Long Xuanmo squinted his eyes, deep in thought about something unknown, which Yang Mengchen chose to ignore.
The completion of the Ceramic Glaze Factory and its staff dormitory was imminent. On one hand, Yang Mengchen arranged for her father, Yang Chaoyi, to recruit workers in the village who would later be in charge of the Ceramic Glaze Factory's affairs. The sales of cement and tiles were handed over to the Zhao family. On the other hand, she sent Yang Chengrong to the town to inform the workers there to be ready to move, and she wrote to Luo Jingrui, asking him to send more workers knowledgeable in medicinal herbs. She was planning to start producing granules and liquid medicine, and it would be easier for her if the workers were familiar with medicinal herbs.
"Jiujiu, the rice in the fields should be harvested in a couple of days. Should we give the workers a few days off?" At lunch, Old Master Yang asked Yang Mengchen.
