The next morning, Jiang Xile was awakened by the glaring sunlight. After washing up, she decided to go to the bookstore.

After this deal with Zhong Chongshan, Jiang Xile doesn't plan to come to Tiancheng again, at least not this year.

Firstly, it was not advisable for educated youth to frequently leave the production team, and secondly, it was because the things she sold were too eye-catching.

So Jiang Xile thought that she should go to the bookstore and see if she could get a translation job, then she could finally settle down in the village.

Before the apocalypse, when Jiang Xile was in college, she earned a considerable amount of living expenses by doing translation.

Although I haven't used it for a long time, some things, once learned, are always etched in my mind.

Jiang Xile is fluent in two foreign languages, English and German, which she learned through hard work, thanks in large part to her high school teacher, Zhao Qijun.

Because he discovered Jiang Xile's talent for languages, Zhao Qijun passed on all his knowledge to her.

It's a pity that Jiang Xile couldn't save such a good teacher during the apocalypse.

Watching him turn into a zombie was Jiang Xile's deepest regret.

The bookstore was deserted and quiet. Jiang Xile asked the staff and found out that in order to get translation work, she not only needed a translation certificate, but also had to go to a large bookstore in the provincial capital.

After much consideration, Jiang Xile gave up the idea. Although the original owner had studied Russian before, she had never been exposed to English or Russian.

This thing can't stand up to scrutiny. What if it's suspected of being a spy? We'd be in big trouble.

Jiang Xile left the bookstore feeling embarrassed. Across the street was a department store, and she instinctively went inside for a look around. Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon a clearance sale of defective fabrics.

In those days, defective fabric that didn't require ration coupons was extremely sought-after. With several years still until the rationing system was abolished, you could never have too much of this fabric!

The young women, wives, aunties, and grandmothers at the scene were all incredibly enthusiastic, each grabbing money with gusto.

Jiang Xile used her immense strength to easily squeeze into the front row.

"Everyone line up properly, stop pushing forward, or we won't be selling today!"

The sales clerks at the department store were even more arrogant than those at the supply and marketing cooperative; they were all incredibly domineering, as if the department store belonged to them.

Unfortunately, these shoppers were easily intimidated. They actually believed what the man said, and their earlier frantic fighting vanished instantly, turning them all into obedient little creatures.

Jiang Xile was in the front row, so she naturally had a good spot.

"Defective fabric, no coupon required, limited to ten feet per person, while supplies last!"

Ten feet of cloth isn't even enough to make a set of clothes, but even a small mosquito is still meat!

If the fabric is good, it's more than enough to make a dress, or even a coat!

Several bundles of fabric were carried out from behind the counter. Jiang Xile's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected to find wool fabric today!

If this thing were made into a coat and worn, she would instantly become the most stylish person on the street!

Other fabrics come in black, gray, and khaki, but wool is only available in dark gray.

Jiang Xile noticed that the defects were mostly on the edges and would not affect the appearance of the clothes at all.

"Line up properly, no cutting in line. If anyone cuts in line, I will cancel their purchase eligibility."

Now I'll tell you the prices. Get your money ready, and decide what kind of fabric you want and how many feet you want. Don't waste everyone's time!

Dacron fabric is 2.11 yuan per foot, khaki fabric is 1.21 yuan per foot, corduroy is 2.81 yuan per foot, gabardine is 5.61 yuan per foot, polyester fabric is 1.91 yuan per foot, and linen is 2.1 yuan per foot.

Hearing the price of gabardine, Jiang Xile couldn't help but be surprised. No wonder not many people wear it; this stuff is really expensive!

One meter equals three feet, so five yuan and sixty cents a foot is equivalent to sixteen yuan and eighty cents a meter!

This wool coat only needs about ten feet of fabric; if there were any left over, we could probably make an extra hat to match.

A love of beauty is a woman's nature. Although the price was a bit high, Jiang Xile still gritted her teeth and bought a ten-foot trench coat. However, she still needed to find a skilled old tailor to make it.

It would be too late to do it in the county town, so Jiang Xile could only hope that the commune could find a good tailor.

After buying the fabric, Jiang Xile also bought some cookies, candies, and pastries to store in her space for later use.

After all, one can't come to the county town all the time, and many of the things in this department store are things that can't be bought at the supply and marketing cooperative.

After wandering around, Jiang Xile found a state-run restaurant nearby for a meal. After eating and drinking to her heart's content, she returned to the guesthouse to rest.

The transaction takes place at midnight. Since I have nothing to do in the afternoon, I'll take a good nap so I'll be energetic at night.

After finishing their meal, Jiang Xile returned to the guesthouse at 1:30 PM. She quickly washed up and then slept until 8 PM.

She was woken up by the knocking on the door during room check. Hearing the pounding on the door outside, Jiang Xile sat up irritably, smoothed her hair, and went to the door.

She flung open the door with a bang, startling the police officer and the hotel staff at the door.

However, seeing that the person seemed to have been woken up by them, the police officer wisely softened his tone.

"Hello comrade, this is a routine inspection, please cooperate!"

Jiang Xile turned around, took out her ID from the bag hanging to the side, and handed it over.

"Sorry to bother you, but it's okay, you can continue to rest!"

"Plop"

The door was quickly closed, and the police officer who had just turned around paused.

"Young people these days are all too impetuous!"

The waiter smiled but didn't respond. No matter who it was, being woken up while sleeping would be unpleasant. Slamming the door was no big deal!

Now that she had finally calmed down, Jiang Xile had also shaken off her irritability. Her morning grumpiness would occasionally strike, which left her feeling quite helpless.

Silently apologizing to the staff member from earlier, Jiang Xile then began to disguise herself. For safety's sake, she specially put on makeup.

Jiang Xile is very proud of her skills. Even now, when she looks in the mirror, she can't believe that the person in the mirror is herself.

After tidying up, Jiang Xile quietly organized the semiconductors she was going to sell in the space while keeping an eye on the activity at the door.

Jiang Xile only began to act after hearing the sound of the chain lock locking the door.

Jiang Xile left the guesthouse smoothly at the same spot as last time and headed straight for the grove of trees east of the train station.

It's 11 o'clock now, an hour before the trading time. Jiang Xile surveyed the surroundings and, after confirming that no one was watching, began to make preparations.

He took out a wheelbarrow from the space and pushed it back and forth in the grove, creating crushing marks on the grass.

The chaos was unimaginable; Jiang Xile finally stopped after working for half an hour.

After waiting a while longer, and seeing that it was about time, Jiang Xile took out the transistor radio from the space.