Chapter 6 Wear Again

Jun Qiulan had only thought that after he had settled down here, he would go over and explore the way.

Otherwise, they wouldn't even have a place to live, and he would go there alone. What if something happened to him there, or he couldn't come back? What if something happened here, he wouldn't know about it over there.

But now it seems that it will be impossible to save up two taels of silver to rent a house in a short period of time.

With the two kilograms of rice they brought back, they only ate two meals of thin porridge every day, just enough to fill themselves up with water. Now there is no rice left.

He is now thinking about going there again to see if he can use the hundred yuan to buy something that can be converted into cash here.

I don't have much money, so I'm afraid I'll have to look for it carefully and not waste a penny.

Song Xirong looked at the fatigue on her son's face, sighed, and found the red bill hidden in the medicine box from the old quilt.

In the past few days, while their son was out working, they also secretly discussed about their son going to another world.

Perhaps the world his son described was too beautiful, so beautiful that it seemed ethereal, which made them feel uneasy.

It was a strange world, and the son was unfamiliar with the place. If something happened there and he couldn't come back, as parents, no matter how anxious they were, they wouldn't be able to find a way to that world.

Now, I'm afraid there is no other way.

The two old people don’t care, but nothing can happen to their daughter.

In the past two days, some scum have been wandering outside the dilapidated temple.

A stable residence and a foundation for survival are imminent.

The four members of the family exchanged glances, and there was already a tacit understanding between them.

"It's still early." Song Xirong said, "Lan'er, take a rest first."

There were also women and children from another family in this dilapidated temple. Because the two men, Jun Qiulan and Jun Yu, were present, they were barely separated by a curtain woven from weeds.

But there were so many people and so many eyes, so they all agreed that Jun Qiulan should wait until they fell asleep before traveling to another world.

They waited and waited until there was no movement at all. The family secretly made a bag with straw and covered it with a quilt, pretending that Jun Qiulan was still there. Jun Qiulan must have already arrived at the familiar dark alley.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the alley was darker today. It was not until he reached the avenue that he realized it was not an illusion.

The streets that were brightly lit and bustling with people that day are now mostly closed and vendors are almost all preparing to pack up.

Jun Qiulan looked up at the sky. It was already the beginning of the midnight hour. The last time he came, it was around 11:30 am to 11:00 pm.

I guess the shops in this world close at midnight.

Jun Qiulan sorted out the new clothes his mother had made for him. These were clothes his mother had made by piecing together her own rags and cutting out good fabrics.

My mother has a very good craft, and the clothes she pieced together don’t look out of place.

The remaining rags were used to make a pair of cloth shoes for Jun Qiulan.

The overall look still has a kind of poverty that cannot be concealed, but at least it is much more decent than the beggar's outfit before.

Jun Qiulan didn't waste any more time and went straight to the supermarket, but was stopped before he entered.

"We're closed today, come tomorrow," said the uniformed security guard.

Jun Qiulan pursed her lips and said, "I'm just buying some rice. It won't take much time."

The security guard shook his head. "The system at the cash register is down, so I can't check out now. There's a 24-hour supermarket at the end of this street."

Jun Qiulan thanked him and breathed a sigh of relief. A shop open 24 hours a day?

Judging from the height of the moon, the time in the two worlds should be the same.

Here, the twelve hours should be divided into twenty-four hours.

It's a rare opportunity to come here, so I have to find suitable and cheap things to cash in. It just so happens that there are not many people on the street today.

The vendors were still chatting and slowly packing up their stalls, so Jun Qiulan took a few more glances at them.

Most of them are food and drinks, as well as some small gadgets, which I have basically never seen before, and they look quite exquisite.

Jun Qiulan suddenly saw a mirror. Even in the middle of the night, he could see everything clearly. He quickly squatted down.

The workmanship of this small mirror is not very fine, but the mirror surface is indeed exquisite and very clear.

"Boss, how much is this?" He thought that if he could take the mirror back and sell it at a pawnshop, it would solve their current predicament.

The stall owner was a young lady. "I'm just closing the stall. Here's twenty yuan."

According to Jun Qiulan, buying such a mirror for twenty yuan was already a huge profit, and he could sell it for two hundred taels of silver without any problem. However, he only had a hundred yuan in his hand, and this hundred yuan had to cover the expenses of the family during this period, and he also had to find a place to live.

Another concern is that with their current status, it may not be appropriate for them to sell this thing. If it is too precious, it will attract attention and no one may dare to buy it.

He put down the mirror with a little reluctance, and then saw a pile of messy things next to it.

There is a sign on it: We will sell it for money.

