The boy was covered in sweat. Seeing that Meng Shuyun wouldn't let go, he dropped the box in his hand, tore his clothes, and darted into the crowd like an eel, disappearing without a trace.

Su Xiuju ran over, her eyes filled with worry: "Mother, are you alright?"

Meng Shuyun shook her head to indicate that she was fine. A pretty and bright girl ran up to the two of them, pointed to the suitcase on the ground and said, "This...this suitcase is mine, thank you, ma'am."

The girl wore a light blue ruffled dress and had big wavy hair, looking stylish and fashionable.

Su Xiuju stared at her attire, then looked down at her own coarse clothes and lowered her head in self-consciousness.

Meng Shuyun smiled and handed over the suitcase, saying, "When you're traveling, keep an eye on your suitcase. You might not have a kind person to help you next time."

Zhang Miaomiao smiled sweetly, her sunny confidence was infectious, "Auntie, I know, thank you, let me treat you to some soda."

Meng Shuyun waved her hand, "No need, it's nothing. We have other things to do, so we'll be leaving now."

She took Su Xiuju's hand and left the train station. "I saw that girl's dress was nice. When we buy a sewing machine later, Mom will make you one too."

Su Xiuju looked up in disbelief, her eyes brimming with anticipation, but she forced herself to suppress it when she thought of her family's situation.

"Mom, no need, I don't like it. My clothes are fine, they don't get dirty easily."

Meng Shuyun sighed inwardly. What girl doesn't like pretty dresses? Her Xiuju was just too sensible.

In just one hour today, we sold twenty masks, gave one away, and made nine yuan and fifty cents.

This shocked Meng Shuyun. She never expected that the money would be so easy to earn, which really surprised her.

Twenty masks were made using only fine cotton cloth that cost one yuan per foot.

That makes a net profit of eight dollars and fifty cents!

As the train station announcements played, the mother and daughter left hand in hand.

Meng Shuyun exclaimed, then lowered her voice and eagerly shared, "The masks we made last night are all sold out. Guess how much they made?"

Su Xiuju stood up, exclaimed "Ah!" and asked, "How much?"

Meng Shuyun smiled and held up a number: "Eight yuan, eight yuan in total."

The round-trip fare is two yuan. We'll make more masks and bring them over tomorrow.

"I'll just stay home and make masks. I won't come tomorrow. That way I can save two yuan on the fare," Meng Shuyun said enthusiastically. Su Xiuju felt a little guilty when she heard about the high fare and said softly, "Mom, I'll just stay home and make masks. I won't come tomorrow. That way I can save two yuan on the fare."

Meng Shuyun patted the back of her hand and scolded her, "You silly child, if you don't come, how can you be my living advertisement? It's not a waste for you to come; you can listen to how others broadcast on the radio."

If you really want to go for the interview, you won't be completely clueless when they ask you questions.

"You didn't come for nothing; consider it as coming to keep your mother company."

Su Xiuju stared intently at her mother, who was walking ahead of her with a cloth bag on her back and her steps were swift.

A warm feeling rose in Su Xiuju's heart. She realized that her mother had thought of so much for her.

She looked down at her toes, feeling a mix of sadness and a surge of emotion. She then quickly followed and took Meng Shuyun's arm.

"Mom, I want to make a hundred face masks tonight."

Meng Shuyun tapped her nose and smiled indulgently.

She was very pleased to see Xiulan gradually emerge from the shadows.

As long as she's happy, nothing else matters.

"Let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy fine cotton cloth."

As soon as the two arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, Zhang Youjin saw the newcomers and was clearly not happy. He knew that this old woman was not someone to be trifled with.

Zhang Youjin casually made a polite remark: "Oh, ma'am, you've come over. Would you like to come in and have a drink of water?"

Meng Shuyun looked at Zhang Youjin. She already had a bad impression of him, and seeing his fake smile, she said irritably, "I dare not drink your water. It costs me a hundred yuan a cup. I can't afford to pay for it."

She said sarcastically. Zhang Youjin was a little embarrassed; this old woman was really taking advantage of him.

If it weren't for the fact that she was Ye Jianguo's mother-in-law, he wouldn't have wanted to say another word.

I gave her 800 yuan yesterday, but she still didn't give me a friendly look. She really thinks she's something special!

Just then, Zhang Youwang, the man she had met at the grain station at noon, rode back on his bicycle and exclaimed "Oh!" in surprise when he saw Meng Shuyun.

Zhang Youwang said gloatingly, "Auntie, Su Xiulan hasn't come back yet. You didn't manage to bring back a single grain of food, did you?"

I told you, don't waste your energy. She's a woman, she's not suited to do these kinds of jobs.

"I think I should just go home and have a baby."

Zhang Youjin suppressed his anger, but when he saw his brother's men return, a smile appeared on his face.

Although it would be a good thing for him if any of his subordinates succeeded in meeting the targets assigned by their superiors.

But it's best not to let the good stuff go to outsiders. It would be best to take it over by your own younger brother. Su Xiulan is a woman. Why is she not at home having a baby? Why is she out working? Women should stay at home doing laundry and cooking. These are the things they should be doing.

See? We haven't even recovered a single grain of food.

Zhang Youjin said with some difficulty, "Auntie, I think my brother is right. Xiulan is a pregnant woman, so she shouldn't cause trouble for the supply and marketing cooperative."

Whether we buy the grain or not is irrelevant. If anything goes wrong, she can't blame it on our supply and marketing cooperative; she brought it on herself.

In my opinion, it would be better to transfer the job to someone else; you could earn some money that way, which is worse than living in fear and anxiety.

"Who said my daughter can't harvest the grain?"

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