A beautiful and wealthy woman from the 21st century becomes a handsome young educated youth in the 1970s. Framed by her hypocritical best friend and sent to the countryside, she relies on her golde...
Zhuang Zhimeng sighed before confiding in her aunt.
“My husband died shortly after we got married. He was good to me and bought these things for me to nourish my body.”
The old woman found it strange; it shouldn't be put up for sale in the first place!
Zhuang Zhimeng continued her story only after observing the old woman's reaction.
“My mother-in-law thinks that since my husband is dead, I don’t deserve to eat these good things. She thinks it’s better to sell them all to help support the family. Alas! What can I do? A newly widowed woman like me dares not resist. I can only sell everything to get money!”
The old woman understood; the mother-in-law was bullying the young woman because her husband was gone. She felt terrible and wanted to help the young woman.
"Young wife, how much are you planning to sell this basket of things for? I'll buy them all!"
Zhuang Zhimeng thought to herself, "No wonder so many people who sell things in later generations use the sob story; it works!"
"Thank you so much, Auntie! I have two jin of brown sugar, two cans of malted milk powder, and two bottles of canned fruit syrup! I'll charge you 7 yuan in total, which is the price my mother-in-law set!"
The old lady readily paid the price, which was acceptable to her. Zhuang Zhimeng gave the basket to the old lady, who left happily.
After the old woman left and seeing that no one was around, Zhuang Zhimeng took out another basket from the warehouse.
It turned out that An Qingbai knew how to weave bamboo baskets himself. When he heard Zhuang Zhimeng mutter that she needed baskets, he brought her quite a few. She put some of the baskets in the warehouse.
She sold a total of 20 jin of brown sugar, 20 cans of malted milk powder, and 20 bottles of canned syrup, earning a total of 70 yuan.
Zhuang Zhimeng made over 500 yuan in trading today, and she was very satisfied.
Including the royalties, Zhuang Zhimeng earned more than a thousand yuan today.
Unfortunately, she couldn't share this good news with anyone. She was thinking that if she couldn't make money, she could talk to Qingbai later, so that she would have someone to share her joy with when she made money in the future.