Xu Qianjiao smiled nonchalantly, "I'm reluctant to leave, but I'm even more reluctant to leave life here. Please, live well in the 1970s for me. Please take good care of my parents. Thank you so much."
"Get lost, take care of your own parents. Is wealth and glory more important than family affection?"
"Xu Qianjiao" did not answer her question, but just smiled faintly and said softly: This is what you owe me, and then disappeared in front of her.
She woke up from the bed with a start and suddenly felt her body became much lighter, as if the soul that had been imprisoned in her body was gone.
"I owe her? When did I ever owe her anything?"
Xu Qianjiao was confused. She really couldn't remember when she owed her anything. She took a deep breath and slammed the bed hard.
Okay, from today on, I am Xu Qianjiao. Later, if she regrets it, I will not return my body to her. After all, this is her own choice. Anyway, no one can take away what I have.
Xu Qianjiao lay in bed, eyes closed, thinking about what to do in the future. Working in the fields? It was impossible, impossible in this life, but if she didn't work in the fields, what else could she do?
Nowadays, if people don’t work, it’s not just a matter of people gossiping about them, but they will be taken away for a lecture in minutes, so it’s not okay to stay at home and not work.
What should I do? Xu Qianjiao thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer. Although she graduated from high school, it was hard to find a job in the city now. In order to avoid going to the countryside, people in the city were all showing off their skills to buy jobs for their children. Therefore, finding a job was as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Xu Qianjiao scratched her head but still couldn't think of any solution. There was no way. She was just an ordinary person, without a golden finger, no space, and no special skills. As for selling things on the black market as written in the novel, Xu Qianjiao didn't even dare to think about it.
Not to mention that she didn't know where the black market was, what to sell, and how to sell it. Even with her fragile body, she would be out of breath after running a few steps. If someone came to check, she wouldn't be able to run fast enough.
Besides, going to the black market requires getting up early and going to bed late, which is so tiring. I don’t want to suffer this hardship.
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