Lin Ziyin calculated the fee at the rate of five taels of silver per jug, charging a friendly price for her managerial service. In this way, not only did she earn silver, but also gained valuable favors.
The long-term workers managing the greenhouse were also happy. The more jugs delivered, the more silver they could get by the end of the year.
"Take it, we only manage the greenhouse. What leaves there is no longer our responsibility," Lin Ziyin replied with a smile. The next batch of tomatoes would set fruit as the weather cooled down.
"Miss, it's too sunny outside. Let's go back," Qiaoqiao came over and considerately held up a paper umbrella for her.
"Okay." Lin Ziyin, not used to such attention, had stood in the sun for a while. Sweat dripped from her face and body like a small stream, and her vision went somewhat dark. She feared getting heatstroke if she stood much longer. "Don't leave them out to bake in the sun."