When they got home, they were surprised to find Qin Huai hunched over the table writing.

On Sunday, Qiao Tianyou and Qin Guodong were invited to dinner by Qiao Qiqi. Before dinner, the two did some homework.

Then, for some reason, he suddenly started teaching Qin Huai to write.

Qin Huai was an uneducated man with limited literacy, a typical rough and unrefined fellow.

But he seemed quite eager to learn, so he studied very diligently.

So, before he went to school, Qiao Tianyou and Qin Guodong left him a few pages of new words to practice at home in his spare time, and said they would come back to check them on the weekend.

Qiao Qiqi thought the others were just joking, but she didn't expect Qin Huai to be writing so seriously.

She went over to take a closer look and realized that the strokes were completely wrong.

Qiao Qiqi immediately laughed, "You're wrong, it should be like this."

As she spoke, Qiao Qiqi naturally reached out and grasped Qin Huai's large hand. Although she felt that her small hand was too small and it was a little difficult to hold the man's hand, Qiao Qiqi still held the man's fingers and wrote the character "库" in the correct stroke order.

She was so focused on teaching that she didn't notice the man's earlobes turning bright red in an instant.

Qin Huai felt a burning sensation all over his body, and when he felt a soft touch on his arm, he immediately felt terrible.

I couldn't concentrate on how she was teaching at all; my mind had already wandered far away.

Actually, a large part of the reason he went hunting in the mountains every night these past few days was to avoid the awkwardness of sleeping in the same bed with Qiao Qiqi.

I didn't realize it when I was alone, but now suddenly I'm sleeping with someone.

Even if you do nothing.

But the temperature inside was so high that it was unbearably hot.

Qin Huai needs to take at least one cold shower every night.

I thought I would get used to it over time.

Imagined is one thing, but reality is quite another.

Every night was unbearable, and last night Qiao Qiqi suddenly whispered in his ear, "Today is the last day of my period, tomorrow I can... hehe."

Qin Huai spent the entire day in a state of unease.

"Alright, that's it. Did you learn it?" Qiao Qiqi looked at the handwriting on the paper. Although it wasn't exactly beautiful, it was at least much more pleasing to the eye than the previous ones. Satisfied, she let go of her hand.

Qin Huai snapped back to reality and hurriedly said awkwardly, "I've learned it."

"Then write one for me to see," Qiao Qiqi said directly.

But now, Qin Huai was in a dilemma.

Because he was completely distracted just now, even though Qiao Qiqi was holding his hand, he didn't notice how she was holding him while he was writing.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally looked up and said somewhat awkwardly, "How about you teach me again?"

Qiao Qiqi was taken aback.

She realized that the man was lying to her.

And he even exposed himself.

She suddenly felt a bit dumbfounded!

However, she took the man's hand again and taught him to write it again, "Like this, first a dot, then a horizontal stroke, then a left-falling stroke. Horizontal stroke..."

When he felt the softness on his arm press against him again, Qin Huai's body stiffened instinctively.

However, this time he dared not be distracted, forcing himself to keep his eyes fixed on the tip of the pen, and finally he memorized how to write the character.

"Alright, you got it this time, right?" Qiao Qiqi let go of her hand.

Qin Huai nodded, and this time, without being told, she obediently wrote one.

Seeing that he had indeed learned it, Qiao Qiqi glanced at the others to make sure the strokes were correct before she felt relieved and went to cook.

Qin Huai quickly finished writing and came out to help.

The two of them ate stir-fried chives and tomatoes, and shredded potatoes today.

The shredded potatoes stir-fried in the big iron wok smelled especially delicious. Qiao Qiqi threw in a shredded chili pepper and poured in a little vinegar. It was sour and spicy, and went perfectly with rice.

Qin Huai washed two cucumbers and ate them with dipping sauce.

The staple food for lunch was sorghum rice, which was rinsed twice with well water to make it cool and refreshing, and it went very well with the rice.

Qiao Qiqi still really likes whole grains; otherwise, in this era, eating whole grains most of the time would be unbearable.

Fortunately, whole grains are not static; there are many varieties, and almost all of them are foods she likes. She can cook them in different ways without getting tired of them.

While eating, Qiao Qiqi was still thinking about selling fruit.

Although she had a basket of apples stolen and almost got arrested, today's events gave Qiao Qiqi an idea.

She always felt that selling fruit by herself was too slow.

That's why she deliberately sought out the chubby chef at the state-run restaurant, and it turned out she hadn't made a mistake. The chubby chef was very perceptive; the second time he came to her to buy apples, he proactively thought of wholesaling them.

Now, the chubby chef has bought from her twice, helping her sell 120 jin (60 catties) of food.

Unfortunately, she only encountered the female station manager once at the grain station, and she hasn't met her since.

Previously, she had only thought about developing the state-run restaurants and grain stations, but after what happened this morning, she suddenly felt that the black market could also be developed.

After all, she can't go there to sell every day.

Moreover, she has four kinds of fruit in her space, and it would be a bit difficult for her to sell them all by herself, so she can also distribute them to others to sell.

For example, you could wholesale apples and pears and sell peaches and grapes yourself; that would also work.

She's been going to town every day these past few days, and there's been a lot of gossip going around.

After she finishes her trip to the county, she needs to stay quiet for a few days. Otherwise, even if Qin Huai doesn't suspect anything, her father, Qiao Weiguo, will still have a serious talk with her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Qiqi suddenly had the idea of ​​buying a house in town.

Just now, when she came out of the beggar's house, she happened to bump into the house for sale next door and heard them say that the transaction price was 500 yuan.

Qiao Qiqi made a special trip to the entrance of that courtyard and found that the courtyard was quite nice.

Having a yard would be more convenient if you're wholesaling fruit.

But she doesn't have enough money right now. When she came back, she checked her balance and found that she only had 370 yuan. She needs to save that money to sell her watch and bicycle. If she wants to buy a house, she'll have to work harder.

Qiao Qiqi had already made her plans from the moment she realized she had transmigrated into the book.

It is now 1975, and there are still three years until the resumption of the college entrance examination in 1978.

She was, after all, a college student, and having a degree would have some advantages in this era, so she had to take the college entrance examination.

Moreover, going to school would give her a legitimate reason to leave this poor mountain village.

Then she can go to the black market, preferably to big cities like Beijing and Shanghai.

As someone with a 21st-century soul, God has given her exceptionally favorable conditions, so it's impossible for her not to buy a house.

Although she didn't know the housing prices in Beijing and Shanghai at that time, she figured they would be at least ten thousand yuan.

So before that, she needs to make a lot of money.

You need to earn at least 10,000 in three years!

Thinking of this, she became even more determined to develop the market!