Jiaojiao, who was becoming increasingly self-righteous. "Host, people have to have some self-respect. What do you mean by 'for me'?"
"It's all for you. Look, if I didn't have money, I couldn't even leave Yunshui Town, let alone go to any more remote, uninhabited places to find medicinal herbs and seeds. Only when I have enough money can I form my own caravan and go out to find things. Tell me, what doesn't require money?"
Flying Tiger: "..." Although something feels a bit off, what the host said seems to make some sense.
Song Jiaojiao kept talking, leaving Fei Hu no room to refute her.
Song Jiaojiao watched Fei Hu disappear in front of her and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This little cat was more cunning than Tang Sheng; she had finally managed to trick it away.
I never expected that the upgrade to the space would allow Flying Tiger to come out. No wonder it was so enthusiastic; it seems to have benefited it quite a bit.
Song Jiaojiao looked at the large tract of barren land in front of the new house. It was sloping and couldn't be level with the new house, but it was a good choice for a workshop and staff dormitory.
Without hesitation, Song Jiaojiao got up and went down the mountain while it was still early. As soon as she got down the mountain, she saw the village chief studying diligently in Dapeng.
"Uncle Wang, come out here for a moment, I need to talk to you." Song Jiaojiao called out to the village chief who was squatting in the roc with Wang Shui.
When the village chief saw that it was Song Jiaojiao calling him, he quickly came out of the shed, stomped the mud off his shoes, and asked, "What's wrong, Jiaojiao?"
Song Jiaojiao pulled the village chief outside the courtyard, pointed to the wasteland below, and asked,
"Uncle Wang, is anyone interested in buying this piece of land? Are you selling it?"
The village chief looked at the sloping wasteland in front of him and then looked at Song Jiaojiao with a puzzled expression.