A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

[A bubble tea shop is expanding and needs to hire 5 staff members. Monthly salary starts at 8000 yuan, training provided, and five social insurances and one housing fund.]

[Cold chain facility needs to recruit 30 skilled workers and drivers, starting salary 10000 RMB per month, training provided, five social insurances and one housing fund]

Several shops in the commercial street are recruiting several trainee shop assistants. Monthly salary starts at 7000 RMB, training provided, and five social insurances and one housing fund.

Construction sites are hiring numerous construction workers, with monthly salaries starting at 10000 yuan, including training and five social insurances and one housing fund.

[Priority will be given to young people returning to their hometowns from Tiancun and surrounding villages for all positions.]

Employees who have reached a certain length of service can apply for low-cost employee dormitories using their housing provident fund.

A planning map was attached below the announcement.

Along the national highway, a commercial street extends outwards from the twelve-story building housing Mixue Ice Cream on both sides.

Behind the commercial street is a residential area built according to urban standards.

In Tamura, there is a planned area for logistics bases and processing plants.

The bulletin board was crowded with people.

"My goodness... Is this really our Tamura?"

"This...this means they're moving the entire county to our village!"

"I have to get my second son back! I absolutely have to get him back!"

"They're all getting housing?! Really?!"

At the foot of the back mountain, downstream of the reservoir, next to the lychee grove.

Lin Yan sat by the newly excavated fishing pond.

This place was originally a dry pond, but now, following his instructions, it has been deepened, impermeable, and paved with a hardened road surface.

Lin Yan sat on the sofa chair, holding a cup of fruit tea made by Xier.

Syl sat in his lap, holding a magic book in her hands, and occasionally stole a glance at him.

"Honey……"

Syl's voice was soft.

"Um?"

"A lot of people came to the village again today."

Lin Yan didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

He raised his hand and gently patted Syl's head.

"Look, the foundation of our paradise."

Syl's ears turned red.

She didn't say anything, but simply put down the magic book in her hand and snuggled closer to him.

Lin Yan lowered his head and picked her up.

……

Since the influx of migrant workers, Mixue Ice Cream has never been quiet.

The shutter door was only half-closed in the morning when someone outside crouched down and squeezed inside.

"Coming! Coming! Open the door!"

The person at the front of the line is the construction site's safety officer, who comes here to buy drinks every day.

Lin Jiaqing had just tied her apron when the cashier started beeping.

One, two, three, the single notes came out and then joined together, without a pause.

"A cup of succulent grape juice!"

"I'd like a milk tea and two ice cream cones!"

"Lemonade, regular sugar, regular ice!"

Uncle Fang's daughter-in-law stood in front of the bar counter, using both hands simultaneously to serve two cups at a time.

In the past, carrying rice stalks in the fields was hard physical labor.

Shaking milk tea now is tiring in a different way, but my hands still ache.

As Lin Jiaqing prepared the order, she glanced around the room, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly.

In the past, she never imagined that one day she would find working to be something she was willing to do.

But that was in the past; things are different now.

From that day on, Lin Jiaqing finally understood what work truly meant.

Working is just getting by, it's about getting through each day as it comes.

But work is different. Work is labor that requires mutual respect. You sincerely hope it will be good, so she is full of energy.

This spirit isn't something you force; it comes from the bottom of your heart.

"Sister Qing, the ice cream powder is almost gone."

A young employee whispered a reminder from the side.

"Okay, I'll place the order for the materials on the software."

It wasn't until the afternoon that the flow of people eased up a little.

The bustling noise in the store subsided.

At this time, if you're working in a factory, you'd probably take advantage of the break to watch videos or chat together.

But that wasn't the case at the restaurant, after everyone had lunch.

Uncle Fang's daughter-in-law took her phone and sat down in the corner behind the bar.

On the screen is a video teaching Mandarin pronunciation.

Uncle Fang's daughter-in-law read along.

She wasn't in a hurry, and just practiced over and over again.

She didn't have much education, and it didn't matter to her before, since there were no requirements. Whether her Mandarin was good or not didn't affect her farming or working.

But things are different now. Lin Yan has paid her such a high salary and given her such a respectable job. She can't just drift along like this; she has to live up to this job.

There were people from out of town in the shop, and when they opened their mouths, they spoke standard Mandarin.

She didn't want customers to think the store's employees were unsophisticated, and she didn't want people to look down on them.

Therefore, you have to practice.

Practice little by little until it flows smoothly.

On the other side of the bar, another young employee took out a small notebook filled with her notes.

The ingredients and base of the beverage, whether for hot or cold drinks, should be used within a few hours of opening and stored at low temperatures...

She dropped out of high school halfway through, because textbooks are something you really forget as soon as you read them.

However, she found herself willing to memorize the milk tea recipes and operating standards, and to learn them repeatedly.

Lin Jiaqing sat down at his desk and began calculating the losses and how much material to order next time. He had also been learning how to shoot videos recently, hoping to post some videos of their store's daily life on short video platforms.

When she used to work away from home, she only calculated whether she had enough for her own rent and food that month. Now, she calculates for everyone in the store.

At that moment, a middle-aged man walked in through the door.

With the fruit season approaching, the number of buyers from other regions is increasing.

Uncle Fang's daughter-in-law immediately greeted him with a welcome.

He glanced at the bar and then at the menu.

He intentionally or unintentionally adopted the tone he used when discussing business in the city.

"Excuse me, what kind of grapes do you use for your 'Succulent Grape' product? Can I choose the sweetness level?"

She showed no sign of panic and responded calmly.

"We use fresh grapes, each cup is made to order, and the syrup is a standardized formula from the brand. Customers can choose the sweetness level and the amount of ice."

The guest raised an eyebrow.

When faced with this kind of problem, most small town stores either look completely bewildered or give a vague, evasive answer.

This person not only answered the question correctly, but also answered it clearly.

He became interested, picked up the bag, and continued asking questions.

What are your peak customer traffic times each day? What is your average daily cup production volume?

When faced with this kind of question, a typical shop assistant will either look at you suspiciously and ask what you're here for, or they'll stumble over the question and stammer.

Lin Jiaqing happened to walk out and naturally chimed in.

"You're here to do business, right? We drink over a thousand cups on average."

He ordered a drink and then found a rest area by the window.

He slowly exhaled, put down the cup in his hand, and sighed softly.

"I never expected that... in rural milk tea shops, these people have better professional skills and service awareness than those in the city."