With Niu Chunhua's help, Ma Xiu Lan felt much more relaxed and started to make chili sauce and peanut chili sauce again.

Chili sauce used to sell for 30 cents, but now because it is packaged in glass bottles, if it is still sold for 30 cents, the profit will only be 5 cents, so the price has been raised to 40 cents, and the peanut sesame chili sauce has become 70 cents.

As the end of 1979 was approaching, every household had to prepare New Year's goods. Ma Xiu Lan pulled a cart to set up a stall outside every day and could sell about 60 cans a day.

If she sells it herself, the profit is much higher, and she can earn more than 20 yuan a day.

When Zhao Xingguo, Su Anan and Zhao Xingmin were on vacation, they also started to go home to help. They rode their bicycles, took more than a dozen cans, and went to sell them near Ma Xiu Lan.

After selling out, they would go back to pick up the items. With the joint efforts of several people, they earned fifty or sixty yuan a day. Everyone was very excited, especially Niu Chunhua: "Xiu Lan, can I ask my daughter to come over and help sell tomorrow?"

Ma Xiulan nodded and said, of course.

Lu Wenying went out to buy New Year's goods. She heard from the staff in the family compound that there was a restaurant near the park that made delicious beef sauce, so she rode her bike over to find it.

It happened that she saw Ma Xiu Lan selling something. It was so embarrassing that she gave up her job as a chef and came to set up a stall. Fortunately, she had the right mind and did not agree with her son being with Zhao Xingmin. Otherwise, with such an in-law, she would not be able to hold her head up in the compound.

After all, her relative, Director Lu, said that after waiting for half a year, he would arrange for her son Zhang to be transferred up.

Her grandson was born, and everything was so beautiful.

She saw Zhao Xingmin coming over on a bike from afar. When she saw that it was her son running after the bike, her face instantly turned bad. Without bothering to talk to Ma Xiu Lan, she hurried forward to grab her son.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Jianxun's face turned ugly: "Mom, she is not married at all."

Just now, Zhang Jianxun saw Zhao Xingmin selling things to others. He felt that the man Zhao Xingmin married was not good to her and actually made her go out in public and work in the middle of winter, so he couldn't help but step forward and ask a few questions.

As a result, Zhao Xingmin called him a psychopath.

What does it mean to be miserable when you marry the wrong person? Does she feel the same way?

Lu Wenying's face was grim. "I did see Ma Xiulan buying dowry items before. Even if she didn't get married, you already have a wife and children. Don't think too much about it. Go back quickly."

She dragged Zhang Jianxun back and wanted to turn around and glare at Zhao Xingmin fiercely, calling her a vixen.

But when she turned around, her gaze seemed to be fixed.

Old Su led a group of people to Ma Xiulan's stall, smiling brightly:

"Let me introduce this to everyone. This is my daughter's stall. She has great cooking skills."

"I often hear you brag about your daughter's cooking skills. Today we have to buy some to try."

"I'll take two cans."

"I'll take five cans. They're about the same size as canned meat, perfect for visiting relatives."

"I also want to visit relatives."

In a short while, all the thirty or so cans left in Ma Xiulan's cart were sold out.

"My dear uncles, today we have a 10% discount. If you like the food, please come and buy it from me next time."

The bicycle handle in Lu Wenying's hand was almost broken.