bayedsolid Chapter 242 Your business is the most important
Chapter 242 Your business is the most important
Tang Qiyue lay in Xie Changjin's arms, frowning slightly, "It seems that I still have to build a workshop."
"Otherwise, there won't be enough soap to sell."
She also didn't expect that people in the capital had such strong purchasing power that they wouldn't even blink at a piece of soap worth five taels of silver?
Xie Changjin put his long arm around her slender waist and gently stroked the back of her head with his other big hand, "Leave the construction of the workshop to me."
Tang Qiyue raised her head and looked at him, "Aren't you busy?"
"Your business is the most important."
Tang Qiyue was so overjoyed by these words that she couldn't help but hold his face and kiss him hard on the mouth, "Thank you."
"Just for a moment? As a thank you?" Xie Changjin held her slender waist, preventing her from escaping. "Not enough."
While Tang Qiyue was stunned, someone approached and demanded it forcefully.
So when Lin San came in for the second time, Tang Qiyue's cheeks were still red and her lips were swollen.
Lin San was not a fool. He looked at the situation and spoke as if he hadn't seen anything. "Boss, all the soaps in the shop are sold out. There are not many cleansing creams left, but there are still many moisturizers."
"I also asked people why they bought moisturizers, and they all said they had never heard of it. What if their faces got rotten? So, you see..."
Tang Qiyue glared at the satiated person, coughed lightly and replied, "Don't worry, good things are worth waiting for."
"It's normal that the benefits of moisturizing have not yet been well known and it can't be sold. There's no need to rush. Someone will see its benefits."
She is still very confident about the skin care products she took out from her space.
Tang Qiyue asked again, "How is the sales of whitening cream?"
Lin Sanyi slapped his thigh and said, "It sells well, but not as well as soap."
"That's all. No need to rush. What we need to do now is to build a good reputation. If you don't have enough stock, come to me."
"I understand, Boss."
Tang Qiyue returned to the Marquis' Mansion first, and Xie Changjin fulfilled his promise to find a suitable location for her to build a workshop.
There was a letter in the room. After asking, Tang Qiyue found out that it was brought back by Qingfeng, who escorted Lin and others back.
She opened it immediately and looked at it with joy in her eyes.
After Boss Hu and Xu Fang returned to the village on vacation, they learned that Tang Qiyue had gone to the capital and brought Lin San with her, and even opened a shop in the capital. They immediately planned to come to the capital to ask for some wine when she got married.
Tang Qiyue knew that Boss Hu was worried that Lin San might have done something wrong and wanted to come over to keep a close eye on him, so she chuckled.
After calculating the date, it would take about ten days for Lin and his family to set off for the capital, and they didn't know how the fruits were ripening.
The letter did not go into detail about the crops, so Tang Qiyue wanted to ask but couldn't. Thinking of Qingfeng who had returned, she immediately called him over.
"When you sent my parents back, did you stay in the village for a while? Has there been any changes in the village?"
Qingfeng wanted to kneel but was stopped by Tang Qiyue. He answered truthfully, "The village has changed a lot. I saw that the rice fish raised by Madam have grown a lot bigger, and many families in the village who made money have built new houses."
"Nothing happened at the workshop." Qingfeng tried hard to recall the details he noticed in Baile Village, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Oh, right! Madam, the fruits you planted in the back mountain are really good. Although they are not very ripe, they are very fragrant."
"I couldn't help but pick an apple to eat. It was delicious, sour and sweet. The watermelons in the watermelon field have grown a lot. I believe we will be able to eat them soon."
After hearing what she wanted to hear, Tang Qiyue asked him to leave, wondering if her parents would bring ripe fruits when she got married. According to Qingfeng, there weren't many ripe fruits, and there probably wouldn't be many in ten days.
As for the watermelon that she craved the most, forget it. She would probably have to wait until she got married before she could eat it.
It seems that she has to find an opportunity to return to Baile Village.
After a day of searching outside for a suitable place to build a workshop, Xie Changjin returned to the Marquis' Mansion and heard Tang Qiyue say that she wanted to go back to Baile Village. He immediately became nervous.
"You...you want to escape..."
Tang Qiyue glared at him, "When did I ever say I wanted to escape from my family? Xie Changjin, isn't it time to improve your brain?"
"Then why do you suddenly want to go back to Baile Village?" Xie Changjin clenched his fists silently.
Tang Qiyue stretched out her hand to hook his neck, pressed him in front of her eyes, and explained word by word, "After all, Baile Village is where I live. We have to go back to the village to hold a banquet in Beijing."
"What's wrong? Don't you want to go back with me?" Tang Qiyue winked at him.
Xie Changjin immediately realized that he had misunderstood, and quickly explained, "Yes! After the wedding, I will go back with you, and we should hold a banquet in the village."
"That's more like it." Tang Qiyue pouted, let go of him and asked, "How's the search for a place to build a workshop going?"
Xie Changjin rubbed her head and said, "I'll continue to look for you tomorrow."
"Don't tire yourself out." The tenderness in Tang Qiyue's eyes turned into a pool of water, gradually merging with him.
Suddenly, the door of the house was slammed, and the soft cry of the milk ball was heard, "Mother, father, mother, Zhaobao is here, come out quickly!"
Tang Qiyue quickly pushed someone away, and the latter was caught off guard and almost fell off the bed.
Looking down at her clothes that were still in disarray, Tang Qiyue secretly exhaled, "Hurry up, stop making trouble, your son is here!"
"Brat!" Xie Changjin snorted in dissatisfaction.
Tang Qiyue glared at him, then stood up to open the door. When she looked down, she saw Zhao Bao, who was pouting and looking unhappy. She quickly squatted down to coax him, "What's wrong? My dear Zhao Bao, why are you unhappy?"
Zhaobao was held in his arms, whining. "Mother came back today, but she didn't come to see the good Zhaobao. Zhaobao is angry."
Tang Qiyue knew best how to coax a little boy. When she cried out "ouch, ouch" twice and was about to kiss him on the face, she found a big hand reaching out from behind, grabbing Zhaobao's collar and taking him out of her arms.
"Oh! Mother!" Zhao Bao flapped his short legs in Xie Changjin's hands and looked at Tang Qiyue with dissatisfaction.
Just as Tang Qiyue was about to speak, she heard Xie Changjin say in a very annoying tone, "Your mother can only kiss me, so get out of here."
"I am my mother's good boy, so of course my mother has to kiss me."
"Your mother is mine." Xie Changjin held the milk ball in front of his eyes, "Don't fight with me."
Tang Qiyue, who had to fight for her mother every day, rolled her eyes speechlessly. She was no longer surprised.
While the father and son were arguing, she was thinking about the workshop. Since she was going to build a workshop to make soap, the raw materials needed for the soap had to be prepared in advance, otherwise she would be embarrassed.