The brigade leader assigned Yang Ercui to the brigade's logistics department. She knew a few words and recorded the status of labor tools. She received more than ten yuan a month, as well as several dozen kilograms of grain.
Not much, but enough for Yang Ercui to survive.
After receiving the news, she went to find Qiao Wanyue.
"You got beaten up?"
Her face was swollen very badly.
She nodded. "My mother might not want to marry Da Cui off, but in my grandmother's heart, Da Cui's status is not as high as my aunt's. She still expects my uncle to be filial to her."
When I came out, I waited at the door for a while and saw my grandmother putting medicine in the water and giving it to Da Cui.
Qiao Wanyue's lips twitched slightly.
The old lady was indeed a formidable character.
Yang Dacui was Zhong Qingqing's first child, and she poured all her heart and soul into her. Even after Yang Huaiyuan was born, she still valued Yang Dacui very much, even though she was already over thirty and still hadn't gotten married.
Zhong Qingqing was the first to object to anyone who dared to gossip.
Old Mrs. Yang arranged for Yang Dacui to marry off for the sake of her daughter.
The relationship between Zhong Qingqing and Grandma Yang, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, has come to an end.
Qiao Wanyue smiled and said, "Yes, do a good job."
Yang Ercui nodded heavily.
She will do her job well.
*
"Wanyue, the commune has sent a tractor. Have someone pack the gift boxes. We'll hitch a ride on the tractor to the county town today," Secretary Guo shouted loudly in the threshing ground. The tractor was delivering dried vegetables.
Qiao Wanyue said, "Secretary, could you ask the comrade driving the tractor to move this way?"
"good."
The tractor carried several thousand kilograms of dried vegetables and more than a hundred gift boxes to the county town.
Upon arriving in the county town, Qiao Wanyue, Bai Hongjun, and Secretary Guo split up. Qiao Wanyue went to the county town's supply and marketing cooperative, while Secretary Guo led his men to the department store, and Bai Hongjun went to a supply and marketing cooperative with which they had no prior cooperation.
When Qiao Wanyue arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, she was surrounded by sales clerks before she could even speak. The reason was that the gift boxes sold so well last time, but the supply was limited, and they had been overwhelmed by customers urging them to buy more these past few days.
Seeing her is like seeing a savior.
After handing the gift box to the sales clerk, Qiao Wanyue tried to leave, but the manager came out and pulled her in for tea.
The manager's message: Send it to us first next time.
Qiao Wanyue was naturally delighted to receive an order, but she raised the price slightly. This was after she discussed it with the team leader, as they used the best materials, and it wouldn't be worthwhile if the price was too low.
She only asked for one dollar more than the original price. The manager thought she was asking for much more, but when he heard it was just one dollar, he agreed.
When she mentioned that a pastry workshop had opened in their village, I placed an order for 100 jin (50 kg).
Qiao Wanyue was surprised by the good start. She quickly took out the agreement she had prepared in advance from her small bag. After both parties signed the agreement, the manager suggested that the supply and marketing cooperative's people pick up the goods a week later for convenience.
Qiao Wanyue was naturally more than happy to accept this. The roads in their Xiahe Village were still not repaired, and every time she went to the city, it was a bumpy ride that made her heart, liver, and lungs feel like they were going to burst.
As she stepped out of the supply and marketing cooperative, a ray of sunlight shone on her; the sunlight was not glaring, but exceptionally gentle.
Her whole body was glowing.
“My little beauty, I’ve seen you again.”
As soon as Qiao Wanyue turned her head, she saw Gao Yan's big face.
Qiao Wanyue... What bad luck.
"Didn't you know I'm married?" Qiao Wanyue said, somewhat annoyed.
"Your husband is dead."
Qiao Wanyue scoffed, "You're quite well-informed. I cut off Yang Aijiao's finger and sent her to the police station. Do you want to get beaten up too?" She didn't have a good impression of Gao Yan. Of course, if Gao Yan didn't act like a jerk, she wouldn't hit him first.
Gao Yan's eyes lit up.
He likes chili peppers.
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