Ai Xiaoxia feels that these books are very useful. She thinks that reading more books now will make her appear more knowledgeable and help her cope with future matters.
Anyway, although many of Lu Jingshen's design books are not graphic, they are always related to the subject, and can also provide an excuse for him to return to his original profession in the future.
She smiled and said, "I see. I'll ask Jingyuan to move in for me then."
Lu Jingshen also smiled and said, "Well, if you don't understand something, you can ask Jingyuan. If Jingyuan doesn't know, you can draw it and I'll explain it to you when I come back." After saying that, he felt that it was inappropriate to say this: "No, I'm not asking you to learn it, it's just..."
Ai Xiaoxia understood Lu Jingshen's thoughts and said, "I want to learn it myself. If I don't know how to do it, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for you to come back and ask you."
Lu Jingshen felt that Ai Xiaoxia was giving him a way out, but for some reason, he vaguely felt that what Ai Xiaoxia said was true.
After a while, the car to pick up Lu Jingshen arrived. The driver, Xiao Chen, had picked up Lu Jingshen before and his family knew him.
Ai Xiaoxia followed Lu Jingshen out and greeted Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen is very good at speaking: "Sister-in-law, I'm so sorry. You two are newlyweds, but I snatched Engineer Lu away. The director said that after this busy period is over, he will definitely give Engineer Lu a few more days of vacation."
Ai Xiaoxia had also worked hard in society in her previous life, so she would also say politely, "Your work is special, and as your family members, we understand. Please thank your director for his understanding and concern. I know you are anxious, so I won't let you stay today. Please come to our house for a simple meal when you have the chance."
Xiao Chen smiled and said, "I didn't expect that my sister-in-law is not only beautiful, but also considerate. Mr. Lu is so lucky. I will definitely come to bother you in the future. Today, I am in a hurry, so I will go back to the unit with Mr. Lu."
Ai Xiaoxia also responded with a smile: "Thank you for the compliment. Be careful on the road."
Lu Jingshen didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little reluctant. He had a headache in the past few days, but Ai Xiaoxia's change yesterday touched something in his heart.
He looked at Ai Xiaoxia: "Xiaoxia, I'm leaving now, take care."
Ai Xiaoxia felt somewhat relieved. This way, she could focus on getting rich: "Well, get in the car quickly. Don't keep people waiting."
Lu Jingshen looked at his watch and got in the car.
Xiao Chen understood the feelings of newlyweds very well. He got married last year, so he asked Lu Jingshen in a very understanding manner if he could leave.
Lu Jingshen nodded, and then he started the car. After giving Lu Jingshen time to say goodbye to his family, he slowly drove away.
Watching the car leave, Li Shaofen was afraid that Ai Xiaoxia would feel aggrieved, so she said to her: "Xiaoxia, don't get angry, just wait until Jing Shen and his family's housing is allocated."
Ai Xiaoxia said to Li Shaofen, "I'm fine, Mom, don't worry."
Lu Guojiu said, "Xiaoxia, it's boring at home. Why don't you go out for a walk and buy something to eat?"
Although Ai Xiaoxia didn't want to eat anything, she really wanted to go to the street. After all, she wanted to make money earlier and make a living for her family. After all, the current poverty of her family was also related to her.
So she agreed and said to Lu Guojiu: "Dad, I'll go out for a walk and be back soon."
Lu Guojiu said: "Well, go ahead."
After Ai Xiaoxia left home, she became familiar with the village. The original owner had attended junior high school in the village for two and a half years. At that time, she was a good student and was always among the top five in the grade. Unfortunately, her family did not allow her to take the exam for a higher grade, so she barely went to the second semester of the third year of junior high school. It was indeed a pity.
Now that she has the original owner's memories, she doesn't have too many concerns and is not afraid of making mistakes wherever she goes.
When she walked into the street, she first went to the supply and marketing cooperative, a place with signs of age.
The township supply and marketing cooperative covers a large area, with two rows of shops on the front and a brown-red gate in the middle. To the east of the gate are production materials and purchasing stations, to the west are grocery stores and daily necessities, and behind it is a row of offices, duty rooms, canteens, etc., with high walls on both sides, which is very imposing.
Ai Xiaoxia entered the west side of the grocery store. It was quite cool inside. Opposite the entrance was the clothing counter, and on the left were the shoes and watches counters. The entire east side was filled with fabric counters. There were many people buying fabrics at this time, so this counter occupied a relatively large space. Around the corner was the counter selling books and stationery.
To the right of the clothing counter is the aisle leading to the back door, to the right of the aisle is the grocery counter, to the west are daily necessities such as rice, oil, and seasonings, and to the southwest are counters for bicycles, televisions, and small sundry items.
Ai Xiaoxia went in and took a look around, and ruled out making clothes because it was time-consuming and labor-intensive and not cost-effective to make each piece for a fee. If she had the money to open a clothing factory in the future, she could design the clothes herself.
After looking around, she felt that making food was the best thing. The variety in the current grocery counter was rather monotonous, with only old-fashioned bread, glutinous rice cakes, twisted dough sticks, sesame cakes, oven-baked cakes, and glutinous rice noodles. These were very simple things. You have to know that in her previous life, she was good at both Chinese and Western pastries. Because she was not a person who liked to play, making delicious food was a hobby of hers besides work.
But if you want to make snacks, there is a serious problem: there is no oven.
She didn't know how much an oven cost or where to buy one, and her family didn't have any money, but if she wanted to make snacks, not having an oven would definitely be a disadvantage.
Thinking of this, she recalled that there was a bakery on East Street. It was doing very good business. It was the only bakery in the entire village. Most of the supply and marketing cooperatives and small shops purchased their goods from them.
They should have more than one or two ovens, and they should also have channels to buy these things.
I have a lot of cake and pastry recipes. Is it feasible to use some of them in a new oven? I don't want a new one, just one that works.
After all, Western-style cakes were not so common in that era, and if a recipe was used well, it could definitely double your income.
Buying your own practical formula will definitely save you a lot of money compared to going to the city to learn, and a smart businessman will not refuse it.
Anyway, she knows a lot, so selling two kinds won’t affect anything. Thinking of this, Ai Xiaoxia went directly to the bakery on East Street.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard a sigh and a man said, "Why do you think this Li Laosan wants to go back to his hometown to open a bakery? If he comes back, our business will definitely be affected."
Then a woman said, "Our family has been cooperating with the supply and marketing cooperative and the village store for over three years. It shouldn't have much of an impact, right?"
The man sighed again. "How can it not have a small impact? What if their prices are lower than ours? Why wouldn't they buy from other places? Even if we lower our prices, we might still lose half of our customers."
Ai Xiaoxia hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but she couldn't interrupt them mid-sentence. Hearing a pause between their words, she quickly knocked on the door. "Excuse me, is Boss Liu home?"
In the original owner's memory, the family's surname was Liu. After all, there was only one baker in the village, and everyone in the village knew his surname.
A middle-aged man came out of the room, his professional smile a little forced: "I'm the owner of a small shop. Miss, do you want to wholesale bread?"
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