These two days, Mo Zenian went to the Upper Valley to restock, and Mo Yan didnât sell dried fruit. The last of the goods had to be saved to continue waging a price war.
In Yanling Storefront, apart from the dishes made by Ms. Liang, there was also something special. Those were the shoes Ms. Liang made for Mo Zenian.
A customer asked, âWhy are you selling shoes?â
She sighed and said, âI originally made these shoes for my husband, but he abandoned us for his mistress. Otherwise, why would we be running a business? No one will wear these shoes now, and itâs a pity to throw them away, so Iâm selling them.â
After hearing this, he replied, âThese are such obedient children, heâs heartless to have abandoned them!â
The shoes had been placed in the shop for several days, but none of them had been sold. The regular customers had named them âHeartless Shoesâ.
When Mo Zenian came back from the Upper Valley, he set up a stall in front of the Upper Valley again, and Mrs. Liang also set up the stall to match him.
Zhong Chengâs men were buying Mo Zenianâs goods as usual. He felt something was off, and questioned how they were eating so much.
Someone replied, âIâm not underpaying. If you donât want to sell, donât set up a stall.â
Mo Zenian said, âIâm raising my prices.â
After he said that, Ms. Liang yelled,âEveryone, come and have a look! Dried fruits from the Upper Valley being sold at low prices.â
Zhong Chengâs men ran over, pretending to be shopping, but just took the goods to the alley and handed them back through the back window without even entering the yard. They loudly said that the dried fruit was good and cheap, and they would buy here again.
Mo Zenian has worked in a commercial firm for many years. Although he had never operated a small business, he had probably figured out what was going on.
He went outside their storefront and looked at the candied fruit they were selling, âHow much dried fruit do you have left? I want it all!â
Mo Yan replied, âWe only sell items for retail and donât sell in bulk.â
Ms. Liang took out a pair of shoes and came out of the shop, âHonoured customer, your shoes are all worn out, why donât you buy a new pair?â
Mo Zenian looked down and saw his shoes were worn, so he asked, âHow much for a pair?â
Ms. Liang sighed softly and said, âOh! These shoes fit your feet, so Iâll charge you a little cheaper than usual. Itâs fifty dollars for a pair.â
These handmade shoes were really cheap. Mo Zenian knew these shoes were originally made for him, but now he was in no position to ask for them, and he really needed them, so he bought two pairs at once.
Ms. Liang handed the shoes to him, and a regular happened to come to buy something, âIs there really someone whoâs buying your âheartless shoesâ?â
She smiled and said, âIâm good at handcrafts, so of course someone will buy these. Itâs also rare for someone to fit them so well, itâs like they were made for him.â
Mo Ling said from the side, âThese were made for him!â
The customer looked at Mo Zenian and said, âSo youâre the heartless man. Youâre just a food vendor with no future, and you abandoned your wife and children for a mistress?â
Mo Zenian smiled awkwardly, took the shoes and hurried away.
Lu Junming and his workshop was ready. The materials Chi Jie needed have arrived, and a few workers who lived nearby had been recruited to start making raincoats.
They were much more convenient than the cumbersome coir raincoat, and would sell well. They planned to sell it at the market first to promote it.
Somehow, the news that the workshop was going to recruit workers reached the ears of Mrs. Liu, their neighbour, and she went to the Mo family cheekily.
Mo Ling naturally wouldnât treat her well, and Ms. Liang wouldnât want to see her, so she could only go to Mu Yan and asked with a smile, âYanâer, I heard you opened a workshop and want to recruit workers?â
âYup!â Mo Yan replied perfunctorily.
âThen can you see if I can join your workshop? If you need men, you can choose from the three boys in my family too.â
Mo Ling sneered from the side, âWho would choose your children? Itâs a sewing workshop, what can they do?â
â I know how to sew! Look, I sewed the clothes on my body!â Mrs. Liu pulled up her sleeves and showed them.
Seeing Mo Yan hesitate, Mo Ling shook her head to show they couldnât hire her.
Mrs. Liu begged bitterly, âYanâer, let me try. If I canât do it, then fire me.â
Mo Yan said, âYouâre the only woman in your family and need to take care of everything. Youâre indispensable here, but we have a lack of male workers to do manual labour. I wonder if Brother Dagan is willing to work there?â
âYes, yes, of course. How much is the pay?â
âThe workshop has just opened, and the wages wonât be high. For now, male workers get a thousand dollars a month, and female workers eight hundred a month. They have a rest day every week. Pay will be deducted proportionally if itâs harvest season. If business improves in the future, wages might be increased, and we might give bonuses during the holidays.â
That was one thousand dollars a month, or twelve silver taels in a year, excluding any bonuses. Their family has never had so much money!
âThen Iâll let Dagan go to the workshop tomorrow! The two other boys in my familyâ¦â
Mo Yan shook her head, âThe workshop has only just started operating, so we donât need that many people.â
âThen let Dagan go. If you need someone in the future, remember our family.â
The woman left happily, and Mo Ling snorted coldly, âWeâve sinned to be her neighbour, sheâd make it seem like our fault if we didnât hire her! But youâre right to hire Dagan.â
Ms. Liang also said, âHeâs the only nice one in their family, the other two sons are miscreants.â
That woman was born to be a gossip. The news of their workshopâs recruitment quickly spread throughout the village. People kept coming to theirs to inquire, even Daqiang.
It was only then did Ms. Liang realise working in the workshop was a good way to make a living, so she asked Mo Yan to bring Mo Feng to the workshop as well.
Mo Yan knew that this day would come, and had already prepared for it.
âMother, the male workers in the workshop have to carry bundles of oilcloths, and they are busy all day. Do you think it is so easy to earn a thousand dollars a month?â
âThen canât you find him an easy job?â
âLu Junmingâs the manager, not me. Besides, there was really no suitable position for him.â
Ms. Liang frowned and said, âYou wonât even help my own brother!â
âWho says I wonât help him? After Mo Ling gets married, I donât plan to run the shop anymore. Just take him with you! Iâll help you if necessary.â
Hearing that, Ms. Liangâs face softened a bit. They still had a shop, so they wouldnât lose face from it.
Post-translation notes: Mo Feng is the least useful person in the entire plotâ¦when is he finally leaving his room and being productive? As always, thank you for reading! The next chapter should be on 27/3/2023