coobybook Chapter 292: Salary Increase
Chapter 292: Salary Increase
After the last incident, Wang Fuping seemed to have lost all his energy and spirit, and he looked extremely haggard and exhausted. Wang Fuping sat in a chair, his head lowered, his eyes filled with helplessness and loss.
She no longer dared to hope that her daughter would become rich and powerful. Now, she only hoped that her daughter could live in peace and safety. Wang Fuping raised his head, looked in the direction of his daughter's room, and sighed deeply.
Although Dagui was still a child, this incident had a significant impact on his daughter's family's reputation. Wang Fuping frowned, his face full of worry, and his heart was filled with worry about his daughter's future.
Wang Fuping walked into his daughter's room, looked at the stubborn Ma Caifeng, and said earnestly: "My daughter, don't dream of marrying into Xiuying's family anymore. A scholar like Qingfeng is not something we can marry."
Wang Fuping's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were full of heartache and helplessness.
"Mom knows you feel wronged, but this is fate. Let's just live a down-to-earth life, find a family of equal status, and live a peaceful and stable life."
Wang Fuping patted Ma Caifeng's shoulder gently, tears welling in her eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, and every word seemed to come from the deepest part of her heart.
After Xiuying returned from Mrs. Sun's house, she didn't even have time to catch her breath before she couldn't wait to tell Yang's father and mother the news.
The two old people were sitting in the main room. When they heard Xiuying's words, they were stunned at first, and then a surprised smile appeared on their faces.
Yang's father's eyes, which were originally slightly narrowed, suddenly widened, and Yang's mother also stopped sewing.
Father Yang stood up excitedly, rubbing his hands together and saying, "Oh, this is really great!" A big smile appeared on his face.
Mother Yang couldn't stop smiling and kept saying, "That's great, that's great! I've been looking forward to this day for a long time!" Mother Yang put down the work in her hands, held Xiuying's hand, and said anxiously.
After learning that the person their son liked was Huahua, the two old people were extremely happy, and their joyful expressions were as if they had won the jackpot.
They were eager to have Aunt Wu come and pick an auspicious date for the two children so that the wedding could be held as soon as possible. Father Yang paced back and forth in the room while Mother Yang began to plan what to prepare.
Xiuying looked at the excited Yang's parents and said with a smile, "Dad and Mom, please don't worry for now."
Xiuying's face was filled with a gentle smile, and her eyes showed understanding and comfort.
She continued patiently, "Although this is a great joyous occasion, we still have to take it one step at a time. Right now, we should focus on building a house for Qingfeng."
Xiuying turned slightly and explained to the two old people.
"Getting married and building a house are top priorities in our countryside. Only after the house is built can the young couple live a stable and comfortable life in the future." Xiuying's tone was firm and sincere, and she nodded slightly as she spoke.
After hearing Xiuying's words, Yang's parents calmed down a little. Yang's father touched his chin and said, "Xiuying is right. We have to build the house first."
Yang's mother also agreed: "Yes, build the house first, don't let the child suffer."
Xiuying told Yang's parents seriously, "Dad and Mom, regarding this matter, I think we should go to the village chief to discuss it."
She took a deep breath and continued, "The last time I saw the village chief, he had already marked out the land for the servants to build houses. Why don't we just wait until the wall is repaired and then ask the villagers to help build Qingfeng's house together? There's strength in numbers, so it will be completed faster this way."
"After the house is built, we will buy some furniture. When a new daughter-in-law comes home, there must be some decent furniture in the house, right?" Xiuying smiled.
Yang's father and mother nodded continuously as they listened to Xiuying's arrangements. Yang's father said, "Xiuying, you are very thoughtful. Let's do as you say."
Mother Yang also responded with a smile: "Yes, thanks to Xiuying, we now have a plan in mind."
The sweet potato flour that Xiuying's family carefully made a few days ago has been dried in the sun for a few days and is now almost done.
With his exquisite craftsmanship, Father Yang successfully built the drying box. Standing in front of the brand new drying box, his face was full of pride and satisfaction, and his rough hands gently stroked the surface of the box.
Next, we can start mass production and expand the scale.
Xiuying called the fifteen servants who had signed death contracts and were busy making sweet potato noodles into the house. Xiuying looked serious and scanned their faces one by one.
She cleared her throat and told them solemnly: "This sweet potato flour can actually be made into sweet potato vermicelli."
"If we can make sweet potato vermicelli, our business will be more prosperous and everyone will live a better life." Xiuying said as she observed the reactions of her servants, her eyes full of anticipation for future business.
Sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the neatly arranged tools and materials. Xiuying stood in front of a large table, surrounded by fifteen servants, all with focused, expectant expressions.
Xiuying rolled up her sleeves, revealing a capable look. In front of her were the prepared sweet potato flour and various tools.
"Everyone, watch carefully. First, we need to add sweet potato flour and water and mix them evenly. Be careful not to add too much or too little water." Xiuying said as she skillfully started to operate.
"Knead the sweet potato flour into a dough like this." Xiuying said, and asked everyone to stretch out their hands to test the softness and hardness of the dough.
"Then we make it into dough sheets and hang them on bamboo poles to dry. After they are dry, we cut them into strips and the sweet potato noodles are ready."
Xiuying looked solemnly at the fifteen servants in front of her and said in a louder voice, "I want to tell you that from now on, the fifteen of you will be responsible for making the sweet potato wide noodles."
She paused briefly, then continued, "This is an important task, and it's crucial for our family's future. You all must be incredibly focused and do a great job."
"We can't be careless in any link. We must ensure that the sweet potato vermicelli we make is of high quality and has a chewy texture." Xiuying said as she paced back and forth, her eyes scanning the faces of each servant in turn.
"I believe you have the ability. As long as you work hard, we will definitely make this sweet potato vermicelli famous and let more people like it." Xiuying's words were full of encouragement, which gave the servants a lot of confidence.
Xiuying instructed the servants to make sweet potato noodles in an orderly manner while carefully observing everyone's performance.
When she saw that everyone had gained a certain degree of familiarity and mastery of the process and that the time was right, she cleared her throat and raised her voice, saying, "I have something important to tell you. From now on, each of you will be paid 30 wen per month."
When the servants heard this, their eyes lit up and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces.