I traveled back to ancient times, but I was able to lie down and relax.

The three of them strolled around and walked all the way to the shop, where Fang the carpenter's son was working alone.

Liu Nanjia greeted him, "Master Fang, we're here."

Fang the carpenter's son was named Fang Mutou. He scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Miss Liu, you don't need to call me Master, just call me Mutou. What brings you here? My dad is a bit busy right now."

"Nothing much, we were just strolling around town. We realized it's been a while since we've been here, so we came to check it out. What are you up to, Master Fang?"

"It's that rocking chair you drew. After my dad made it, he put it in the shop, and many customers liked it as soon as they tried it. We got several orders right away, and my dad is busy working on it now," Fang Mutou replied.

Liu Nanjia then noticed that there was indeed a rocking chair in the shop. It has to be said that Fang the carpenter's craftsmanship was excellent, and the items he made were very realistic. Liu Nanjia also tried it out, and it was not much different from the rocking chair she had sat in in modern times.

Lying down on it, you can start rocking it with just a little effort. Putting one in the yard is incredibly pleasant on a summer evening like this, sitting on it and rocking it to cool off. No wonder it sells so well.

Orders meant more commission, which made Liu Nanjia very happy. She thought she might have already earned back all the money she had just spent.

Then he asked, "What about the wardrobes? How are they selling?"

Fang Mutou pointed to a corner of the shop, "Look, it's over there, but not many customers ask about it. I've recommended it to customers, but they're not very interested, and it hasn't sold yet."

Liu Nanjia was not disappointed; the result was exactly what Fang the carpenter had initially predicted.

It seems that carpenter Fang was quite accurate in his judgment. He felt that modern things were more advanced and easier to use, but the ancients might not have thought so. They preferred to use what they were used to.

"Master Fang was right. It's alright, not everything sells well. Having just the rocking chair is enough to keep you busy." Liu Nanjia looked at Mu Tou and seemed a little apologetic, so she comforted him instead.

Mu Tou smiled sheepishly, "I've sold about twenty or thirty egg racks. I can pay you right now. As for the rocking chairs, I've only collected deposits, and they're all with my dad. Otherwise, I'll have to call him."

They said they were going to walk towards the carpenter's workshop inside.

"No need, no need. I just came to ask about the situation. We can calculate the profit sharing after Master Fang finishes his work and receives all the money. There's no rush," Liu Nanjia said, stopping him.

"Alright then." Mu Tou stopped walking, but still took out his share of the egg rack and gave it to Liu Nanjia, which was about 100 coins.

Liu Nanjia accepted the money and left with her brother and sister without disturbing his business any further.

Since it was a rare day without having to make fried chicken, Liu Nanjia decided not to cook dinner either. She went to the clinic to call Song Chen out, and together they found a small shop and ate out.

The shop is run by a husband and wife. They arrived early, and there weren't many customers yet.

The proprietress was relatively free at the moment. Seeing that the four of them were all quite young and good-looking, with three of them even looking somewhat alike, she came over to chat with them: "You guys are siblings, right? Oh my, this little girl is really pretty."

This is a compliment to Liu Sirou.

Liu Sirou was a little embarrassed by the praise, but Liu Nanjia was very pleased. They had been eating well during this time and looked much better than before when they were pale and thin. In particular, their younger sister Liu Sirou had changed the most, which showed that she had taken good care of her.

So he chatted warmly with the proprietress.

As they chatted, the topic turned to the shop. "Auntie, does this shop belong to your family?"

"Yes, but we only bought it a few years ago. We rented it for a long time before we saved up enough money."

This shop is located on a side street next to the main road, not too far from the intersection. The location is not bad, so the price should not be low.

It wasn't mealtime, but there were still a few tables of customers, which meant business was pretty good. It took them quite a while to accumulate enough customers to buy this. Liu Nanjia seemed to be deep in thought.

When Liu Nanjia returned home that evening, he was relieved to see Liu Sirou jumping around and clearly enjoying all the things she had bought that day. It seemed that yesterday's events hadn't left too much of a shadow on his younger sister.

They're still just kids; they're so happy with just some simple toys and snacks.

So, Liu Nanjia made a decision, "Little sister, how about we play like this for one day every seven days from now on?"

"Really?" Liu Sirou looked at her with wide eyes. One day every seven days? Doesn't that mean we can play all the time?

"Of course it's true, just tell me if you want to or not?"

"Yes! Yes! I really want to! My sister is the best!"

Liu Sirou jumped up and down on the spot, then buried her face in Liu Nanjia's arms.

Liu Nanjia smiled and hugged her, feeling that his decision was absolutely right.

That's right. We earn money to have a better life. If we're making fried chicken every day and don't have any free time, how can we have our own life?

Moreover, looking back on the days of working non-stop, it seems even worse than the 996 work schedule of my previous life.

Back then, at least you had one day off a week!

So, she needs to rest now!

In the past two weeks of making fried chicken, she has saved 8 taels of silver, even after deducting today's expenses. With such income, she can definitely afford to take a break!

Let's not even talk about working five days a week and having two days off; let's start with one day off a week.

They were all in the courtyard at the moment, and the other two naturally heard what Liu Nanjia and her younger sister were saying.

Liu Yanxi was perfectly fine; whatever his sister said was right.

Song Chen was somewhat surprised by Liu Nanjia's decision. Wasn't this the same as the officials' rest and leave system? It was even more frequent than rest and leave, so why was it 7 days?

Having been accustomed to the weekday system for over twenty years, Liu Nanjia naturally continued her habits from her previous life and thought that Song Chen didn't understand her approach.

After what happened with Liu Sirou yesterday, she trusted the boy more and was willing to talk to him more.

“Think about it, why do we make fried chicken? It’s to make money, and making money is so that we can have food to eat and clothes to wear, so that we can live a better life. If we’re doing business every day, like before, we don’t even have time to buy clothes or sit down for a proper meal as a family. Can we still be considered living a good life? The profits from the first six days are enough for us to indulge ourselves for one day on the seventh day.”

"I didn't mean I didn't understand," Song Chen explained, seeing that Liu Nanjia had misunderstood him. "I was just wondering why it's seven days?"

"what?"

Liu Nanjia was stunned. She hadn't expected that after all her rambling, this was what he was focusing on? It was something she was used to, but how was she supposed to explain this?

"I just ordered it randomly. The fried chicken has been sold for... 14 days now, so I was thinking it would be nice to have a day off in between," Liu Nanjia said, making up a story.

Song Chen nodded and didn't say anything more.

Liu Nanjia secretly wiped away a bead of sweat. Had she managed to fool him?