Shi Jiashu was overjoyed to hear the news and excitedly grabbed Liu Huaying's hand.

"They agreed? That's great! Huaying, I'll have an apprentice now! I won't have to worry about no one learning my skills!"

Liu Huaying patted Shi Jiashu's hand; no one knew him better than her.

"I told you a long time ago to take on a few more apprentices, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're happy?"

“I don’t trust those people. Who knows if they have dirty thoughts in their hearts! Look at Cheng Lin, he’s ruined us like this, isn’t it because we trusted him?”

"Let's not even mention Cheng Lin. Just consider it a waste of our time raising him! And do you trust Qing Bai? Qing Bai is your apprentice now!"

"Just like how you took a liking to Zhimeng, I see a righteous spirit in Qingbai, and Qingbai's eyes are very clear. I think it's definitely the right thing to do to take Qingbai as my disciple!"

Liu Huaying agrees with Shi Jiashu's statement.

"Yes, I think so too. Qingbai and Zhimeng are both good."

Liu Huaying, for some unknown reason, couldn't help but laugh.

Shi Jiashu looked at her strangely.

"Hua Ying, what are you thinking about?"

Liu Huaying told him with a smile.

"It would be quite interesting for us, husband and wife, to take in this young couple!"

"Heh, that's quite interesting to hear!"

The couple exchanged a smile. Liu Huaying glanced at the time and saw that it was almost dawn, so she patted Shi Jiashu's arm.

"Alright, go back to sleep. The village doctor said he'll come over again during the day. I'll ask for a day off for you tomorrow. Don't go to work. Just rest for a day and wait for the village doctor. Lao Shang and I will still go to work as usual."

Shi Jiashu thought about his injuries and didn't insist on agreeing. He lay down again and closed his eyes.

Seeing that Shi Jiashu had closed his eyes, Liu Huaying closed her own eyes as well, making the most of the time to rest.

Zhuang Zhimeng was about to submit her translation manuscript, and An Qingbai didn't have time to accompany her to town.

Zhuang Zhimeng planned to make another deal.

After having breakfast, Zhuang Zhimeng went to the brigade leader to get a letter of introduction, then rode her bicycle to town.

I first submitted the translation manuscript, and then picked up a book.

Now she translates about one book every two months, and her royalties are basically fixed at around 700 yuan per book, plus some additional receipts.

After leaving the bookstore, Zhuang Zhimeng put the books and royalties into the warehouse. She deliberately found a secluded corner to ensure that no one would notice her disappearance and reappearance.

She changed her clothes in the warehouse this time, and after dressing up, Zhuang Zhimeng came out of the warehouse as the new widow Lin Xi.

She planned to trade near the town hospital, where supplements like brown sugar and nutritional products would surely sell well.

Zhuang Zhimeng had a total of 200 cans of milk powder in her warehouse. Each can contained 1000 grams of milk powder. She divided each can into two bags, putting 450 grams of milk powder in one bag and leaving 100 grams of milk powder in each can.

Looking at the neatly packaged milk powder, Zhuang Zhimeng inwardly despised herself, never expecting that she also had the potential to be a shrewd businesswoman.

Disdain is one thing, but it can't stop me from making money.

She quickly wrapped the brown sugar in kraft paper, just like a supply and marketing cooperative would.

This time, she plans to sell milk powder, brown sugar, malted milk powder, and canned syrup.

Zhuang Zhimeng was carrying a basket covered with a cloth.

She wore a headscarf and deliberately swayed her hips as she appeared in the alley next to the town hospital.

She casually found a spot to stand and then waited for people to come.

A man who was looking around immediately appeared.

The man saw Zhuang Zhimeng carrying a basket and walked up to her, asking, "Hey girl, do you have any baby formula? My son was just born, and my wife doesn't have any breast milk. I'm really worried. If you have any baby formula, sell it to me! Don't worry, I definitely won't let you suffer any losses!"

Zhuang Zhimeng nodded, took out the milk powder from the basket, and inadvertently revealed why she was selling milk powder.

"Sigh! Brother, nobody has it easy! Take me for example! My husband passed away right after we got married. He had just sent me some baby formula to help me get enough nutrition, and then he was gone! I was thinking of selling the formula to help with household expenses, otherwise, what am I going to do with my family?"

The man felt deep sympathy upon hearing Zhuang Zhimeng's words.

"Girl, you've had it pretty rough! I'll buy all your baby formula no matter how much you're planning to sell it for!"

Zhuang Zhimeng took out all the milk powder.

“My husband sent me five bags of milk powder in total. I’m planning to sell them all. I’ll charge you 45 yuan for it! I see you’re in a hurry, and it’s for your newborn baby, so I won’t make any money off you!”

The man was grateful and immediately took out money to hand to Zhuang Zhimeng. Besides, the girl hadn't asked him for milk powder coupons, so he was already very satisfied.

Zhuang Zhimeng gave the milk powder to the man, who then rushed back to the hospital.

After the man left, Zhuang Zhimeng put five more bags of milk powder into the basket, waiting for the next person.

In just one morning, Zhuang Zhimeng sold 50 bags of milk powder and earned 450 yuan.

At noon, Zhuang Zhimeng went to a state-run restaurant to eat, dressed in Lin Xi's outfit.

In the afternoon, she decided not to continue selling milk powder. She felt she was selling it at a loss, so she planned to sell malted milk powder, brown sugar, and canned syrup instead.

After waiting for a while, an elderly woman who was taking care of her daughter-in-law at the hospital came and walked up to Zhuang Zhimeng.

"Young wife, do you have any malted milk powder?"

Zhuang Zhimeng nodded and lifted the basket to show the old woman.

The old lady was very tempted by the items in the basket and decided to buy them all; she had plenty of money.

"Young lady, do you also have brown sugar and canned sweet syrup? How much are they?"

The old woman asked curiously, "I think you've only been married a short time, right? Why are you out selling things? Does your husband want you to be out in public like this?"

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