Everyone here is a former educated youth. Although Lin Chuchu doesn't want to pay attention to those people, she can still help them with small favors.
But we absolutely cannot suffer a loss.
Seeing that no one spoke, Lin Chuchu turned around and went back to her room. The pot wasn't cleaned up yet, and she wanted to use the chili sauce in the pot to stir-fry some rice.
The crowd quickly dispersed; after all, food doesn't grow on trees, and they couldn't be given away for free.
The mushroom sauce cooled down quickly, so I put it in a jar and stored it in the storage room.
When Mu Chen returned, Liu Rong showed off by giving him the mushroom sauce, saying, "I had Chu Chu make all the mushrooms in the house into mushroom sauce. She even put meat in it. Tsk tsk, she's not the kind of person who takes advantage of others."
He likes people like that—they have a sense of propriety and don't want to take advantage of others.
In the following days, more and more people went up the mountain to pick mushrooms.
That day, Lin Chuchu received a letter from Brother Zheng containing some cloth, cotton, and some grain and meat coupons.
The letter described the fate of Lin Chuchu's awful aunt's family.
Lin Chuchu let out a soft breath, feeling incredibly refreshed.
She was avenging her past self in this way.
Brother Zheng said not to get married in the countryside, and that he would find a way to transfer her back in two years if the opportunity arose.
Within a month, Lin Chuchu finished translating the entire manuscript and mailed it along with the last two articles of the month.
Since the envelope couldn't hold it all, Lin Chuchu sealed a large package instead.
In one month, she earned 48 yuan, which was more than the salary of a regular employee.
Many people in the village knew she could make mushroom sauce and even traded eggs for some. At that time, people were simple and honest and wouldn't deliberately inquire about how to make mushroom sauce. Even if some shameless people came up to ask, Lin Chuchu would dismiss them.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Chuchu has been in the village for three months. The weather is gradually getting cooler, and the grain in the fields is about to ripen.
When Lin Chuchu went to exchange money, she ran into Mu Chen, and the two only exchanged a few words.
Mu Chen leaves early and returns late; she hasn't seen her in a long time.
Being a postman is no easy job; they work in all kinds of weather and are clearly showing signs of aging, but their eyes are still bright.
Mu Chen and Liu Rong were the people who took the best care of her, she couldn't help but whisper.
“Brother Mu, the country won’t stay like this forever. You and Brother Rong should read more books in your spare time; maybe you’ll have a chance to go abroad.”
Mu Chen looked up in shock, then looked down at Lin Chuchu with her braided hair.
"How...how did you know?"
Yesterday, Grandpa analyzed the current situation with him, saying that some people were desperate and were acting recklessly, so he became even stricter with them.
Perhaps they were afraid. Afraid of what? Were they afraid of them regaining their identities? Afraid of their retaliation?
This is highly likely. To destroy it, one must first drive people mad. The dark clouds hanging over people's heads are about to dissipate.
He wasn't surprised at all when his grandfather said these things, but hearing them from Lin Chuchu left him utterly shocked.
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