wear it lord god

Chapter 2642 Immortal Realm Workers 10
From then on, Xining was so busy that she could only sleep for five hours a day.

Because I didn't want to disturb other people's sleep, I went to the library and did my needlework by the light of the library.

She would go back to sleep after working until midnight, and someone would wake her up at dawn.

After a week of work, I finally finished everything. On a day off, I took the materials to see Marquis Wu'an.

As they passed through the teleportation array, the heavenly soldiers saw her carrying a cloth bag and conducted a routine inspection.

There was no way to hide six orders and eighteen pairs of insoles in my sleeve.

Upon seeing that they were insoles, Tianbing's eyes lit up: "How much are these?"

She could only honestly reply, "These were ordered by the brothers from Beitianmen. Three sets of food and one Bigu pill or something of equivalent value are needed, along with some cloth."

Two more heavenly soldiers gathered around, picked up a book and examined it from all angles: "It's so thick, and the price isn't expensive either."

"The ones you can buy, one pair at a time, aren't as thick as this."

"If we place an order, when can we expect to receive it?"

As a result, when she passed through the teleportation array, she obtained the foot measurements of the four heavenly soldiers on duty.

After delivering the goods to Marquis Wu'an and settling the bill, Marquis Wu'an pulled out another piece of paper: "I've marked the sizes on the side. Some sizes are similar and weren't sorted out, so please pay attention. Items of the same size can be cut together. There are too many orders, so it seems we can cut only one size at a time in the future."

Looking at the densely packed paper, with at least twenty people's names, Xi Ning's lips twitched slightly: "Really? Insoles are that popular?"

It's just a shoe insole. In the mortal world, shoe insoles are insignificant things no matter where you go.

Marquis Wu'an was among them, and he understood the reasoning perfectly: "Your advantage is substantial."

Even at the cheapest price, it's still three doses of one Bigu pill, enough for a day's meals. One crystal is equivalent to one thousand yuan, which can buy one hundred Bigu pills, so each Bigu pill is equivalent to ten yuan.

However, for those who receive military pay, this is more than enough to afford.

Marquis Wu'an suddenly had a brilliant idea: "Why don't you specialize in this? With 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, 80,000 celestial river naval forces, and tens of thousands of various peddlers and laborers, you won't have to worry about finding a market."

Xi Ning smiled wryly: "It's easier said than done. If it were so easy to make money, why don't the other fairies do it?"

Marquis Wu'an replied, "Great immortals and mid-level immortals don't need it. Even if they did, their families could help them. The fairies here are all of extraordinary birth and wouldn't stoop to such trivial matters. There aren't even shoe shops in the commercial street; everything is custom-made by the embroidery workshop, with each pair costing at least five spirit stones."

Indeed, the original owner was one of the worst ascended immortals, but in the mortal realm, she was still a princess of the Heavenly Family.

Xi Ning thought for a moment and said, "The quantity is too large now, so I can only do it in batches and get it out as soon as possible."

Marquis Wu'an: "That's great. You know, many brothers combine several pairs of insoles together. This silk cloth is slippery and slides around inside the shoes like an eel."

Then he took out a large roll of linen as material, wrapped it in the cloth, tied it into a bundle, hooked it on his arm, and said goodbye and left.

Then he went to the embroidery shop on the commercial street and sold the embroidered handkerchief.

Upon seeing the two lifelike butterflies on the handkerchief, the steward asked, "Did you embroider these yourself?"

She nodded.

The manager examined it closely again, lightly touching the surface with his fingers, and was quite satisfied: "The stitches are fine and the tail is well hidden."

They then agreed on three fasting pills: one for the fabric of the handkerchief and two for the embroidery fee. After payment, they asked if the person was interested in working in the embroidery workshop. Room and board were provided, with a guaranteed minimum of three crystal stones per month, plus additional pay based on the amount of work completed. If working in the workshop, the embroidery work itself would also earn two fasting pills. The advantage was that the person could become a full-time embroiderer. For large projects, such as a thousand-gold-worth skirt, an embroiderer could earn between five and twenty crystal stones per month, with additional rewards if the client was satisfied.

