wear it lord god

Chapter 2641 Immortal Realm Workers 9
Marquis Wu'an appeared unchanged, but his aura seemed different.

He asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's alright, nothing special. It's all chores like cleaning, tidying up, and decorating shops. Not enough to eat, but not to starve either." He only gets three spirit stones a month, while this guy gets a full ten, plus all sorts of perks. I can only envy him: "How about you?"

Marquis Wu'an's face fell slightly: "That's fine too. Three shifts a day and night, rotating every month. This month, we're switching from night shift to day shift."

The newcomers naturally work the night shift. Here, you can't lie down and sleep during the night shift; you have to stand. That's why they say it's guard duty or patrol.

For a great general who once commanded thousands of troops and was ennobled as a marquis, becoming a lowly gatekeeper is a tremendous fall from grace. No wonder the Marquis of Wu'an seemed different; his former high spirits had been crushed to the point where he couldn't even muster a shred of arrogance.

Her gaze immediately swept over Marquis Wu'an.

Marquis Wu'an's lips curled slightly: "I killed one big and five small ones without being injured."

There was no blood on him, so he must have changed and washed up. After all, he had been fighting all night and hadn't slept, so he looked a little tired.

"Alright then." She pretended to breathe a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "There should be a reward, and even if there isn't, the Marquis can still gain a foothold here."

For Marquis Wu'an, being able to establish himself was of no interest whatsoever. He didn't even deign to look at this lousy job.

Then let's change it up: "The demons here are not like those in the mortal world. To be able to fight your way here, they must be at the level of demon immortals. Lord Marquis is indeed incredibly brave."

When people said he was brave, Marquis Wu'an couldn't suppress the smirk on his face.

Seeing that she was quite easy to talk to, Marquis Wu'an revealed his purpose: "Could you make me a few pairs of insoles?"

insole???

Xi Ning stared at him, not reacting for a moment.

Marquis Wu'an said with a hint of embarrassment, "Well, I won't let you do it for free, so you name a price."

I was also afraid she would look down on me, since I had heard that she was good at embroidery, and embroidery is not the same as making insoles.

She was a little puzzled: "Clothes, boots, hats, even armor and weapons are all rationed. Aren't there insoles in the boots?"

"Yes," Marquis Wu'an replied, "They are made of silk, but we stand guard and walk around every day, and silk is not thick enough. We also looked in the commercial streets, but there were no thick insoles for sale."

There is a commercial street, but almost all the shops there are run by people with powerful backgrounds: the clothing and fabric shops of the Weaver Girl and the Seven Fairies, the alchemy shop of Laozi, the fruit shop of the Queen Mother of the West...

It seems there really aren't any insoles for sale. Here, high-ranking immortals use carriages, and low-ranking immortals fly on clouds. Even the lowest-ranking oxen and horses don't walk much. The only time she stood for a long time was when she went to Jinhua to stand on the street, and even that didn't happen every day.

Therefore, silk insoles are the norm, as they are breathable and attractive. However, those on guard duty and patrolling at Tianmen Gate would prefer thicker insoles.

"I see..." she began to consider. Would this violate any divine rules, such as speculation or unauthorized transactions?

Marquis Wu'an seemed to have already investigated: "The Immortal Realm allows bartering, as long as both parties are willing, there is no forced buying or selling. There are also some immortals on the commercial street selling their surplus items, including insoles, which are all too thin, and custom orders are overpriced."

"Oh, I see~" She squatted down, gestured with her hand to indicate the size of Wu Anhou's shoes, then stood up: "I'll go back and make two pairs to try, but I don't have much free time usually, it'll take three to five days. How thick should they be?"

"The thicker the better, and softer too, at least two inches thick," Marquis Wu'an gestured with his fingers.

"Um, could you give me some cloth to make insoles? Cotton or linen, scraps will do." There's nothing I can do; I don't even have any cloth right now. We only get some during the New Year. Marquis Wu'an thought for a moment: "Wait here, I'll go get it."