Jun Qiulan became interested and looked through the box. There were women's earrings, hairbands, and some other things he couldn't understand.

The stall owner said nothing, "These are defective products, or they don't look very good. I just want to make a small profit. You can take them and pay whatever you want."

Jun Qiulan nodded. These earrings and hairbands only looked nice, but the workmanship was very average, and she couldn't get a good price for them if she took them back.

However, a green cup next to it caught his attention.

It was a bit ugly, but the material was something he had never seen before. It felt hard to the touch, but it was not jade or glass.

This is good.

"Boss, how much is this cup?"

The stall owner obviously didn't expect that such a handsome boy would have such a peculiar aesthetic taste.

The corner of her mouth twitched. "They said they gave it to me casually."

Jun Qiulan had never seen anyone do business like this, but every penny of his money was precious and could not be spent carelessly.

He asked tentatively, "How about one dollar?"

Not only the corners of the stall owner's mouth twitched, but also the corners of her eyes.

This is a mouthwash cup. When wholesale jewelry, the boss will always give out some miscellaneous gifts, which are basically defective or very ugly.

There's a scratch on the bottom of this cup, and it's shit green.

According to common sense, this kind of cup should be sold for seven or eight yuan. The bottom is a little defective, but it does not affect the use, so it can be sold for three or five yuan.

I never expected that this little brother not only has a unique aesthetic sense, but is also so stingy.

She wiped her forehead and said, "Forget it, take it. Scan the code here."

Jun Qiulan was delighted and readily gave him a hundred yuan. "I only have cash."

He had observed before when shopping in the supermarket that one way to pay was to use a small cube that each person had in their hand, although he still didn't understand how the store could receive the money in this way, and the other way was to pay in cash.

The stall owner was speechless again. "I don't have that much change. You look handsome, so just take it and consider it a gift to you."

She was not stingy with the money for something that cost only one or two dollars. Anyway, the cup was so ugly, and it would probably be difficult to find another customer with such a unique aesthetic taste.

Jun Qiulan was a little embarrassed. "Then wait a moment, Miss. I'll be back later."

He didn't take the cup and quickly ran to the 24-hour supermarket that the security guard pointed to.

There weren't many people in the supermarket, and it wasn't as big as the previous one. You could basically see the end at a glance.

Jun Qiulan quickly found a place to buy rice and bought it in bulk, the cheapest kind. This time he bought a little more, about five pounds.

He quickly paid the money, then quickly returned to the stall and took out a one-dollar bill.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Perhaps it was because he could buy such a cup made of unique material for only one dollar, or perhaps it was because he thought that these five kilograms of rice would be enough to feed the family for several days, Jun Qiulan's eyes sparkled.

The stall owner was stunned. "You are also an extra, right? You are so good-looking, why don't you sign with an agency? Then you can make a lot more money than you do now."

Besides love and cough, the other things that cannot be hidden in the world are poverty.

She could clearly feel that the young man was very restrained due to financial difficulties.

Jun Qiulan didn't understand. "Agency? I used to live in the mountains, so I don't know much about these things. If it's convenient for you, could you tell me about it?"

The stall owner said, "I don't understand this industry either. It means that after you sign with an agency, the agency will use their resources to get you roles and stuff like that. By then, you won't be playing extras anymore. Even if you're a guy number 20, you can make a month's worth of money in just one day."

Jun Qiulan seemed to be thinking about it. "Thank you. I will consider it."

So polite.

The stall owner took out his phone and said, "My name is Liu Yue. How about adding my contact information? If you want to make some extra money, I can also take you to set up a street stall. You can perform during the day and set up a stall at night. You can make some money at least."

This was the second time Jun Qiulan heard the words "add contact information".

He understands the words “contact information”, but how does he use this little square to add contact information?

He pondered for a moment, "I left it at home and didn't bring it out. Have you been setting up a stall here all this time?"

"It's not fixed, it's always on this street." Liu Yue thought that since he gave cash, he probably just didn't bring his cell phone with him.

Who among modern people doesn’t have a mobile phone?

Her eighty-year-old grandfather can still watch short videos on his large-screen mobile phone.

Jun Qiulan nodded, "Then I'll come to see you next time. My name is Jun Qiulan."

After bidding farewell to Liu Yue, Jun Qiulan was thinking about a problem: no matter how frugal he was with the money he had, it would all be spent one day.

In the border town, for the time being, I can only do hard labor to make money. Even if I want to start a small business, I don’t have the capital.

There seem to be a lot of opportunities to make money here?

Just gotta figure out the identity thing, and maybe a little glowing cube?

How to solve this problem?

Jun Qiulan suddenly thought of Taoist Qingheng.

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