If this had happened in the 1970s, Zhu Haimei might have actually made a fortune.
"Should I...?"
Lu Fangfang thought about it for a while, and finally shook her head. She subconsciously rejected the idea of reporting it.
Moreover, reporting her would not do her any good; on the contrary, it would easily bring her trouble.
However, seeing Zhu Haiming making money, she felt quite unsettled...
She was envious!
She also wanted to make money by reselling things!
"Safety first, safety first, never be greedy. Money is useless these days anyway, the poorer you are, the safer you are."
Lu Fangfang muttered to herself, trying to calm herself down, and only then did she feel at peace.
To avoid overthinking, she finished hanging up the clothes and then tidied up the house.
Zhuang Mingcheng's mother will be arriving in a few days, and she will definitely be staying at our house then.
But there was only one bed inside and outside the house, and she didn't want to sleep with Zhuang's mother.
Lu Fangfang stroked her chin and pondered the heated kang bed again.
In the Great Northwest, with its high mountains and grasslands, winters are bitterly cold. Sleeping on a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove) is much more comfortable. She wondered if she could build one herself.
Lu Fangfang is a woman of action; she does what she sets her mind to.
Carrying her shovel, she prepared to wander around the residential compound to see if there was any clay.
In addition to the earthen kang (heated brick bed), she also plans to build a small shed to raise chickens and quails.
Unable to make quick money by reselling goods, she could only rely on a side job. This way, the money came in slowly, but it was safe and risk-free, and wouldn't implicate Zhuang Mingcheng.
When Lu Fangfang arrived at the entrance of the family compound, she happened to run into two military vehicles.
Turning my head to look west, I saw my sisters-in-law still carrying things to Zhu Haiming's house.
"Hey? Isn't that Yang Yufeng?"
Lu Fangfang squinted and looked closely, discovering that Yang Yufeng was standing in front of half a pig, grabbing something from the pig's body.
People were coming and going around her, and Yang Yufeng would occasionally bend down.
"Is this person secretly cutting off fat?"
Lu Fangfang suddenly laughed; this seemed like something Yang Yufeng would do.
She shook her head, turned around, and walked out of the residential compound.
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