She said she would go back and think about it, and that the manager should ask her to bring any embroidered pieces she had made, and she would give her a good price.

Xining thanked her and then left.

Put the embroidery aside for now; she still has nearly thirty pairs of insoles waiting for her, and she needs to get them done as soon as possible.

If there were more time to finish, adding peonies or something similar under the butterflies would have made the embroidery even more expensive.

After visiting several shops, I bought some flour to use as a paste, and also some thick needles for sewing shoe soles and sewing needles. I've worn out all the sewing needles in the past few days; they're either bent or the tips are frayed. I need to be smart and replace them quickly when no one is looking.

Back home, while it was still early, I quickly cut out all the sizes and starched them in the yard to dry. I marked the dimensions with a charcoal pencil, wrapped each size separately in the remaining linen, gathered them together, and placed them under my pillow.

From then on, Xining became a shoe-making fanatic. Whenever she had free time, while others rested, she would take out a pair of half-pairs of insoles that she always carried with her and start making shoes.

While others sat chatting in twos and threes, she sat to the side, outside the crowd, not caring what kind of looks others were giving her, just doing her own thing.

After Ningxin saw it, she asked once and then never asked again. As long as the work is done, whether they sit or lie down is their own business.

When the break ended, he would stuff the unfinished insoles back into his clothes and go back to work.

Working overtime like this, they finally managed to finish all the goods by the next day off.

The people who were on duty at the teleportation array were taking a break when they were called to pick up the goods. The four heavenly soldiers on duty watched as the four of them received the goods and readily paid. After the others left, they curiously went over to ask them something.

Marquis Wu'an accepted the goods and made payment.

He initially refused to accept the two fasting pills Xi Ning offered, but after being told that even close brothers should keep their accounts straight, he agreed to let it go this time to avoid future mistakes. He then took out a piece of paper with sizes written on it: "This time there are more. Approximately when will the goods be delivered?"

Xi Ning took a look and saw that there were more than twice as many as last time, about fifty or so. Her eyes widened: "So many? Are you trying to kill me with work?"

Marquis Wu'an chuckled: "It's all because of your stuff. Everyone who uses it raves about it. Especially my five shorter brothers, they all placed additional orders, saying they want all three to be made exactly like the one they got."

For the smaller sizes, she deliberately included a specially customized pair among every three pairs, which had several layers added to the heel area to raise it by nearly two inches, creating a hidden height increase.

The celestial soldiers were almost all tall and imposing, rarely shorter than seven feet. But there's a difference between 1.8 meters and 1.85 meters; as men, and especially as celestial soldiers, the taller the better. Sure enough, these men immediately sensed the difference upon wearing the uniform and were quite satisfied.

When they passed through the teleportation array on their way back, the heavenly soldiers on duty that day also gave them orders.

Back in the palace, she quickly cut, starched, and dried the fabric. The whole bag of flour she'd bought last time was gone.

Even the fairies on their day off were stunned when they saw the shoe insoles drying in half the yard.

Seeing their fingers red and swollen from forcefully inserting needles, Xining simply asked them if they were willing to take the job: three orders for two fasting pills.

Some dismissed it with a smile and shook their heads as they walked away, but others were tempted.

After living in the immortal realm for a long time, people forget about face and substance; without real strength, they rely solely on money.

These insole blanks even have the needle points marked on them. You just need to follow the points to stitch the lines. It's simple and convenient, requiring only a little finger strength. Even if you're a cultivator, not a body cultivator, you still have that much finger strength.

During your rest time, just prick a few needles, and you can make it in four days. You'll get two fasting pills in your hands.

Finally, the six fairies agreed to take on three orders as a trial, and said they would consider the others later.