Spicy daughter-in-law and wicked mother-in-law, selling like hotcakes.

Lin Shaocheng chewed the food in his mouth, even though it was fine grains, he chewed them slower than coarse grains.

Li Guorong glared at him and asked, "Is it tasty?"

Lin Shaocheng lowered his head and said helplessly, "It doesn't suit my taste."

Li Guorong was a little angry, but then felt he shouldn't have done it, so he lowered his head and ate voraciously.

Lin Shaocheng quickly changed the subject, "We can move out, go back to the dormitory, or I can rent a house."

Li Guorong said angrily, "I'm not going. If you want to stay, you can stay here yourself. I'm staying here. I haven't done anything wrong, so why should I go out to stay?"

Lin Shaocheng was taken aback. He was too lazy to communicate with the Lin family, as it was impossible to reason with them. But he always had endless patience with Li Guorong. He said softly, "They always cause trouble at home. Wouldn't you feel uncomfortable living there?"

Li Guorong had been regretting moving into the house for the past two weeks. Now that Lin Shaocheng was back, she had won a major victory. If she just went back now, wouldn't it be a waste of two weeks of patience? Besides, a house in Beijing is so rare, and she didn't want to just give it away like that.

Lin Shaocheng fell silent. The New Year was just around the corner, and he wanted to spend his first New Year with Li Guorong in peace and quiet, without his family members who were practically staring at him. He also needed to learn English and pick up his textbooks again. He had heard that next year, married men with jobs could also take the college entrance exam.

These things made him somewhat anxious, and he hadn't yet figured out how to discuss them with Li Guorong.

Li Guorong ate the meatball soup with gusto, knowing she wouldn't be bullied like she had been for the past two weeks.

Lin Shaocheng said, "I need to use the money in my savings account. I borrowed a lot from my coworkers for this purchase."

Li Guorong asked, "How much?"

"6000"

Li Guorong's face darkened. Why didn't she discuss this with her? 6,000? That's too much.

This money was saved by Lin Shaocheng before his marriage, so she couldn't say anything. "Discuss it with me next time."

Lin Shaocheng nodded, "Let's get up early tomorrow morning and go to the market to sell together."

Li Guorong put down his chopsticks and thought to himself, "If I go to the market, the competition will be too fierce. When I went to the market a few days ago, they all had their own prime spots. If I sell at the factory or university gates, the foot traffic will be much greater."

Li Guorong suggested, "We should sell our products where there are many female textile workers, or near university gates."

Lin Shaocheng nodded.

"I'll wear the leggings you bought me tomorrow, and I'm sure they'll catch their eye. The leggings will sell out quickly!"

Lin Shaocheng was clearing the dishes off the table, praising his wife as he went, "I never expected that my wife is both beautiful and smart."

Li Guorong held his head high, no longer angry about the meatball soup, and couldn't wait for the next day to show his skills.

In the morning, it was pitch black; in late autumn, darkness comes quickly.

The two got up early. Li Guorong was wearing black leggings and a solid red shirt. She actually wanted to wear a floral shirt, but Lin Shaocheng said they didn't have any floral shirts in stock, so she could only wear red.

She sat on the back of the bicycle, holding tightly to Lin Shaocheng's lower back. At this time yesterday, she was still working herself to the bone cooking for her family. Selling goods is much better; it's so liberating.

Arriving at a large courtyard in the suburbs, Lin Shaocheng rented a warehouse there to store the goods he had stored during his work.

Inside, there were rows and rows of leggings and jeans, as well as all kinds of shirts, both men's and women's. Suits were piled on a wooden rack, and there was a small box with a lock on the outside. Inside were digital watches and several radios.

Li Guorong's eyes lit up, like a mouse falling into a rice jar. This was truly worthwhile; the money hadn't been wasted.

The two sorted and processed the goods, packed the goods prepared for the day into sacks, and then hurriedly headed towards the factory, just before noon.

As soon as the stalls were set up, workers came out in droves. This was a textile factory, and next to it was a light industrial factory, all located in the suburbs. The female workers walked together in twos and threes.

Li Guorong's stylish outfit attracted a large crowd, while Lin Shaocheng stood somewhat reservedly to the side. Medicinal herbs aren't sold like that; those who don't know much about them dare not buy them, and those who do know how to bargain don't know how to haggle. They're always in high demand but not readily available.

Seeing so many people, Li Guorong became even more excited and said, "Fashionable goods from the South, leggings, jeans, unique in Beijing."

She stretched out her legs, which were tightly wrapped in leggings, making them appear long and straight.

A girl with pigtails whispered, "Isn't this wrapped up too tightly?"

Li Guorong quickly said, "What's so tight about it? Tight clothes make your legs look longer. It's the most popular style in the South right now, and jeans too. Foreigners wear them like that."

She pointed to the goods displayed on the stall, "These leggings are 18 yuan a pair, jeans are 25 yuan, shirts are 18 yuan, and you get a small silk scarf free if you buy three."

Li Guorong picked up a silk scarf and used it as a tie, then as a scarf, then tied it in his hair, creating various styles with the small silk scarf.

The girl with pigtails bought three pairs of pants and went to Lin Shaocheng's shop to pay, saying, "Can you give me a discount?"

Li Guorong quickly replied, "These are all real prices. These little scarves cost several yuan each if bought separately, so they can't be cheaper."

The short-haired girl next to her quickly joined the shopping frenzy; she had her eye on a pink scarf and didn't want anyone else to snatch it away.

"I want pink."

"Give me three pairs of leggings."

This piece of clothing feels similar to what you'd find in a state-run store, but it's cheaper and more fashionable than what you'd find in the market. It's mostly female textile factory workers who got paid today, so nobody's stupid. They're all rushing to grab it. When the light factory workers saw the textile factory workers scrambling for the goods, they immediately came over and joined the buying frenzy.

