On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Three people, one in front and two behind, walked leisurely into the former Haizhou Temple.

Today, the Haizhou Temple has long shed its sacred temple cloak. Even the temple gate plaque engraved with the traces of time has been quietly taken down, waiting for the coronation of the new carriage and horse-drawn company sign.

Most of the walls on both sides have collapsed, but the remaining part has been cleverly widened to become a magnificent gate large enough for four carriages to gallop side by side.

The high threshold was also cut down and replaced with a row of neatly laid blue bricks.

The once solemn and majestic Sutra Repository, Medicine Buddha Hall and various Buddhist halls have all been completely transformed and no longer resemble their original appearance.

Murong Yan's decree gave these places new uses: some were converted into coachmen's dormitories, some into stables, and some into workshops for repairing carriages.

In short, Zhizhen Coach and Horse Trading Company has everything ready, and is just waiting to hang up the plaque and draw the road before it can officially open for business.

Qingwen, escorted by Han Zhong and Huang Shu, entered the courtyard and headed straight for the Main Hall. The previously empty square in front of the hall had transformed. The incense burners were gone, replaced by a neatly arranged array of carriages. Due to limited space, more carriages were stationed on either side of the hall and behind it, creating a staggered and orderly scene.

However, there are no horses on these carriages. All the horses are kept in the stables and are only taken out when going to work.

Qingwen stood in front of the main hall, turned around gently, and glanced gently at the sixty rickshaw drivers in the open space. They all had drooped heads and looked listless.

They originally wanted to go to the city to work and earn some money for their family, but who would have thought that instead of making any money, they would have to pay out eighty cents every day. Being able to hold out for one day was already their limit, and many of the drivers who chose to stay began to back out.

Qingwen's voice was as clear and sweet as a silver bell, and she rang out softly, "Is everyone back?"

Wei Dayong was the first driver to join the job. After the system changed, he did not choose to leave but continued to persevere.

Noticing the silence around him, he took the initiative to step forward and replied respectfully, "In reply to the shopkeeper, everyone is back."

Qingwen looked at Wei Dayong's slightly dark and thin figure, gave him an encouraging smile, and then slowly swept her eyes over everyone present.

"Well, everyone, how are the profits today?"

"Uh..." For a moment, the faces of the drivers seemed to be covered with a layer of sadness. They wanted to say something but stopped themselves, unable to open their mouths.

Wei Dayong was the only one who smiled with a simple and honest look, revealing his white teeth, which was completely out of place with the surrounding atmosphere. "Boss, I made eighty cents today, which is considered to be breaking even!"

Qingwen asked the others, "What about you?"

"I only got sixty-seven copper coins, which is barely enough to pay the dues..." a driver sighed, his brows full of worry.

"I only earned forty cents..."

"Boss, this road is so crowded that the carriage is often slower than walking. Our guests are unwilling to ride in our carriage anymore."

"If we continue like this, we will all lose everything."

Everyone echoed this sentiment, and morale was extremely low.

Looking at the dejected drivers, Qingwen gently waved her hand, a warm smile on her face, and encouraged them, "Don't worry. The prince has already said that from today on, each of you sixty brothers only needs to pay a share of fifty wen. Brothers who join later will still have to pay the old fee of eighty wen."

"Considering the recent difficulties and poor harvest, we will temporarily waive your share for the next few days. You can keep your hard-earned gains for now. After a few days, when the carriage paths are painted on the four main streets, we will officially open for business!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the drivers' faces instantly broke into bright smiles and cheers rang out one after another.

"Really?"

"Great! Thank you, shopkeeper!"

"I earned forty cents today, so I can take my wife and kids out for a meal of meat!"

"Boss, I thank you on behalf of our whole family!"

Miss Qingwen smiled brightly and waved her hand gently, "No need to thank me, thank the prince instead. This was all his idea!"

"I'll burn some incense for the prince when I get back!"

"That's right, what the hell is Buddha's blessing? Bullshit! No one is as compassionate to us poor souls as the prince!"

"Whoever feeds my family is a god!"

"You!" Qingwen stretched out her fingers, as delicate as scallions, and gently pointed at Wei Dayong in front of her.

Wei Dayong was stunned, then he raised his hand and pointed at himself, his face full of confusion.

Seeing this, Qingwen smiled slightly and nodded gently, "It's you. What's your name?"

Wei Dayong quickly bowed, his voice trembling slightly. "To answer the shopkeeper, my name is Wei Dayong."

"What a great name! It sounds very inspiring! From now on, I'll call you Dayong. From now on, you'll be the new captain of our Zhizhen Carriage Company. As for the share of the fee, it's set at thirty cents."

Qingwen smiled and said, "You must work hard for me! From now on, you will not only set an example for the other drivers, but also be responsible for teaching them how to pick up passengers, so that all brothers can make money."

Wei Dayong was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

He originally thought that he was very lucky that the membership fee was reduced from 80 to 50 cents, but he did not expect that it would be reduced to 30 cents now!

If I earn 200 coins a day, then I will have an income of 170 coins a day, which means 500 coins a month!

Isn’t this making a fortune?

Wei Dayong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself speechless. He could only smile innocently. He secretly vowed to live up to the shopkeeper's expectations and do his best for Zhizhen Carriage Company.

"Thank you for your kindness, boss!" Wei Dayong bowed deeply to Qingwen, clasped his hands together, and his words were full of sincerity and gratitude, which attracted envious glances from other coachmen.

If you pay twenty cents less a day, you will pay six hundred cents less in membership fees a month!

How much meat does this require?

They couldn't help but regret their previous hesitation. If they had answered first, maybe they could have joined the team.

Qingwen smiled softly, "Except for Wei Dayong, everyone else can go home now. You still have to go back to work on time tomorrow. I've arranged for the carpenters to number your carriages this evening. We'll be officially open for business in a few days!"

"Hahahaha, thank you so much, shopkeeper!" When everyone heard this, they were so happy that they couldn't express it in words. At the same time, they were also full of respect for Qingwen, the new shopkeeper.

Unlike the previous fat shopkeeper, who had no skills, looked down on others, and shouted at them, not treating them as human beings at all.

At the same time, Qingwen also enjoyed the feeling of being respected by others, and waved goodbye to everyone with a smile.

Everyone left talking and laughing.

Qingwen sat leisurely on the quaint stone steps in front of the main hall, and gently hooked her finger at Wei Dayong, motioning him to come over.

"Dayong," Qingwen instructed softly, "a carpenter will be here later to number each of our carriages. You will be in charge of this. Tell the carpenter to randomly arrange the four-digit numbers; there's no need to impose a strict order. Most importantly, the numbers must be engraved with the sign 'Zhizhen Carriage and Horse Trading Company'."

"I understand, please rest assured, shopkeeper."