As the autumn harvest was drawing to a close, Song Yan secretly went to the county town. She told her mother-in-law that she was going to find someone to get cheap cloth, which she would then sell in bulk to merchants. When Aunt Wei first heard this, she was naturally terrified. Song Yan told her it was alright because she didn't sell in small quantities, so no one could catch her. She said that the person was someone she knew from Aiguo, and nothing would happen. Aunt Wei was still worried.

“Wei An and Wei Ping are getting older, we should save some money for them! I'll have to support my own children in the future! Everyone needs money, right? Besides, we've stocked up on plenty of food at home so the children can grow up healthy. Isn't that all money? The patriotic allowance alone isn't enough.”

Aunt Wei knew how well the family ate every day. When she was old enough to cook, she was astonished by the amount of flour and corn stored in the kitchen. She learned that Song Yan had brought it all back. So when Song Yan gave things to Old Han and the others, Aunt Wei, though reluctant, didn't stop him.

In truth, Aunt Wei knew that it was thanks to Song Yan that she had the money for the surgery. She knew that Song Yan managed all the family's money, and that all the money was earned by him. Song Yan said he would keep some of the money from selling wild boar to pay off debts, but in reality, he had the money. He just wanted to avoid drawing attention to the debts early, so he had been delaying payment. She was old, and she relied on Wei Ping and Wei Anquan, a loving couple. As long as they were good to their child, she wouldn't interfere. As long as they could raise their child, Aunt Wei had no other desires.

Song Yan told her mother-in-law this so she would know that her money had a source. She had obtained a letter of introduction for accommodation in the county town. Today, she rented a house on the black market for two days and sold some items from her storage space. She planned to find a guesthouse in the afternoon and then go find Han Yu. She brought some woven straw hats, cushions, and handbags, hoping Han Yu's husband would see if the supply and marketing cooperative would accept them. In winter, women are idle and have plenty of time. If they could weave and sell these things, it would be a significant income. Then the empty house could be used by the women.

When Song Yan arrived at the black market, she hadn't even sold a few rabbits before she was surrounded by several people. "Hey, we've been looking for you for ages."

Several men were surrounding a little girl, a sight that was quite alarming. Those who wanted to buy or sell things nearby all backed away. "Do you need something from me?"

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's find somewhere else to chat," the leading man said.

Song Yan sliced ​​the wild boar's neck with a single stroke of her knife, shocking Lao Du and the others. They were also terrified; what if the boar had injured her? Lao Zeng and Lao Du wanted to test Song Yan's skills. They thought that since Song Yan had only been practicing secretly for a short time, her progress would be mediocre. But the result surprised them. What they didn't know was that once Song Yan decided to learn, she wanted to learn well and master it, so she practiced diligently every day. Perhaps it was the mysterious power of the space that made Song Yan feel as light as a swallow. Lao Zeng praised Song Yan, saying she was a natural-born martial arts student. In the basket on Song Yan's back, one could find a machete, a bow and arrows, and even a kitchen knife. Was she afraid of these people? Of course not! Song Yan didn't say a word, simply following behind them.

The leading man was astonished. Only her eyes were visible, but it was clear she was quite young. He hadn't expected her to be so bold. Was she truly fearless, or simply ignorant? Song Yan was led to a courtyard. The leading man went inside, and Song Yan calmly followed.

"Hey girl, you look pretty young, so I'll call you 'girl'." The man in the lead spoke first.

"What do you want?"

The man in charge was the head of the county's black market; he had connections at all levels. That's why he escaped unscathed during the major inspections. Everyone who saw him called him Boss Qin. Anyone who could get a girl from him would be incredibly grateful! This little village girl didn't even acknowledge him. Boss Qin's henchman wasn't having it, and put a hand on Song Yan's shoulder. "This is our boss giving you face, don't be ungrateful." As he spoke, he tightened his grip.

"Let go!" Song Yan wasn't one for violence, and besides, she wasn't confident she could always win. Especially since these people could very well become organized crime in a few years, causing considerable damage. It took many years of crackdowns to dismantle them.

"You little brat!" the man known as Boss Qin shouted. The pressure on Song Yan's shoulder lessened. "To be so aggressive towards such a little girl, it would be beneath me."

The clown reluctantly let go of her hand.

"I'm interested in all the good stuff you have. Could you introduce me to the supplier?" Boss Qin never imagined that the stuff belonged to Song Yan.

“With so much stuff, he won’t easily part with it without a solid foundation. I’m afraid it won’t work.” Song Yan refused. Although wholesaling it was very tempting, he couldn’t agree to it lightly.

The clown had lost track of Song Yan twice, so he was furious whenever he saw him. Since Song Yan was being so disrespectful, why should he be polite? He reached out and twisted Song Yan's arm, this time with all his might.

"Clown."

"Thump!" The clown was thrown to the ground and trampled under Song Yan's feet.

Boss Qin wanted to stop the clown from hurting Song Yan. Who would have thought…

The people around immediately raised their arms, assuming a defensive posture. Song Yan also became wary.

"No, no, you all step back! That clown has some brute strength, and sometimes he just doesn't know his own limitations. He's kicked a hornet's nest this time, hasn't he?" Boss Qin wasn't angry at all.

Song Yan slowly released the clown under his feet. The clown glared at Song Yan with such rage that he wanted to devour him.

"I always tell you not to be so reckless. Did you underestimate me today? Don't embarrass yourself. Get out." The clown was yelled at by Boss Qin and kicked out. "No wonder you're not afraid at all, you're confident. I'm genuinely interested in doing business. It must be inconvenient for you not to come every day. It's convenient for me. Besides, one of my rules in business is that I never haggle over prices. I buy all the goods at market price."

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