Chapter 69: Super Sixth Sense

In the midst of late autumn, the nourishing soups brought a sense of contentment to both Jiang Mixia and Jiang Youcheng.

The construction of the workshop began in earnest.

As it was the leisure period after sowing wheat, and with the village’s labor not occupied, combined with the good food and ample tea at Jiang’s home, they had no shortage of helpers.

With many hands, the work progressed swiftly, from filling the pit to laying the foundation, and finally completing the construction of the building and repairing the courtyard walls, all in just over twenty days.

In short, the workshop was completely finished before the onset of winter.

Jiang Mixia and Jiang Youcheng selected two young apprentices from the village. To facilitate deliveries, Jiang Youcheng purchased an adult ox from the county and acquired a cart.

The workshop’s business began to take shape.

During the workshop’s preparation, the tea garden’s goods were delivered on time, the waterproof satchel for the Wen De Academy were not delayed, and Zheng Yuanhe placed the first order.

Bamboo baskets, winnowing baskets, fish traps, mats, and waterproof Satchels prepared to be sold in the city were all part of the burgeoning business.

This order was substantial, and even with the current scale of the workshop, it would take nearly half a month to fulfill.

Since the workshop was now handling large orders, they couldn’t afford to be distracted by small requests for baskets and winnowing baskets. Some resourceful individuals from Jiang’s village took notice and came to the workshop to purchase goods, planning to sell them at the town market to earn some extra money.

In response, Jiang Mixia established a formal pricing system.

She created a clear and reasonable list, detailing individual purchase prices, bulk purchase prices, cumulative purchase amounts, and the corresponding prices…

The overall principle was that the more one bought, the more cost-effective it became.

This approach encouraged many to buy in bulk, promoting the workshop’s sales volume while avoiding the hassles of retail.

Overall, wholesale proved to be more advantageous than retail.

Jiang Youcheng and Liu Shi wholeheartedly supported Jiang Mixia’s overall planning for the workshop. In matters related to the workshop, they essentially followed Jiang Mixia’s lead, adhering to her decisions.

As the northwest wind picked up, the first snowfall of the year began to drift down, signaling the arrival of winter.

The snowflakes were small, starting in the afternoon and continuing until evening, visibly accumulating a layer of white on the ground.

“If this continues overnight, it might cause some trouble for us tomorrow,” Jiang Mixia frowned.

Tomorrow, she needed to deliver goods to the Zhengs shop, marking the first delivery since the collaboration between the two families began.

Although both parties had previously discussed that weather-related issues were considered force majeure and were subject to mutual understanding, as it was the first delivery, Jiang Mixia wanted to avoid any potential mishaps.

“I think the snow won’t be heavy, so you don’t need to worry, wife,” Song Jingyun reassured Jiang Mixia, noticing that she hadn’t gone to bed.

Jiang Mixia knew it was unlikely, but since her husband was trying to comfort her, she didn’t want to disregard his kindness and simply nodded, “Let’s hope so.”

“It’s getting late; you should get some rest. We have to get up early tomorrow,” she added.

To show the importance of the first delivery, Jiang Mixia intended to go personally, although she understood that she might not be able to go. Still, she held onto a glimmer of hope.

“Okay, I’ll go to sleep early,” replied an excited Song Jingyun.

With the recent cold weather, the fire was burning warmly, and the bedding had been warmed over the fire. As Song Jingyun lay in bed at night, it felt cozy and comfortable.

Song Jingyun truly cherished the warm and comforting feeling. He even found the ordinarily mundane act of sleeping to be somewhat gratifying.

Lying in bed and sleeping had become one of Song Jingyun’s favorite activities, second only to eating.

Jiang Mixia entered the room but remained pensive. Song Jingyun fell asleep quickly, breathing steadily and deeply, showing signs of deep slumber. However, due to her concerns about the weather, Jiang Mixia couldn’t sleep soundly and woke up several times during the night to check the weather.

By the end of the evening watch, the light snowflakes had stopped, leaving only the whistling of the north wind. By midnight, the sky had cleared, revealing the twinkling stars.

In the morning, the rooster crowed thrice, and the eastern horizon began to brighten.

It seemed like it would be a clear day today. Moreover, the wind from the previous night had blown most of the snowflakes away, leaving little residue on the ground and not hindering movement.

As Jiang Mixia and Song Jingyun traveled by ox cart, watching several carts of goods heading towards the county town, the eastern sky revealed a bright red sun.

“See, I told you, wife, there’s no need to worry. The weather will definitely be clear,” Song Jingyun said excitedly.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Jiang Mixia smiled at her son-in-law, but she also looked puzzled.

After a moment, she tilted her head and asked, “By the way, how did you know for sure that it would be a clear day today, and that I shouldn’t worry?”

Could it be that her husband was a weather forecaster?

“I don’t know,” Song Jingyun scratched his ear. “I just had a feeling that the weather would be very good.”

A super sixth sense? Now it was Jiang Mixia’s turn to scratch her ear.

Come to think of it, Song Jingyun’s words had come true more than once or twice. It happened often, and she always felt that Song Jingyun’s luck seemed especially good…

A person with exceptionally good luck?

“Oh no!” Suddenly, Song Jingyun exclaimed.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang Mixia’s thoughts were immediately brought back.

“My egg,” Song Jingyun’s face turned into a frown. “Mom cooked a couple of eggs for us to eat on the road. I noticed she didn’t cook many, so I only took two – one for you and one for me. I felt a bit hungry just now, so I was going to eat mine, but as I was peeling it, the cart jolted, and the egg fell and got crushed by the wheel…”

As Song Jingyun spoke, his voice almost took on a tearful tone.

Jiang Mixia felt that this was only because there were others present. If it had just been the two of them, Song Jingyun would probably have shed a few tears over this egg.

But come to think of it, maybe her husband’s luck wasn’t that strong after all.

After all, he was someone who couldn’t even eat an egg…

“Alright, you can have my egg,” Jiang Mixia said. “I had a big breakfast, and I probably won’t be hungry until noon. It’s okay.”

“In that case, I won’t hold back,” Song Jingyun said as he took out another egg from his pocket, cracked it against the cart, and slowly peeled it.

This time, he was careful to avoid the egg falling off. He huddled his body and crossed his legs, ensuring that even if the egg accidentally dropped, it would only fall into his lap.

This husband of hers…