Busy times always fly by. Ancient Wen Heng commuted to and from Yingshan Academy every day, while Jin Qianqian got her workshop up and running.
Seeing batch after batch of regular soap and scented soap piling up in the warehouse, Jin Qianqian couldn't sit still any longer.
"This warehouse is almost overflowing." On several occasions, Jin Qianqian had to resist the urge to move the goods into her personal dimension.
Ancient Wen Heng hadn't expected the servants they'd bought this time to be so effective. Not only were they easy to manage, but every one of them was quick and skillful. They didn't slack off or cause trouble. He had thought the manual labor would be slow, but instead, they had produced so many finished goods so quickly.
"Don't be anxious yet. If it really comes to it, we can just use the empty rooms at home."
