Chapter 441 – Why Don’t You Go Robbing (5)
“Workers who are diligent, work overtime without pay, and look handsome—please bring me a dozen of them!”
The audience in the live stream room exploded once again.
Compared to the host, Zhou Bapi was practically a saint.
At least Zhou Bapi pays people, while the host has never given out even a single coin.
[Host V]: “Look at what you’re saying! I provided housing! I supply all the grain for the entire county!”
Just as she finished her spiel, a little angel shot back in disgust.
[Tuhui Boss]: “Heh, a house worth three coins and the grain you’ve supplied—you’re just amazing, host!”
Even though she was being mocked, who was Jiang Pengji? She didn’t need to take such jabs to heart.
Jiang Pengji generously stated, “Before this batch of glass is sold, the brick kiln won’t start producing any more glass. After all, rarity adds value, so the quantity must be strictly controlled. However, I will also start researching other things… um, since you’re all my people, as your leader, I can’t shortchange you. Once today’s work is done, do you want to come with me to the brick kiln and each pick a set?”
Even though glass sells for a high price, those from her own household understood the situation; she wasn’t stingy, and they would share the blessings together.
Liu Zhi had originally planned to stay in Xiangyang for just two days, but the glass had delayed his stay for three or four days.
The brick kiln was working day and night, ramping up production. Defective products were mercilessly eliminated and uniformly destroyed, while quality glass teapots were carefully wrapped and stored in boxes piled high with layers of colorful silk scraps. Just as Jiang Pengji had complained, glass really is too fragile; damage could cost tens of thousands in losses, and protecting it was essential—who could afford to pay for a broken piece?
Despite the live stream audience mocking her for being so shameless, one thing could not be denied—regardless of how much the original value was fabricated, the real value lay in the market price at sale. Glass teapots indeed had a market value of tens of thousands…
In other words, their leader was casually giving away things worth tens of thousands?
The three of them were a bit muddled by this explosive news, instinctively expressing their gratitude.
Jiang Pengji acknowledged with a slight sound and abruptly changed the subject.
“By the way, is red date and tremella soup really that bad?”
The red date and tremella soup in front of them had barely been touched, and it had cooled down significantly.
At the Feng residence, in the inner courtyard.
Changsheng didn’t resemble either parent just yet, but at her young age, her love for mischief was already evident.
“Yah… yah yah…”
Muttering with strange sounds, she used her arms and legs, and through her persistent efforts, her plump body rolled over with a plop, finally flipping onto her back, her little legs flailing as if trying to roll back to being on her stomach.
Wei Jingxian sat next to her, gently helping her flip over so she could continue playing around.
She laughed, saying, “Changsheng’s whirling just now looked like a little turtle that couldn’t flip over.”
The maidservant attending them chimed in with a laugh.
“I heard the elders say it takes a child about four to five months to roll over. The little lady is strong; she’s only a bit over three months and can already flip over. With such early wisdom, maybe in a few months, the lady will hear her call you ‘mother.’”
Upon hearing this, Wei Jingxian’s smile became even gentler.
If we are to talk about personality, it’s hard to tell if Changsheng takes after her mother or Feng Jin—stubborn yet relentlessly active.
If Changsheng insists on flipping and playing, then she must rely on her own abilities.
Previously, when Wei Jingxian saw her struggling to roll over for a long time, she humorously gave a helping hand.
Unexpectedly, the child flushed bright red and cried, refusing to accept help, embodying a “I won’t do it, I won’t do it” attitude.
Wei Jingxian could only hold her, coaxing her gently, but the resentful Changsheng refused to calm down.
She was truly scared of this child, so from then on, no matter how much Changsheng rolled around at the table, she refrained from intervening.
After all, a baby’s energy is limited; after rolling around for half an afternoon, how could Changsheng hold out?
Soon, she was in a drowsy state, soundly falling asleep.
When Feng Jin returned home, stepping softly in the fading sunlight, he saw Wei Jingxian kneeling beside Changsheng, a gentle smile on her lips, while their daughter lay sprawled out, making it easy to imagine how her sleeping posture would be quite the sight as she grew older.
Such a carefree sleeping position made Feng Jin want to have the house maid come correct it several times.
However, each time he caught sight of his daughter’s watery eyes, he instantly backed down, unable to bear being harsh.
“Huaiyu, why did you come back so early today?”
The maidservant heard the movement and saluted, startling Wei Jingxian from her reverie.
Feng Jin held a long black wooden box carefully in his arms.
He replied, “Oh, not much to do today; I handled it quickly and came back a bit earlier.”
Wei Jingxian’s curious gaze fell on the black box, silently questioning what it contained.
“It was a gift from the leader, but it’s a bit fragile, so Changsheng can’t touch it.”
It wasn’t that Feng Jin cared about the glass teapot; it was just that glass breaks too easily and could easily cut skin. In Feng Jin’s mind, nothing in the world was more precious than his Changsheng, and “it wouldn’t be good if she got hurt.”
“What exactly is inside?”
Wei Jingxian curiously pressed, and Feng Jin didn’t keep her in suspense.
He gently placed the box down, trying not to make noise and disturb Changsheng’s sleep.
“Look, isn’t this craftsmanship amazing? A true masterpiece?”
Feng Jin opened the box, inside filled with deliberately shredded various fabrics.
He took out a delicate teapot, just the size of his palm, exquisite and transparent.
Bathed in the evening sunlight, it reflected enchanting colorful glimmers, nearly mesmerizing Wei Jingxian into forgetting to breathe.
“This… where did you get such a marvelous item?” Wei Jingxian covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from gasping too loudly.
“It was a gift from Lan Ting; not only did I get one, but Wen Zheng also sent one too.”
Feng Jin rarely referred to Jiang Pengji as ‘the leader’ privately, not out of disrespect, but because he preferred to see her as a friend.
Wei Jingxian couldn’t believe her ears, repeating incredulously, “Teacher Qi and the others also got one?”
She thought this extraordinary treasure could only exist in this world once, and having one was already a miracle.
“Yeah.” Seeing his wife’s reaction, Feng Jin suddenly decided to tease her, “Guess how much it costs?”
“A treasure so exquisite must be pricey—at least seven or eight thousand, right?”
Feng Jin chuckled, “Lan Ting wants thirty thousand to sell it to the noble of Beijiang…”
Wei Jingxian’s eyes widened in shock.
She exclaimed, “Thirty thousand… why not just go rob it?”
Feng Jin was silently amused. Compared to the original price, seven or eight thousand was already highway robbery!
