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Then, the two began a more in-depth conversation under the dim light. Every detail and every link was repeatedly scrutinized, striving to make the upcoming plan like a perfect work of art, so that the opponent would fall into their carefully laid trap without realizing it.

In the valley on the other side, the dusk gently embraced the small village, and Ran He was directing the craftsmen to build a new house with hope.

Although her weaving workshop is still under preparation, this does not hinder her beautiful vision for the future.

Ma Zhi and his gang, grateful for her generous help, voluntarily joined in the construction even though the weaving workshop had not yet been built, and repaid this kindness with their sweat.

They shuttled around the village, carrying wood or mixing mortar, laughing and chatting with each other, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this quiet little village.

In the reflection of the setting sun, these pictures of labor appear particularly warm and harmonious, as if foreshadowing that a new beginning is quietly taking shape.

Ran He is a straightforward person. He always upholds fairness, regardless of gender. He rewards people according to their contributions and never lets anyone suffer a loss.

In this land that she carefully tends, everything is under her control.

Yan Shisan, a man with sharp eyes and delicate mind, was entrusted with an important task by Ran He to supervise every brick and tile of the housing project to ensure the smooth progress and orderly progress of the project.

Under his supervision, there was no chaos on the construction site, and efficiency and rigor were evident in every corner.

Today, Ran He specially summoned Lin Yu, Wu Xu, and four hardworking women who came from the Ma family, and sat in a circle in the courtyard.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and shines on the faces of these resolute women, their eyes sparkling with expectation and determination.

"Everyone, the reason I invited you here today is because of the challenges that the weaving workshop is about to face."

Ran He's voice was gentle but firm, like a spring breeze blowing through people's hearts. "Linen, cotton, and precious silk have already set off on their journey home. The workshops and looms are ready, but we lack skilled workers. You are all experts in weaving. Please feel free to give us your advice and discuss good strategies for choosing the right craftsmen. Tomorrow, we will select female workers together and strive to train them to become weaving masters before the materials arrive."

Hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, and their admiration for Ran He increased even more.

Ran He had already made preparations for recruiting female workers and posted a notice, which attracted many young women in the village to inquire. They were all eager to try, hoping to be lucky enough to be selected.

Although there is no shortage of personnel, selecting the right people and capable people is the key.

Therefore, Wu Xu was entrusted with this important task, and the women of the Ma family served as her right-hand men and women to assist in the screening.

As for herself, Ran He decided to visit the rice cake workshop in person. This was her first time here.

The carriage slowly approached, but was blocked by an energetic old man. He was holding a broom, and his eyes were alert but kind.

"Who are you two looking for?"

The old man's voice carried the vicissitudes of time, but was also friendly.

Mo Zhu, Ran He's follower, responded with a smile: "We are here to look for the wife of the Dong family."

Ran He gently lifted the curtain of the carriage. The old man obviously did not recognize these two strange visitors and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.

He then called out loudly to the inner room, and immediately, a young man rushed out with great speed. When he saw that it was Ran He, he hurriedly said to the old man, "Uncle Wang, this is the wife of the host family."

When the old man heard this, he immediately apologized with a smile: "Oh, it's my old eyes that are blurry. I didn't recognize you. Madam, please don't take it to heart."

"Wang Bo is loyal to his duties, which is exactly what I want to see. What's wrong with that? He deserves a reward."

After Ran He finished speaking, Mo Zhu had already taken out half a pound of money from his purse and was about to hand it to the old man.

The old man waved his hands repeatedly, with a sincere look on his face: "I am already very honored that Madam said that. I have done my job well, how dare I accept rewards? If it weren't for the kindness of the Wu family master, how could I have this job to support my family? I can't express my gratitude enough, how dare I accept rewards? I won't bother Madam anymore, please go in quickly."

Ran He responded with a smile, and Mo Zhu understood what he meant and drove the carriage slowly into the courtyard.

Along the way, Mo Zhu couldn't help but sigh: "The management here is indeed strict and meticulous."

A clerk nearby said, "That's true. We have to be strict. Since the rice cake workshop opened, there have always been some people with bad intentions who come to cause trouble, either for money or to steal the secret recipe. We have to be on guard."

"I see."

As the carriage came to a stop, Mo Zhu smiled and said, "I guess the situation at the dyeing workshop is roughly the same."

"There's no need to rush."

Ran He smiled calmly and turned to ask the shop assistant: "Where is the owner now?"

"The owner of the house is receiving several merchants in the front hall, and they are talking about business matters."

As I approached the front hall, I heard loud voices coming from inside, shaking the walls.

"Master Wu, if you can supply this rice cake exclusively to me, I will pay the highest price. If you have any concerns, please let me know. I have some connections in the army, and I can introduce this delicious rice cake to the barracks. There are many people in the army, and the consumption is huge. Once we start cooperation, orders will come in like a tide. Master, there is no need to worry about the difficulty of selling rice cakes."

Hearing the lively discussions going on in the room, Ran He turned around quietly and decided to look for another place.

"Madam, don't you want to go in and take a look?"

The shop assistant looked puzzled.

"I'd better go to the workshop first."

Ran He responded calmly.

As you approach the workshop, a warm breath hits you in the face, as if it is the enthusiasm of hard work.

As you push the door open, you are hit by the heat wave. The workers are working in an orderly manner in the steaming mist, and they just look up and glance curiously when they see visitors.

Ran He had an outstanding appearance, and many workers couldn't help but take a few more glances at her while they were busy, but they did not stop their work for a moment.

Just as she went deeper into it, a clear but unquestionable voice of accusation came from not far away.

"How do you do your job? None of these are up to standard!"

A girl about sixteen years old, with a pretty face and a bit of fragility, was scolding several women harshly.

The accused women were all silent and could only listen silently.

"Who is this?"

Ran He looked at the girl carefully, with curiosity and admiration in his eyes.

The shop assistant answered casually: "She is the team leader here, and all the workers are under her supervision."

"You are young and promising, and you really have the demeanor of a team leader."

Ran He whispered approval.

She walked forward slowly. Seeing this, the girl frowned slightly and said, "Who are you? This is an important work area."

"I was just about to..."

The shop assistant was interrupted by the girl before he could finish his words.

"No matter who you are, non-staff members are not allowed to enter without permission. You, get out immediately."

The girl pointed outside the door, her tone firm and unquestionable.

The shop assistant tried to explain, but Ran He stopped him with a gentle wave of his hand.

She did not look directly at the girl, but instead fixed her gaze on the neatly arranged rice cake strips on the table. Everything seemed normal and there was nothing unusual.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"