Back home, the brigade leader, beaming, urged repeatedly, "Nuan Nuan, hurry up and pack your things to go to the provincial capital with Dad."

His thinking was simple; he didn't need his daughter to do anything. Before she got married, she should see more of the world. The more outstanding a person is, the less likely she will be looked down upon by her in-laws in the future.

Xiang Nuan, who was sitting in the yard helping her mother mend a burlap sack, looked up upon hearing this, her face lighting up with joy. She then casually put the needle and thread back into the basket.

"Dad, wait a minute, I'm going to pack our clothes. Do you need any money?"

Of course, money should be brought. Ruan Zhiqing didn't say how much the oil press machine would cost, but it wouldn't exceed the brigade's budget. That kid isn't exactly mentally sound, but he's reliable when it comes to getting things done.

Xiang Hongjun couldn't help but try to make amends for Ruan Xianxian, thinking that her past misbehavior must have been due to her unlucky grandfather who died several times a month.

Looking at his elderly daughter bustling about in the courtyard, Xiang Hongjun felt deeply gratified.

At a time when daughters from the Zhang, Li, and Wang families all liked educated youths and were determined to marry them, his wife, Anuan, never got involved with those people.

Her values ​​regarding choosing a spouse were very similar to her father's; they both preferred capable men. They never gave a second glance to those educated youth who couldn't even carry manure.

His wife, who had always been easy to take care of since childhood, couldn't help but show some favoritism to him as a father. As Civic arrived, his wife came out from the backyard carrying a basket of wild vegetables.

"Where are we going? Nuannuan is a girl. Aren't you afraid that her future husband's family will dislike her if she shows her face in public? Can't we take her with us to Xiangbei?"

Xiang Bei, the eldest son of the battalion commander, married late after retiring from the army and had only one son and one daughter. He secretly loved his younger daughter more, but his wife did not think so.

"She's a useless, good-for-nothing kept by her husband's family. If she comes to the city with you, won't you have to spend more money on accommodation?"

Unlike our Xiao Bei, who's strong and tall, taking him out would make you look good!

The brigade leader's face darkened. Seeing that Xiang Nuan's parents were about to argue again over her, he felt helpless. He pretended to just remember and said "Ah":

"Dad, I just remembered I'm going on a picnic with my classmates tomorrow, so I might not have time to go with you. Why don't you take my older brother into town instead? Don't forget to bring me a gift!"

How could Xiang Hongjun not see through his daughter's excuses? He was quite old when he retired from the army, and with his scarred and limping body, he always felt that he had wronged his wife, and he would give in whenever possible in life.

They turned a blind eye to her occasional use of household items to subsidize her parents' family, but she didn't know how to restrain herself in middle age and instead went even further.

"It was Ruan Zhiqing who asked our family to go to the provincial capital. What could Xiao Bei do in front of three women?"

The brigade leader's wife dismissed the idea, saying, "What skills do three educated youths have in the city? They still need men. It's our Xiao Bei who can truly help you."

"Red Army, don't make a mistake on this matter."

Listen to this, listen to this, is this even human language? Xiang Hongjun, unwilling to argue with him and lest he cause a scene and become a laughingstock, directly issued the order:

"Nuan Nuan, pack your things, let's go now."

A moment later, watching the departing figure leave without looking back, Xiang Bei came out of the house with a gloomy and cold expression.

"Mother, is Father still unwilling to take me with him?"

He didn't understand why the men in the village were all the apple of their parents' eye, the apples of their parents' eye.

Why is it that when it comes to him, his father values ​​a money-losing daughter who will marry out of the family in the future?

Seeing his resentful expression, his mother rushed forward, embracing her son's tall figure and sobbing.

“My son, I’m so sorry to have wronged you! Now that you’re back, I’ll marry that wretched girl off and never let her get in your way.”

While the brigade leader and his daughter were traveling to the county town in an oxcart, Ruan Xianxian declined Xiaxia and Zhaodi's invitation to go shopping.

Mu Xia clung to Ruan Xianxian's arm and said coquettishly, "Come on, come on! We've been here for almost a week, and we haven't gone to the department store or the state-run scrap yard yet."

Leaving aside department stores, state-run recycling stations are far more extensive than small recycling stations in county towns, with endless piles of items waiting to be centrally destroyed.

Mu Xia had been eyeing it for a long time. She knew that these days, while the scrap yards weren't exactly overflowing with treasures, if two sharp-eyed people came and carefully searched through them, it would definitely be a worthwhile trip.

"No way!" Ruan Xianxian refused ruthlessly, pushing away Mu Xia's hand that was trying to shake her.

She's a fairy who knows all sorts of tricks. In Mu Xia's case, there's a 30% chance she'll encounter human traffickers and a 70% chance she'll encounter enemy agents when she goes out.

Either way, in today's provincial capital, it would be like alerting the enemy.

So he refused without hesitation, saying, "I heard that the car Uncle Chu borrowed is noisy everywhere except for the horn. Are you sure the three of us are going to take it out of town?"

Just thinking about that antique car Chu Li borrowed—the one that made noise everywhere except for the horn—makes Mu Xia's stomach churn.

vomit--!

She doesn't get carsick at all, but that antique car gave her a phobia of it, and just thinking about it makes her gag.

With a pale face, she waved her hands and shook her head, "No, I won't go. I've been working day and night at the farm machinery factory for several days now, I need to sleep."

Ruan Xianxian patted her, "After the exhibition ends and we get the prize money, let's stay a few days longer and explore the provincial capital to our heart's content."

Upon hearing that they would be shopping with the prize money, the two girls readily agreed. They took a good nap in the afternoon, and then resumed their activities at the restaurant for dinner.

Looking at the translators who were standing a good distance away from them, Ruan Xianxian straightened her chest, feeling proud to have single-handedly isolated the entire translation team!

Mu Xia, this lazy bum, had no interest in foreign guests. She had killed far too many. Not to mention foreign devils, even before the apocalypse, she had killed the leaders of the foreign devils.

So Ruan Xianxian led Chen Zhaodi among the various foreign guests, and the translators, fearing they might offend this jinx, kept their distance from them.

One night, she and Chen Zhaodi worked together, one setting the stage and the other performing, to complete an order for 100,000 yuan and another order for 500,000 yuan, and were just waiting to sign the contract at the textile factory the next day.

Finally, Ruan Xianxian sat down in the chair opposite Lao Dan with a cup of coffee. Lao Dan pursed his lips and said with his last bit of stubbornness:

"I don't drink instant coffee."

Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue lightly, picked up her cup and took a sip, "It wasn't meant for you anyway."

Laudan finally broke into a smile. "It was just a minor conflict when we first met, Ruan. You're deliberately targeting me."

Ruan Xianxian swirled her coffee cup without even looking up. "Wrong! It's not targeted, just a deliberate marketing tactic."

Laudan hadn't expected her to be so direct. He was taken aback for a moment, looked around, and lowered his voice:

"I'll act as your shill, and you promise to deliver my order first, how about it?"

Ruan Xianxian smiled. She had long recognized him as a quick-witted and outstanding businessman, which was why she was willing to waste more time on him.

"Great! Help me get another 500,000 in orders. I promise, no matter how much others order, I'll prioritize yours."

"It's a deal!" Laudan, like a butterfly, fluttered into the party dance floor.

Sitting on the bus to the textile factory the next day, Laudan, with dark circles under his eyes, subtly gave Ruan Xianxian an OK sign...