Li Guorong was observant and attentive. She stopped several people who wanted to leave without paying with a smile, and skillfully refused those who tried to bargain.

Lin Shaocheng kept glancing at Li Guorong, his confident and animated demeanor as he sold the goods reminiscent of their first meeting in Chongchuan, a smile playing on his lips.

A young woman couldn't help but ask, "Young man, are you the landlady's brother?"

Just as Lin Shaocheng was about to answer, Li Guorong suddenly appeared, saying, "This is my husband." Then he disappeared again to sell his goods.

The girl felt embarrassed and quickly left with her friend after paying.

It wasn't until the afternoon when there weren't many people around. Lin Shaocheng gently squeezed Li Guorong's shoulder and advised, "Why don't you go home and rest?"

Li Guorong was full of energy. She shrugged and shouted, "Hurry up and pedal! There are two more waves tonight!"

Lin Shaocheng had no choice but to cycle back to the warehouse. Right now, leggings were just becoming popular, and there weren't many resellers buying them from the factory yet, so the pants were selling much better than regular shirts.

They sold out again that evening, and the two only had time to eat some steamed buns. Li Guorong said, "Let's pack some skirts and take some cheap clothes and pants to the university."

Lin Shaocheng wiped Li Guorong's sweat and said with concern, "Why don't you go back and rest? There's no need to rush to make money."

Li Guorong was naturally anxious. Lin Shaocheng had invested so much money; perhaps someone would see how well these goods were selling and go to the factory to buy more, or take the patterns to a garment factory to copy them. "You've invested so much money; you're bound to make it back."

Lin Shaocheng was worried that Li Guorong was too tired, as he could usually drive for a whole day and night without any problem.

When the two arrived at the entrance of the art school, Li Guorong couldn't help but say enviously, "I wish I were a college student too."

The digital watches and flowing skirts on the two stalls immediately attracted the female students, who quickly gathered around. Especially those who were dating or dressed more fashionably, they bought expensive digital watches, tulle skirts, and jeans without batting an eye, while those from average families at least bought a pair of cheap leggings.

On a late autumn evening, the two of them worked up a sweat, and with money in their pockets, Li Guorong didn't feel tired at all. Since online shopping started to take off, she hadn't enjoyed selling goods so thoroughly in a long time.

"What are you doing up ahead?"

Lin Shaocheng collected the money faster with both hands and shouted, "The city's appearance inspectors are here!"

Li Guorong shouted, "Buy it tomorrow, or the arresting officers will come."

The students were quite easy to talk to and helped the two clean up. Before the city's appearance officials could get close, the two rode their bicycles away from the scene.

It was already quite late when we got back to the warehouse.

Lin Shaocheng was covered in sweat, his shirt clinging tightly to his muscular physique. Li Guorong's face was flushed; even though she touched him every night, she couldn't get enough of looking at him.

Li Guorong's throat tightened as he pressed tightly against the hot body from behind.

Li Guorong felt Lin Shaocheng's heartbeat, and his own heartbeat.

Lin Shaocheng turned around, hugged Li Guorong tightly, and kissed him with his hot lips. Li Guorong responded passionately.

With the moon high in the sky, the two quietly returned to the Lin family home, took a cold shower, and finally had time to count their money.

Lin Shaocheng unfolded the money and said with a smile, "It seems I haven't worked hard enough."

Li Guorong looked at him with suspicion.

"You still have the energy to count money."

"How annoying." Li Guorong blushed. "Even if I'm exhausted, I'll still get up and count the money."

Li Guorong skillfully sorted and piled up the bills of different denominations, and whispered, "Guess how much we'll sell them for?"

Lin Shaocheng thought for a moment, "500?"

Li Guorong tied it up with a rubber band and then kissed Lin Shaocheng on the face, “It’s a full 3000.”

Lin Shaocheng did a quick calculation in his mind and figured he could earn at least half of that, but it wouldn't be as profitable as dealing in medicinal herbs. He could make money with scarce medicinal herbs, but the profit margin for ordinary medicinal herbs was not as high as that for clothes and it was also very risky.

Li Guorong put the money in the drawer. She had been excited about buying so much money today and couldn't sleep. She snuggled into Lin Shaocheng's arms and said, "Honey, we're going to be rich."

Lin Shaocheng leaped up and pinned Li Guorong beneath him.

Lin's mother quietly left the door, touching her face. She would not let this woman off easily. Her eldest son used to dote on her. Back then, when conditions were not good, she would do whatever housework her eldest son asked her to do. Later, when she started working, her salary was also kept by her.

Then she thought of Li Guorong's clothes and cosmetics, which her eldest son used to take care of for her. Now that this vixen is around, her son won't take care of them for her anymore. By the time Yi grows up, she'll be too old. No, she has to take her son back.

She returned to her room and whispered to Lin's father, "I think this woman is a troublemaker. Shaocheng used to be so obedient, but now he doesn't think about us at all."

Lin's father lay on the bed and instructed, "Let's find someone to cook for our family. Li Guorong doesn't cook or clean the house, and neither do you."

Lin's mother's face stiffened. Besides her eldest son, who else contributed money to the family? Old Man Lin bought medicinal herbs every day, and Father Lin went to the antique market every day, but most of the items were fake. Lin Yicheng was still young, so of course he needed to buy clothes. She also needed to take care of her own face. Where would they get the money to hire someone?

Lin's mother began, "Where would we get the money? I heard the eldest son and his wife today..."

A glint of light flashed in Lin's father's eyes, "Then you..."

Lin's mother smiled, but then pressed her hand to her wound, suppressing her laughter, and praised, "My husband is so smart."