Chapter 360: Yan Clan Recruits

No, they were people from the Yan Clan, openly coming to the workshop to recruit workers, and they even offered high wages; they also secretly contacted a few people, but everyone refused them.

Host, the steward will come over shortly; he knows more clearly than I do.

The gatekeeper grandpa smiled, led three horses straight to a side stable, then fed them some fodder.

Jiang Yunchu took Zi Su and Bai Zhi and walked straight inside.

Just now the gatekeeper shouted, and many idle people had already run out.

Especially a youth, looking at Jiang Yunchu, shouted loudly, "Are you the Host?"

Jiang Yunchu blinked her eyes; she hasn't come to the workshop for about two months, right?

What the heck, now coming to the workshop, do we have to clock in every day?

Is there even a department managing attendance?

"I am!" Jiang Yunchu nodded, squatted down to be eye‑level with the little boy, and answered seriously.

The little boy carefully looked at her, then reached out and hugged her neck, while Jiang Yunchu stood there flustered.

The little boy softly said in her ear, "Host, thank you."

Then the little boy ran away with a fully red face.

Jiang Yunchu stood frozen in place, unable to react—what situation is this now?

At that moment, Ya Gu ran over, saw the Host still squatting on the ground, and quickly began gesturing.

Zi Su and Bai Zhi stepped forward to help the Host up; especially Zi Su, carefully attending to the Host's shoulder wound—though the wound had healed, she remained nervous, fearing it might break open again.

"So she's Qiu Hui's child?" Jiang Yunchu understood Ya Gu's gesture.

A sister‑in‑law walked over—namely, Qiu Hui's neighbor—"Host, you've come."

"Look at that kid, can't you recognize him?" That sister‑in‑law is an enthusiastic person; back then she helped a lot.

She gave the sister‑in‑law silver money, but the sister‑in‑law refused to take it.

"Exactly, I really didn't recognize him." Jiang Yunchu nodded helplessly.

Her memory may not be as good as Zi Su's, but it's usually decent; after seeing something once, she generally retains some impression, but that child has changed too much.

When first seen, he was pallid, bone‑thin, on the verge of death, lying on a wooden board, nothing but skin and bones.

But now his little face has some flesh; though not much, it has puffed out that skin, and his appearance has completely changed.

Only now did she fail to recognize him.

The sister‑in‑law looked at the Host, her face showing an effort to recall, and she couldn't help laughing, "That kid is also fortunate."

If his fate weren't good, how could he have met the Host?

If he hadn't met the Host, that child wouldn't have lived more than a few days; when he was bathed, she was there, and much of his flesh had rotted— the Host bit by bit trimmed it away, and the Host, without minding the dirt or stink, applied medicine, bandaged, and treated the child bit by bit.

"This shows we're fated." Jiang Yunchu considered it a normal thing; as the Host of this workshop, she naturally ought to look after her own people.

Moreover, the child is better now; everyone sees it, and Qiu Hui can work even harder for herself—why not?

She has her own mindset, and the workshop people have the workshop's mindset.

Their positions differ, so what they feel is also different.

"Host."

At that moment, the workshop making Floral Dew finally opened its door; they need to finish a whole process, and if they come out early, it will be abandoned halfway, making that batch of Floral Dew impure and unable to proceed to the next step.

So they all steadied themselves and only now came out.

"I haven't looked at the accounts or any data yet; don't get excited—do what you're supposed to do. Steward, Ya Gu, Zhu Tou, come with me; everyone else, get busy first."

She glanced at the expectant crowd, gave a light smile, and said, "Old rules: reward merit, punish fault."

"Yes!"

The group, all smiling, looked at each other; the former air of decline was gone, replaced by each person's high spirits and vigor.

"If the soldiers are timid, the general's nest will be timid"—that's not without reason.

Only when the person in charge stands up can those below stand up.

"Host, this is the recent account." The steward first brought over the accounts, which mainly concern the Lustrous Jade Soap.

Floral Dew is currently in storage, not yet at the shop, so there are no shipment accounts.

But just the Lustrous Jade Soap accounts alone shocked her greatly.

"How can there be so much?"

Jiang Yunchu looked at the accounts and the quantities; they don't match the production capacity, right?

She furrowed her brows; all produced goods must guarantee quality—sacrificing quality for speed would be a loss, digging one's own grave.

She disagrees with such things.

When Jiang Yunchu's brows furrowed, the surrounding pressure seemed to shift; even Bai Zhi unconsciously stepped back a step, and Zi Su and the three non‑practitioners broke out in sweat on their foreheads.

This is aura, the might of a strong one.

The steward was shocked in his heart, and exchanged a glance with Ya Gu.

He hurriedly said, "Host, things aren't as you think."

Jiang Yunchu lifted her head, looking at Ya Gu and the steward; her aura lessened slightly, but it remained faintly present.

"The production capacity of Lustrous Jade Soap has already reached its limit, but…"

The steward scratched his head, "I decided on my own and arranged another room, also letting Ya Gu take charge; now we have two workshops producing Lustrous Jade Soap together."

"The Zhuang Clan shop and the Jingdu shop need such huge capacity that many orders have been suppressed; if we don't increase capacity, it will take at least two years to finish, yet the orders keep growing."

"I can only…"

After he finished speaking, looking at the Host's expression, which didn't seem too angry, he let out a sigh of relief.

The rapid increase in orders really gave him a headache, and since he couldn't contact the Host, he ended up making the decision on his own.

"Let me see the orders." Jiang Yunchu reached out, and the steward immediately brought over the ledgers—two volumes, one is Jingdu's Fragrant Full Sleeve, the other is Zhuang City's Zhuang Clan shop; although the Zhuang Clan shop exists in every city, the current order quantity actually exceeds that of Fragrant Full Sleeve.

「Opening another workshop is no problem, but we must guarantee quality; the goods leaving the workshop must be guaranteed quality. We can be slow, but we cannot deceive others—this is our own reputation, and it is the foundation of our workshop. 」

「Remembered? 」

「When she said those three words, the pressure on her body had already dissipated. 」

「Finally, the few people who had caught their breath couldn't help but feel shocked; they had always known the Host was not an ordinary person, but they never imagined that just the Host being angry could be this terrifying. 」