Obviously, the lady has given her so many cloth coupons, but this woman doesn't know how to buy some nice cloth to make new clothes. She dresses so casually. It is understandable that others will not take her seriously.

To be honest, Yan Shuhua was not ugly. She was pretty and well-groomed. But the clothes she wore were so different from those of a country girl. She looked like a country girl. Anyone who saw her would be disgusted. I don't know how his young master fell in love with her.

"I think you are crazy about doing business, but if you marry my young master, you will definitely be able to..." Song Yan hadn't finished speaking when Yan Shuhua interrupted him, "Can you please stop calling me young master? What era is this now?"

"Haha, I'm used to it." Song Yan touched the back of his head.

"Change your words." Yan Shuhua really wasn't used to hearing him call him like that. It felt like he had gone back to ancient times. After eating a piece of cake, Yan Shuhua still felt very hungry. He hadn't done anything recently, so why did he always feel hungry?

Seeing that she was still holding her stomach as if she was very hungry, Song Yan couldn't help but say, "You look very hungry. I guess two pancakes are not enough. How about I buy you two more?"

Yan Shuhua thought that what he was going to do next would be very tiring, so he thought about buying two more. The cake had no oil in it and tasted hard, but it was good as dry food.

Yan Shuhua wrapped the pancakes casually with paper and put the dry food in his bag. Then he turned around and said to Song Yan, "Song Yan, why don't you come with me to the oil factory?"

When Song Yan heard the word "oil factory", he was a little confused: "Why go to the oil factory?"

"Since I'm here now, I'll go get something to feed the pigs."

If we could take some of the oil cakes squeezed from the oil mill back to feed pigs, the pigs would grow very fat. After all, people of this era don't like to eat lean meat. Instead, they crave the fat meat, which can be fried into oil. Then we can save on oil coupons, and we can even weigh more when we hand it over every year.

There must be people selling it in the countryside, but it costs nine cents per pound, which is really too expensive. Anyway, she has already come here and knows where the oil factory is. Besides, Song Yan is there too, so she can ask him to help her take the oil cakes back.

When Song Yan heard that she was planning this, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up: "I think you really love to do business wherever you go."

Yan Shuhua had finally found out these past two days, but the security guards inside wouldn't just let you in. Yan Shuhua patted Song Yan's pocket, and the latter asked, "What are you doing?"

"Cigarettes, take them out and treat them to one." Yan Shuhua just saw Song Yan smoking, and he was smoking the most popular and expensive cigarette at the time, "Da Qianmen". This pack of cigarettes cost 35 cents, and it was not something that ordinary people could afford.

After all, Song Yan followed Xiao Jinchu. It was very easy for a wealthy family to get this kind of cigarette. I guess in Song Yan's eyes, this was a low-end device.

When Song Yan heard this, he immediately shook his head helplessly: "I see you have been thinking about my cigarettes all the time."

"Besides cigarettes, what else on you can I miss?" When Yan Shuhua said this, there was clearly no emotion in his eyes, but it was as if he was looking at someone in love, and Song Yan actually felt that the hand holding the cigarette trembled.

Why do I suddenly feel that Yan Shuhua is really pretty? Song Yan found that he was no match for her in speaking, so he stopped talking and took out a cigarette for the gatekeeper to smoke. Later, he felt that one cigarette was not enough, so he stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his pocket. The security guard held the cigarette as if he had committed a crime, looked around, and then put the cigarette in his pocket, opened the door and let them in quickly.

After stuffing the whole bag, Yan Shuhua still felt distressed. After all, 35 cents was enough to buy several kilograms of fried cakes.

After all, Song Yan was born in Beijing, and the cigarettes he smoked were definitely good ones, which were rarely available in the countryside. He would be extremely happy just to smoke one, and the connection was given to you, not to mention that this extravagant Song Yan stuffed a pack of cigarettes into his pocket.

“How many pancakes are there?”

The security guard's tone was very polite: "It's all there. If you want it, it'll be only three... no, two cents a pound."

"Did you hear that, Song Yan? Two cents." If she bought it in the countryside, it would cost nine cents, but here it's only two cents. If she brought it back from here to sell, she could make seven cents in the middle. If she bought 500 kilograms a day, she could make three hundred and fifty cents, which is more than a hundred yuan a month.

Zhang Caixia works in a supply and marketing cooperative and earns only 30 yuan a month. If she runs around like this, that would be Zhang Caixia's salary for three months. However, people of this era are not unaware of doing it, but they are afraid to do it. The impact is too great and everyone is afraid.

Only Yan Shuhua from the 21st century knew that reform was imminent, so he was not afraid to go for it.

"How many are there in total?"

"There are several hundred kilograms in total. Can you take them all back?"

Yan Shuhua asked Song Yan how much money he had on him. He felt his pocket and said, "Ten dollars."

"Then buy 500 kilograms."

Song Yan almost choked to death: "Shuhua, you want to buy 500 kilograms at once, how can I send these 500 kilograms back to you?"

“You!”

“…”

It was almost evening when Song Yan and Yan Shuhua returned home. Song Yan must have eaten a lot of delicious food in the capital, so he was not greedy for the sweet potatoes, even though he was hungry all the way because of transporting the goods.

"Shuhua, why did you bring back so many oil cakes?" Shen Hongmei saw Song Yan carrying a lot of things, and his white shirt was stained with oil.

Yan Shuhua helped to unload it, and then replied: "Mom, you can give it to someone tomorrow."

“Why do you want to send someone away?”

"Before Dagang got into trouble, that was all blood donated by the villagers. Now let's take some back and deliver it door to door." Yan Shuhua felt that his hands were very dirty, so he went to wash them.

When Shen Hongmei heard that Yan Shuhua had come up with this idea, she felt that her daughter was thoughtful. Indeed, they donated blood and didn't eat anything. Wouldn't it be better if they gave this? Because the pigs can be sold at a good price after they grow fat, who wouldn't be happy?

"Shuhua, you are so thoughtful." Shen Hongmei looked at the bag of oil cakes. She felt that if she didn't deliver it quickly, it would run away, so she took Song Yan's hand and went to deliver it.

Song Yan had just helped Yan Shuhua carry this 500-jin bag of oil cakes back from the city. He was so tired that he had no time to rest yet, and now he has to get busy again!