From morning until noon, Xia Baozhu had gained nothing except for becoming more familiar with the roads.

Come to think of it, if it were easy to find a job in the city now, there wouldn't be so many people going south to work.

Did she really start from the bottom, setting up a street stall?

Even if she set up a stall, she wouldn't have the start-up capital; she'd still need to find a job.

Suddenly she remembered a period novel she had read, in which the male protagonist made his fortune by collecting scraps.

Xia Baozhu was startled by the thought that surged up from the depths of her memory; she would rather work as a waitress in a coffee shop than pick up trash.

But now she can hardly even get into coffee shops, simply because her hands are too ugly. Although she has an outstanding appearance, her hands are too disgusting.

Xia Baozhu finally truly understood what it meant to be unable to move an inch without money.

Feeling hungry, Xia Baozhu found a steamed bun stall opposite the printing factory and bought four buns for eight cents, two meat and two vegetable, and ordered a bowl of thin porridge for one cent.

The food was alright, without any weird or strange tastes. After finishing her meal, Xia Baozhu observed the food stalls, trying to see if there was any future in setting up a stall.

It was closing time, and the workers in the printing factory began to leave in small numbers. Most of them were going home for dinner, while the others probably ate in the canteen.

Each stall had seven or eight people buying food, which wasn't a large number compared to the number of people coming out.

The current wages range from over one hundred to four or five hundred yuan, with ordinary workers earning around two hundred yuan. Lunch costs only one yuan, which is not a burden at all.

Based on a minimum gross profit margin of 40%, each person earns 40 cents. If there are 50 people a day, they can earn 20 cents, which is 600 cents a month.

If we could control costs even lower, for example, by growing our own vegetables, we would earn more, more than we would earn working a regular job.

Although setting up a stall made Miss Xia Baozhu feel inferior, it was not something she couldn't consider if she couldn't find a good job for the time being.

That's just how realistic she is; she knows when to back down.

But she still needs to look around and browse more; her fifteen yuan will last her for a few days.

Xia Baozhu rode her bicycle to the city center.

Meanwhile, Leng Minghui, who received a call from his younger brother that morning, finally had time to consider whether or not to go home.

Leng Minghui, 28 years old this year, is in his prime. His thick eyebrows and big eyes, similar to those of Leng Mingguang, are even more harmonious and handsome on his face.

Holding nearly ten million in assets boosted his confidence to an unprecedented level.

It's said that men with money want to change wives, but he, who always prioritized his career, had never considered this. However, the word "divorce" from his younger brother kept echoing in his mind.

He didn't believe Xia Zhaodi would hit someone. He knew her; she was timid and cowardly, and she would throw away a knife even if it were placed in her hand.

It's very likely that Xia Zhaodi's actions didn't meet the family's expectations, which angered her mother.

Everyone says that one should marry a virtuous wife, but he married a wooden vase instead. Not only was it difficult to communicate in daily life, but their married life was also dull and uninteresting.

Now he really should seriously consider whether or not to continue his relationship with Xia Zhaodi.

Although getting a divorce after becoming rich doesn't sound good, he didn't want to spend his whole life with a block of wood.

Thinking of this, he picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed a public phone near his home.

He grew impatient while waiting for his family to answer the phone.

He had told his mother long ago to install a telephone at home for easy communication, but his mother just wouldn't let go of the money.

His mother didn't understand the convenience of telephones, but he appreciated it deeply.

With the mobile phone, his business became much more convenient, saving him a lot of time and money.

Unfortunately, his mother was short-sighted and stubborn, and didn't take his words seriously.

Wang Aixiang is currently at home frantically changing her grandson's diapers. She hasn't even cooked lunch yet, let alone eaten.

She was busy and cursing Xia Zhaodi all the time, not thinking at all about how easy it was for her when Xia Zhaodi was at home. She only thought that Xia Zhaodi was just a freeloader no matter what she did.

Hearing someone call her to answer the phone, Wang Aixiang quickly grabbed her grandson, whose diaper wasn't even properly changed, and ran outside.

A phone call costs six cents a minute, which is ridiculously expensive, so she dares not dawdle.

"Hey, Mom, I'm coming back next week," came the voice of the eldest son on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, come back right now! That bitch Xia Zhaodi ran off today and hasn't come back yet. There's a ton of chores going on around the house and nobody's doing them! When you get back, you're going to divorce her!"

Wang Aixiang shouted loudly, making the shop owner grimac.

Is it human to suggest that your son and daughter-in-law divorce after only one day of housework being left undone?

Before having a daughter-in-law, was there no one to do the housework?

They're really good at planning to marry another daughter-in-law just to serve you. They want you to get all the benefits.

When Leng Minghui heard his mother outside yelling for him to get a divorce, he felt as if his reputation had been slapped on the ground by his mother.

"I have things to do, let's talk when I get back." Leng Minghui hung up the phone hastily, afraid that his mother might say something embarrassing.

The first thing he decided to do when he got back was to install a telephone so that he could discuss things at home and avoid making a fool of himself by going out.

Xia Baozhu visited the city's largest department store, the No. 1 Department Store, to tour this shopping mall of the era.

You won't believe it until you see it; once you do, you'll realize how ridiculously expensive electrical appliances are these days.

An imported 28-inch color TV costs more than 10,000 yuan. An average working family would have to save for five or six years to buy one.

A 125cc motorcycle, with an average appearance, is priced at 11,000 yuan.

A regular double-door refrigerator costs 1700 yuan, that's so expensive.

Xia Baozhu frowned. She was thinking that if she set up a stall, she might need a refrigerator, but it would take at least a year of hard work to buy one.

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