The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Chapter 562, Making Incense_1

Chapter 617: Chapter 562, Making Incense_1

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In March, when a multitude of flowers bloomed, Daohua had the floral farm’s butler bring a wealth of fresh flowers, which she then used to concoacperfume in the courtyard.

“Miss, the manager from the Glass Store has delivered the bottles you requested.”

Wang Manman and Bi Shi each came back holding a box of clear glass bottles.

When Daohua decided to make perfume, she had ordered a hundred perfume bottles from the Glass Store.

Now the craftsmanship at the Glass Factory was very sophisticated, and the perfume bottles they produced hardly deviated from the designs she had provided, each delicate and exquisite.

Looking at the rose perfume extracted on the desk, Wang Manman took a deep breath and said dreamily, “It smells so good!”

Guyu nodded in agreement, “It does smell wonderful, but there’s just so little of it. A big basket of roses can probably only fill two or three bottles.”

Wang Manman: “That’s why the perfume is priced so high.”

Daohua sat to the side, organizing the production process, preparing to write down every step in detail, and then find someone to follow it at the flower farm.

“Fill the bottles with perfume, but remember, don’t fill them to the brim, three-quarters full will suffice.”

By mid-March, various floral perfumes had been produced and were placed for sale at the Rouge Shop.

The Rouge Shop under Daohua’s name had always done well. With the launch of the perfume, it caught the attention of regular customers, and under the promotion of the shop manager, a hundred bottles of perfume sold out in just a few days.

Thrilled, the manager brought the ledger to report to Daohua. After reviewing it, Daohua fell silent for a moment before summoning Yan Shouhou, who replaced Xiaoliu’s job.

Yan Shouhou, the son of the Kitchen Manager, Madame Wei, had been in Daohua’s charge for the past two years. Madame Wei was promoted by her, so Yan Shouhou was considered her man too.

“Miss, you called for me?”

Unlike Xiaoliu, who was clever and adaptable, Yan Shouhou lived up to his name—honest and loyal.

Had it been the inception of the shop or farm, she would certainly not have employed such a person. However, with the rules of both the shop and the farms well established, such a person became the best choice for a manager.

Daohua: “Last year, Brother Xiaoliu took a group of people to Taohua Village, you know about them, right?”

Yan Shouhou quickly nodded: “I do know. Brother Xiaoliu specifically briefed me on their situation.”

Daohua nodded: “They have now been assigned to the wheat farm. Tomorrow, you go there and from those people, pick seven or eight nimble women to bring to the floral farm in Xingzhou.”

As she spoke, she handed him the flowchart for perfume production.

Yan Shouhou glanced at the perfume production flowchart and hesitated.

Smiling, Daohua said, “Speak your mind.”

Yan Shouhou instantly replied, “Miss, Brother Xiaoliu said those people still need observation. They’ve behaved well these past couple of months, but to entrust them with the secret of making perfume—could that be a bit…”

Daohua took over the conversation, “A bit hasty?” She smiled, “Don’t worry, their contracts of sale are in my hands. They can only make a living by following me.”

Yan Shouhou gave a sheepish smile, “I was overthinking it.”

But Daohua said, “Your concern is valid. Now that you’re helping me manage the shops and farms, you should always think things through when dealing with people and situations. If you’re unsure about anything, come find me. Never keep it to yourself.”

“Many things start small, and they may seem trivial at first. But if not resolved initially, they’ll grow like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, and eventually turn into a major disaster.”

Yan Shouhou quickly responded, “I’ll keep it in mind.”

Daohua nodded with a smile.

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The Wheat Farm.

This was the largest farm in Daohua’s possession, extending ten thousand mu.

At this moment, the ten thousand mu had completed spring plowing, and the farm’s workers were chatting in small groups on the ridges. Among them, a few stood out in particular.

They were all tall and burly men. One of them even had a lost eye, and another was bald, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

“Brother Cao, do you think that Yan Family girl really put us to work as farmers?” Bald said, rubbing his head.