On the night when the soap was made, heavy rain began to fall.
Stirred awake by the chill, Qin Yao rolled up in her warm bedding, thankful she hadn't hung the soap under the corridor.
Otherwise, three days of effort would have been wasted with the storm overnight.
The rain poured all night, only slowing into a drizzle at dawn, with no sign of clearing.
"One autumn rain brings one degree of cold," pushing open the door in the morning, Qin Yao immediately felt the 'cold' in that saying.
September had already passed halfway.
Today was the fifteenth, the day to distribute last month's wages to the workers.
After breakfast at home, Qin Yao changed into a thick cotton outfit and took the ledgers and silver to the factory.
Though she hadn't visited for half a month, with Liu the carpenter there, everything at the factory was still running smoothly.
