The old woman simply handed him eight cents and said, "Come again another day!"

“That’s too much, Grandma. You’re so kind, I can’t take so much.”

The old lady beamed from ear to ear: "Take it, take it, go buy an ice cream."

By then, he had sold out of all his cars...

I quickly counted the money, and... I made 61 yuan. I gave the old farmer another 10 yuan, minus the cost of a pack of cigarettes.

I made about fifty dollars today!

Great, this is a good start, at least enough to buy the raw materials for making cooked food!

Chen Yifei hummed an off-key song as he approached the door, greeted the old man, and offered him a cigarette.

He said, "I'm leaving now, sir. Thank you for today."

"You're welcome!" the old man replied with a smile. "Come chat with me again another day!"

Chen Yifei quickly arrived at the square, returned the donkey cart to the old man, and gave him ten yuan.

That settles the matter.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure, sure, you're a man of your word. I didn't expect you to be back so soon."

"Of course, old man, you can still come to me to sell your vegetables in the future."

"How about this price?"

"Great!" the old man nodded. "It's just that the village vegetables won't be available for a while. They're all grown secretly in their own little gardens, not through the village committee. Today I bought all the vegetables that were secretly grown by people from all around, and I made quite a bit of money!"

"I'll come find you if I need anything else."

"Um!"

Having made the money, he immediately rode his bicycle to the supply and marketing cooperative.

He remembered that flour wasn't expensive; ten pounds of flour cost about two and a half yuan, and forty pounds would only cost ten yuan.

He happened to have four flour coupons at home, and he brought them all with him. If he used up these four, he would have to find a new way to get grain coupons and meat coupons.

But he gritted his teeth and bought it anyway. He'll figure out how to buy tickets for other things later.

He bought forty catties of flour in one go, and the members of the supply and marketing cooperative were naturally all smiles: "What kind of lightweight flour do you need? We can send you some."

Chen Yifei also had the personality of taking things along with his food.

"Bring me some more condiments, salt, MSG, pepper, spices and such."

"Okay!" The salesperson packed some up for him.

These things are very cheap, so it's fine to give them away as gifts.

The flour was tied to the back of the bicycle. Now all that was missing was a thick iron pot. I remember there was an uncle in the county town who made iron pots and shovels and supplied them to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Chen Yifei privately asked him to buy it, and he wouldn't take a ticket even if he was offered an extra dollar.

Fortunately, I was reborn and figured out some of the paths from my previous life, so things are much smoother now.

He wouldn't be bullied like a headless fly. Although he made money in his past life by taking advantage of the reforms, he still rose from humble beginnings as a street vendor.

Now, finding anything is easy for me in this lifetime.

This deal went smoothly!

I gave the blacksmith seven yuan and got the thick iron pot that was just right for making pancakes!

If it were at a supply and marketing cooperative, this thing would cost eight yuan.

Even if they make an extra trip, neither he nor the blacksmith loses out.

A dilapidated bicycle, with a heavy pot strapped to the front and so much flour on the back, on the way back to Yongquan Village.

The people in the village were chattering away, and everyone came out of their homes to see what was going on.

That's how it is in the village; if anything happens to anyone, there's no peace. In no time, the news travels from one end of the village to the other.

"Wow! Has Yifei changed his ways? How come this kid has changed so much? I didn't even recognize him."

"They even brought back a pot and flour. Did they buy so much flour? Have they become rich?"

"What's Yifei doing? I can't even recognize him. Did he wander around and get into fights today?"

"..."

Seeing him obediently carrying the pot, with so much flour behind him, they were all incredibly jealous.

No, what kind of family is that!

That's all the flour we have.

Not only were the villagers surprised, but everyone was now at the union meeting.

His parents were incredulous: "Where did you get the money?"

"Five yuan isn't enough to buy all this! And this huge pot. It's so thick, what can our family afford?"

Chen's mother, Zhang Cuizhi, even started to shed tears: "I don't know if it's good or bad."

"You little rascal, instead of squandering money, you've started buying things from the supply and marketing cooperative... Have you taken a fancy to one of the sales clerks there...?"

Chen Shuang came out of the kitchen and looked at her younger brother incredulously: "You didn't steal these things, did you?"

Chen Xue burst out of the house, shouting, "All four flour coupons in the house are gone! They've all been used!"

After saying that, Chen Xue pointed at him and cursed, "Damn it. Those four flour coupons were saved up by us through frugality, and we were going to use them for your wedding banquet."

"...Could it be that you're planning to use it for a banquet?" Chen Xue thought that if her younger brother really thought that way, then it was fine.

We misunderstood him.

But Chen Yifei said, "No. The gift for He Runqing hasn't been prepared yet."

"I need to make money first. I can't let people down. I bought flour today, I plan to use it for my future stall."

He calmly took out the remaining thirty yuan from his pocket: "Look, there's still so much left. After buying the pot and noodles, I have less than thirty yuan left."

"What I earned today."

They were somewhat incredulous when they saw the money.

How could someone possibly earn so much in a single day?

With so many people in their family, the total work points they earn from morning till night, plus the extra subsidies because Chen Yifei's father is the brigade leader, barely amount to a few dollars, and not even all of it can be converted into cash.

Even people with jobs in the city don't earn that much money in a month.

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