After a while, Marquis Wu'an brought over a piece of hemp cloth: "Is this alright?"

She flipped through them: "I don't need that many."

“Then keep it, or make two more pairs.” Marquis Wu’an explained the use of the cloth: “It’s issued to be used as leg wraps. I get some every month. Sometimes I accumulate too much and sell it to a merchant. This is what I didn’t finish last month.”

Holding the cloth, she was almost in tears. This treatment and these conditions were simply incomparable to what she had experienced elsewhere.

So every day after finishing her work, she would go back and make insoles. After cutting them out, she would stack them layer by layer, apply starch, and then sew them together.

Fortunately, needles, thread, and headbands were all free, so the fairy could use them for simple sewing. She unceremoniously took the large needles used for sewing quilts.

Even so, I still feel the top band and needle pressure aren't enough. Let's just use this method for now, since we'll only be making two pairs anyway.

Three days later, the two pairs of insoles were made. Taking advantage of her day off, she took them to the North Heavenly Gate to find Marquis Wu'an.

The North Heavenly Gate is really far away. Fortunately, there is a teleportation array here, which is a free benefit. You just need to explain the situation to the guard watching the array.

He said he was going to see an old friend, and after checking his waist tag to confirm his identity, he was allowed to pass.

After receiving the insole, Marquis Wu'an immediately expressed his gratitude and took out a Bigu pill as a reward for her.

This is equivalent to a day's meals. She quickly accepted it and said, "I don't need that much. You try it first. If it works, I'll make three more pairs when I get back. Five pairs per grain should be about right."

"No need to try it on, you can tell it's good just by touching it. The thickness is just right." Marquis Wu'an smiled and stuffed the insole into his clothes. Then he took out something else and gave it to her: "I don't know if you want this."

Holding the warm object, she immediately burst into laughter. It was a handkerchief: "My lord, you've already got a romantic entanglement so quickly?"

"Where is it?" Marquis Wu'an quickly explained, "I found this while cleaning up the battlefield during the last demon invasion. Nobody wanted it, and I almost threw it away, but I thought I'd ask you first, so I kept it."

She pinched the fabric between her fingers, and after rubbing it between her fingers, it felt smooth. "The fabric is not bad, thank you very much then." She crumpled it up haphazardly, stuffed it into her sleeve, chatted for a few more words, and then left.

In the following days, she made three more pairs of insoles, washed and dried the cloth, and then attached it to the embroidery hoop. Whenever she had free time during her breaks, she would sew a few stitches.

I heard that embroidered items can be exchanged for goods in the market. Even if the speed of weaving and embroidery in the celestial realm is fast, it can't keep up with the huge number of people. The lower-level fairies who can't embroider but love beauty are willing to spend a day or two's food expenses to buy a beautiful piece of embroidery.

A week later, she sent over the remaining three pairs of insoles. Marquis Wu'an happily accepted them, saying that the insoles were very good, fit well, and were thick. Now, even after standing for a long time, he would no longer feel as if his feet were on stone slabs.

He then said that his colleague also wanted some, and took out a piece of paper with several sizes written on it: "I've negotiated a price for you, three pairs for one fasting pill, I don't know if that's okay."

"Three pairs for one?" Xi Ning blinked twice, then laughed, her smile sly: "Is there a referral fee involved?"

"No, this is nothing." Marquis Wu'an smiled as well: "As long as I want it in the future..."

"I'll make you a pair for free for every ten orders. If you need enough insoles, I'll use fasting pills. To make it easier to calculate, one pill for every five orders." Looking at the four sizes in his hand, he then introduced six more orders.

"Alright, it's a deal." Marquis Wu'an agreed without hesitation, took out the cloth for making insoles, and stuffed it into her hands. After all, these were all unexpected gains.

Xi Ning took it, looked at her fingers which were a little swollen and red from making insoles, and sighed slightly. She had to keep earning this money. Did she really have to work in the inner palace for five hundred years?