It's hard for my elder sister. I rely on the mountains to farm and pay off my debts.

Song Zhi brought her younger siblings back home and immediately called the whole family together to hold a family meeting under the big pear tree.

"Grandma, Auntie, there are two things today that are both happy and sad. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Wu and Yang were frightened by Song Zhi's seriousness.

"Did someone give you trouble?" Mrs. Wu asked hurriedly.

Song Zhi shook her head, "No."

"Is there anyone else who can make this jelly?" Yang asked.

"Neither!"

Seeing that her granddaughter was deliberately keeping her in suspense, Mrs. Wu couldn't help but feel anxious. She reached out and patted her arm, scolding her, "Oh, don't make me anxious. Come on, tell me, what's going on?"

Song Zhi paused for a moment, as if to keep the conversation a secret, before finally speaking, "It's the county magistrate. He's taken a liking to our jelly and thinks it tastes good and is novel, so he wants us to set up stalls in the east and west of the city to attract more people to the two markets."

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law heard this, their hearts were instantly relieved.

Wu was very happy. "It's a good thing that the county magistrate has taken a fancy to me!"

Song Zhi nodded, "It's indeed a good thing. It's indeed true for the promotion of our jelly, but have you ever thought about one thing? We don't have the manpower!"

"Today, Shopkeeper Zhou ordered another seven pounds of Jinyu Cake from me. We also don't have enough jelly to sell. Customers are starting to suspect we're doing this on purpose."

Mrs. Wu looked anxious. "How can this be intentional? We are not stupid. Is it possible that we would not make money?"

Song Zhi nodded in agreement and continued, "Grandma, you're right, but if customers can't buy it, they'll think we're doing it on purpose."

After hearing her granddaughter's words, Mrs. Wu became anxious. "Why don't you call your eldest brother back? That way, we'll have more manpower at home."

Yang's eyes lit up as she listened, and she looked straight at Song Zhi.

What Song Zhi was waiting for was for her grandmother to take the initiative to suggest that her cousin come back, but she still wanted her uncle to come back as well.

So he suggested, "Grandma, I think we should ask Uncle to come back as well. Otherwise, we won't be able to afford all these people if we have to set up stalls in three markets."

Mrs. Wu insisted, "Your uncle should wait until after the summer harvest." After all, Mrs. Wu still cared about the harvest in the fields.

It would be a bad idea to offend the landlord completely before all the grain is brought home.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her grandmother, Song Zhi took the opportunity to ask another question, "Who will set up a stall over there in the market?"

Wu already had an idea in mind. "You don't need to worry about the staffing for the stall. I'll find two reliable people in the village and the problem will be solved."

It seems that you would rather pay the villagers their wages than call your eldest son back!

Now that Song Zhi said she was dissatisfied with her grandmother, she simply stopped talking.

Anyway, she believed that as the number of reservations increased, it would be impossible to meet the needs with just the manpower at home.

In fact, Song Zhi now has a better one-step solution, which can not only solve the shipment problem, but also solve the problem of manpower for picking tea leaves.

Considering that her grandmother and aunt might not agree.

Song Zhi had no choice but to put this method aside for the time being. When they could see the situation clearly, she would just give them a slight push and the matter would be settled.

In this way, the family doesn't have to argue with each other and create estrangement.

After deciding on the first question, Yang curiously asked, "The second question is about medicinal tea?"

Song Zhi nodded. "Mr. Xu tasted my medicinal tea today and thought it was of excellent quality. He has already ordered 300 kilograms of it from me at 45 wen per kilogram."

When the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law heard the number, one covered her mouth and the other covered her chest.

"Three...three hundred kilograms? How much does that cost?"

"The total is thirteen taels and five hundred coins!" Song Zhi blurted out.

Yang's eyes widened, while Wu slapped her granddaughter's arm with such force that Song Zhi grimaced in pain.

Mrs. Wu was so happy that her teeth were visible and her eyes were not. "This is a good thing!"

Song Zhi rubbed her arm and nodded in agreement, "It's indeed a good thing, but grandma, you have to know that there are so many medicinal teas, and there is no manpower at home to pick them."

"Besides, that group will be leaving in half a month. We must prepare all the goods during this period, otherwise we will be in breach of contract."

When Mrs. Wu heard this, she stood up and was about to go out.

Song Zhi quickly stepped forward to stop them, "Grandma, where are you going?"

Mrs. Wu, who had been smiling just now, was now extremely anxious. "I'm going to the village to ask for help in picking leaves. If we can't deliver the goods, we can't afford the compensation!"

Song Zhi hurriedly pulled the person back, "Grandma, don't worry, do you know how many people we need to invite?"

"You have to pay someone when you hire them, right? What's the right salary? We need to sit down and think it over carefully before we hire anyone."

"Yes, yes, you're right. Look how confused I get when I'm anxious!"

Song Zhi persuaded the person to sit down again and began to analyze the situation in detail.

"Well, I heard from the manager that these 100 kilograms of fresh tea leaves can make about 15 kilograms of medicinal tea."

"So to make 300 kilograms of medicinal tea, you need at least 2,000 kilograms of fresh leaves."

Mrs. Wu and Mrs. Yang opened their mouths wide.

The four little ones beside them also looked up at their elder sister who was talking with admiration.

Their elder sister is so powerful that they can’t understand what she says. She seems to be very extraordinary.

After a long while, Wu stuttered and asked, "You really...you really need this much?"

Song Zhi nodded affirmatively, "The steward told me earlier!"

"How many people do we need? The wages alone will be quite high, right?" Yang said with a worried look on her face.

Two thousand kilograms of leaves must be made within half a month.

The time was tight and the task was heavy. Although Yang had no experience in picking or making tea, she was used to doing farm work and knew in her heart that this was a very heavy task.

Song Zhi nodded, "I heard from the manager that it's no problem for one person to pick ten kilograms of leaves a day, and some people who are quick can pick more than four hundred kilograms a month.

"If we calculate based on ten kilograms per day, we'll have to hire at least thirteen people. Auntie, don't worry about the wages. They've already paid a five-liang deposit, so there's no chance they won't be able to pay."

Mrs. Wu thought about the leaves her granddaughter had picked yesterday. If she were to pick thirteen or fourteen pounds a day, it would be no problem.

She calculated in her mind for a long time before she said, "I think hiring ten people will be enough. I'll pay you twelve cents a day, and I'll make sure to get you enough leaves on time."

Song Zhi calculated in her mind and realized that her grandmother was judging others by her own standards and using human resources to the maximum extent possible.

But she obviously didn't think about this: this is not her own business?

Why should everyone work hard without any effort? As long as the result is roughly satisfactory, it will be fine.

It’s not that Song Zhi is realistic, it’s because human nature is like this.