When the ssage was sent out initially, the recruitnt location ntioned was the Pancake Fruit Shop in town. Earlier, Wang Laibao had delivered a reply, saying seven or eight people had co to inquire already, and they’d been inford that interviews would be held uniformly on November 18th at the Budong School.
Today is already November 17th.
Village chief Yang Mancang glanced at Yang Ruxin’s deanor and knew she had everything under control, so he stopped urging her.
Unexpectedly, the following day the weather turned gloomy, with a chilly northern wind accompanied by fine pellets of snow.
This marked the first cold snap of the winter season this year.
Yang Ruxin had people set up an iron stove in one of the classrooms, burning coal, and it was surprisingly warm inside.
"Miss, if this thing were for sale, it’d probably sell out instantly," Du Juan marveled at the stove and couldn’t help comnting.
"You’re absolutely right, but we don’t have the materials," Yang Ruxin sighed.
Here, trying to make copper or iron products was nearly impossible. Copper and iron mines were strictly controlled by the Imperial Court, with annual outputs carefully docunted and distributed to various regions. While there might be so surplus, no one would willingly take their reserves for general use.
Last year, He Donglai had managed to help secure one stove, but with the house bigger and more people this year, one wasn’t enough. So early on, she’d requested help from Fang Dehua.
Though they couldn’t achieve one stove per room, it was sufficient for their household needs. The Fang Family kept three stoves for themselves as well. This appliance was not only more efficient than burning charcoal for warmth, but it could also boil water and cook food, making it vastly convenient.
Du Juan stuck out her tongue, realizing she’d spoken randomly.
"Miss, with weather like this, do you think anyone will co?" Chun Hua placed a lump of coal into the stove, closed the lid, and asked with a hint of worry.
"Let’s wait and see." Yang Ruxin wasn’t in much of a hurry.
"Big Sis, let’s roast sothing to eat!" Sanni suggested.
Yang Ruxin had soone fetch sweet potatoes to roast on the stove. Soon, the entire room was filled with a rich, sweet aroma.
"Once Brother Donglai makes us a grilling rack, we can roast at for you guys. It tastes even better than skewers," Yang Ruxin said, biting into a sweet potato and closing her eyes in satisfaction. In her previous life, a roasted sweet potato had cost over ten bucks, and it hadn’t always been this sweet.
"Great, we haven’t had roasted at in so long!" Sanni lit up with joy. The last ti they’d had it was last year.
"You’ve definitely gained weight," Yang Ruxin teased, pinching Sanni’s cheek.
Sanni instinctively glanced at Zhou Xiao. "No, I haven’t!"
Zhou Xiao chuckled. "ngng is perfect no matter her size!"
Sanni blushed furiously. "What nonsense are you saying?"
"I’m speaking the truth," Zhou Xiao said innocently.
"You..." Sanni stomped her foot in frustration.
"Haha..." Yang Ruxin couldn’t help laughing mischievously, "Kid, not bad. You’ve got the art of flirting down—sweet talk is the ultimate move! Keep it up!"
"Big Sis, I wasn’t sweet talking. I’m being completely truthful," Zhou Xiao said earnestly, looking at Yang Ruxin as if dissatisfied with her calling it sweet talk.
"Alright, I stand corrected," Yang Ruxin said solemnly to Zhou Xiao. "You’re absolutely right; my ngng truly is the most beautiful—no matter fat or thin..."
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