In her previous life, Ruan Xianxian, who took her cousin's place to go down to the countryside, returned to the city and took over the fiancé her cousin didn't want. She thought she had fo...
She got the extra 10 cents by threatening to stop selling it.
Before saying goodbye, the old woman asked with her eyes narrowed, "Ugly girl, will you come again tomorrow? I'll be waiting for you!"
Ruan Xianxian waved her hand weakly: "I'm not coming! I'm never coming again!"
She'd be a fool to sell canned goods that don't even earn her three or five cents.
After leaving the hospital, she went to the steel mill. It was rush hour, and the mill gate was crowded with people. She mingled in the crowd and asked any woman she saw:
Do you need cloth coupons?
Nine out of ten will ask about the price, and eight will buy it.
Nowadays, no family is without cloth ration coupons, and even if they eat less meat, they won't be craving it.
Clothes patched upon patched, would be really embarrassing for shy young women starting work, so they sold very well; 70 yuan worth were sold in half an hour.
Including canned malted milk powder and other items, I made 103 yuan today with just a small trial.
If only I could go to the city every day to be a middleman and never have to work in the fields, that would be great, but that's impossible.
The next day, Ruan Xian lingered in bed until the sun was high in the sky before getting up, washing up, having a hearty meal at the state-run restaurant, and then heading back to the village.
She said she would be back on the third day, but she didn't say what time. As long as it's not past midnight, it counts as the third day.
The timing was perfect; the car entered the village, and the brigade was sounding the call to end work. She happily turned towards the educated youth settlement…
Good heavens! The brigade leader, his face dark and a pipe dangling from his lips, sat on the threshold of the educated youth settlement, glancing sideways. "Oh! Comrade Ruan, you're back after attending your grandfather's funeral?"
Ruan Xianxian got out of the car and sighed softly in the face of the captain's sarcastic tone: "My grandfather dies at least several times a month. You'll have to get used to it."