Yi Anan cooked noodles and stewed meat sauce in the evening. Zhan Nanhui ate three bowls in one go. He was full and had no energy to read.
In order to let Zhan Nanhui study with peace of mind, Yi Anan also bought a lot of candles, enough for him to use.
Zhan Nanhui was reading a book, while Yi Anan was thinking about ways to make money.
Today she was busy with Zhan Nanhui's registration for the college entrance examination and had no time to do business. She took advantage of the evening time to make a hair flower with the strips of cloth she brought back that day, and planned to sell it tomorrow.
Zhan Nanhui was reading in the outer room. When he saw the light on inside, he thought Yi Anan was deliberately accompanying him. He couldn't help feeling warm in his heart.
Zhan Nanhui read until very late before going to bed. He found Yi Anan had fallen asleep on the kang table with a flower made of cloth in her hand.
Zhan Nanhui hesitated for a moment, walked forward, helped Yi Anan up, laid her on the bed, and then covered the woman with a quilt.
Lying down, Zhan Nanhui looked at the sleeping woman and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to being alone in the past few years, and the sudden warmth made him feel a little nostalgic.
Early the next morning, Yi Anan got up as usual, left a note and went to take the bus.
Today she is going to the city to sell hair flowers, so that she can earn money to have enough food.
Yi Anan put the stall in the original old location as usual, but before the stall opened, Yi Jixiang ran out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Yi Jixiang stared at Yi An'an coldly: "Yi An'an, do you want to kill me? If you don't come to work at the supply and marketing cooperative, you will be selling these junks outside, which is disgusting, right?"
As Yi Jixiang said this, he kicked Yi Anan's stall, and several hairpins were kicked to the side of the road.
Yi Anan frowned and looked at Yi Jixiang coldly, "You overestimate yourself!"
Yi Jixiang said in a cold voice: "I'm telling you, go home quickly and don't embarrass yourself here!"
Yi Anan sneered: "Either you let the public security brigade arrest him, or don't delay your business. This land does not belong to your supply and marketing cooperative!"
Yi Jixiang frowned and looked back. She was afraid that the president of the supply and marketing cooperative would find out about her relationship with Yi Anan, so she ran out to chase them away. If she reported it to the police, the matter would become a big deal!
"Yi An'an, what do you want? If you keep doing this, I'll kill you!" Yi Jixiang said hatefully, "If it weren't for that old man at home who gave money to my brother to get married, do you think your mother would let you embarrass yourself like this in public?"
Yi Anan was too lazy to pay attention to Yi Jixiang. She stepped forward and wanted to pick up the two hair flowers that were kicked away. Just after she took two steps, the two hair flowers were picked up by two little girls passing by.
"Such a beautiful head flower, are you selling it?" the two little girls came forward and asked.
Seeing that there was business coming, Yi Anan nodded quickly: "Yes, I made it myself, 30 cents each, you want two 20 cents!"
Seeing that Yi An'an not only ignored her but also wanted to sell her hair, Yi Jixiang was so angry that she shouted, "A few pieces of rags cost thirty cents, why don't you go and rob them?"
"This flower is a peony, which symbolizes prosperity and wealth. It's so beautifully made!" said one of the girls.
"Yes, it's lifelike. The fabric is also good, it's silk. Three cents is really not expensive!" said another little girl.
The two little girls each asked for two and left happily.
Yi Jixiang's face flushed, and he couldn't help but look at the silk flowers.
I have to say, it's really pretty!
There were two little girls acting as models, and several women came to buy hair flowers, almost all of them wanted two. After a short while, Yi Anan sold more than 200 pieces and earned more than 10 yuan!
Yi Jixiang saw that Yi Anan could hardly hold the banknotes in her hand, and her eyes turned red with jealousy. She wanted to chase her away, but she couldn't squeeze in at all.
At this moment, the president of the supply and marketing cooperative came to work on a bicycle, and she hurried over.
"What's going on?" The president asked Yi Jixiang with a cold glance.
"Boss, the woman who sold mops that day is here again. She is selling hairpins today. I saw her and wanted to chase her away, but she hasn't even squeezed in yet!" Yi Jixiang said.
The president frowned coldly and threw the bicycle to Yi Jixiang, "You go back to work first, and then go and take a look!"
Yi Jixiang responded quickly.
The president crossed the road and came to Yi Anan’s stall.
"It's so beautiful. Look, this yellow is so lifelike!"
"This one is also beautiful. It's bright red, perfect for the New Year!"
"Then 놖늀 wants two!"
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The girls were all around, chattering away. They quickly picked out the ones they liked, put them all on their heads, and discussed them happily, with satisfied smiles on their faces.
The president frowned slightly. He looked at it, but did not step forward to stop it immediately. Instead, he observed for a while.
When the hairpins were almost sold out, the president came forward, measured the few hairpins that Yi Anan had left, bent down, picked them up and examined them.
"Your craftsmanship is really good!" the president said coldly.
Yi Anan pretended not to know the president and said with a smile: "I made them all by myself. I can not only make hair flowers, but also pickles. For example, the pickles from the supply and marketing cooperative have been around for several years. I can make the old three, original dumplings, bean paste and radish with shrimp oil. In fact, I know a lot more tricks, such as kimchi, sauerkraut, and the capital's eight-treasure pickles!"
The president was stunned for a moment and asked, "You said you can make the capital's eight-treasure pickled vegetables?"
"I can cook. I have a jar of pickled vegetables at home, but I didn't bring it today, otherwise I would have given it to you to try! Next time you come to sell pickles, you can take over the business of the supply and marketing cooperative!" Yi Anan said.
The president sneered: "You little girl, you are very good at bragging!"
"You really can make all kinds of pickles. It's a pity that you don't know the president of the supply and marketing cooperative, otherwise you will definitely sell it to him!" Yi Anan said, "You believe he is a person who knows goods!"
The president raised his eyebrows coldly: "Oh, are you so sure? Are you setting up a stall here to attract his attention?"
"I guess so. After all, this is a small business, earning a little. If we sell our pickles to the supply and marketing cooperative, it will definitely be a big business!" Yi Anan said, "It's a pity that we don't have the opportunity to meet that wise and powerful president!"
President Han of the supply and marketing cooperative was originally full of anger, but after being praised by Yi Anan, his temper disappeared.
"How do you know that the president is so wise and powerful? Maybe he is just an old man with a stubborn temper!" said President Han.
"My dear said that he used to be a member of the supply and marketing cooperative. Now he has retired and has transferred the job to my younger sister!" Yi Anan said, pointing to Yi Jixiang who had just entered and said, "The one who just entered is my younger sister!"
President Han was stunned. Yi Jixiang didn't say that the person selling things was her sister!
"Since you are so good at making pickles, why didn't your father pass the skill to you but to your sister instead?" President Han asked.
"You can make pickles by yourself, so you can sell them by yourself. Your sister can't do anything, so she has to help others sell pickles. If you were your father, you would say that they are both your daughters. What would you choose?" Yi Anan asked with a smile, but that smile was a little bitter, "Just make sure your sister doesn't feel ashamed of being the sister of a small vendor!"
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