Wei Sheng's eyes widened in terror, and he shrank back, afraid that she would kick him again.
He couldn't get up no matter what he did; he was shocked and terrified.
After marriage, will he be subjected to domestic violence?
Wei Sheng shuddered at the thought.
By the time he came to his senses, his friends had already vanished.
He turned around with a grimace, only to see Lin Ziyan's departing figure.
At this moment, Lin Ziyan was not at ease.
She wanted to raise the money by the end of the month to avoid any further unforeseen circumstances.
Wei Er was able to scheme against the original owner's father; who knows what other tricks he might have up his sleeve?
Lin Ziyan gripped the handlebars of her bicycle tightly; what happened at the port today made her realize...
Edible ice cubes are far more popular than beverages.
Not only the port, but also the restaurants in town must need ice.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt she needed to go to town as soon as possible.
Ideally, I'd like to set up a stall for a day...
Over the next few days, Lin Ziyan set up a stall at the port and distribution market.
Earning over sixty yuan a day was quite a lot in those days.
At that time, a worker's monthly salary was just over 70 yuan, and she could earn almost that in a day.
But on rainy days, income will be halved.
Lin Ziyan sat in the courtyard, looking at the torrential rain outside and the lemon tree she had picked clean, lost in thought.
She only has less than 500 yuan left, which is considered a lot of money by other families.
But that wasn't enough for her. Lin Ziyan thought of the shrimp farm and pursed her lips.
Most of the shrimp larvae should have died by now; the shrimp farm workers will be coming to us soon.
We definitely need to buy new shrimp larvae, otherwise all the money we invested in the shrimp farm will be lost.
She needed to get to town as soon as possible to see if she could find any shrimp larvae to buy and raise at home...
The first priority now is to solve the problem of harvesting lemons.
Lin Ziyan went into the inner room to find an umbrella and then went to visit Aunt Huang next door.
She knocked twice and waited quite a while before the door opened.
"Ah Yan, is something the matter?" Aunt Huang asked in confusion, and quickly stepped aside to let her in.
Sweet potatoes are planted in the yard, and right now the sweet potato leaves are lush and green.
The fresh scent of earth wafts through the air, mingled with the faint fragrance of pumpkin blossoms.
This is what a fishing village courtyard should look like, with fruits and vegetables, and bamboo and rattan hanging on the walls.
"Something came up."
“I’m doing some business at the port now, and I’d like you to help me collect lemons. I’ll pay you one dollar a day.”
Lin Ziyan got straight to the point, observing her expression throughout.
Aunt Huang paused for a moment, then asked, "How much? One yuan a day?"
If they had this extra income, the boss wouldn't have been tempted to go overseas.
Aunt Huang pursed her lips tightly, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
“Of course, I can only do this business in the summer…” Lin Ziyan saw her expression and knew that she was softening.
Relying solely on their family land and the occasional seafood scavenging at the beach, each family struggled to make ends meet.
Those who dare to venture out to sea are risking their lives.
The saying goes, "A single gamble can make you better off for years to come," so many people are willing to take the risk.
"Just 50 cents a day is fine, I..." Aunt Huang's ears turned red, feeling a little embarrassed.
But she thought that if she could help support the family, her eldest son wouldn't have any more thoughts about it when he came back.
"Aunt Huang, it's settled then, one lemon a day, and the quality of the lemons..."
Lin Ziyan carefully explained the standards for collecting lemons, not giving Aunt Huang a chance to continue discussing wages, and quickly left under an excuse.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out the door.
The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the seaside was still shrouded in a layer of moisture. Sunlight pierced through the clouds and poured onto the sea.
Lin Ziyan returned home, grabbed her bag, put her raincoat in it, and immediately rode her bicycle out.
She wanted to go to the town to take a look; it was a 10-kilometer journey, and it would take more than an hour to go there and back.
…
On the other side, the port.
Lu Yunshen frowned as he looked at the sketch drawn by the technician.
This engine diagram is complex; it's the first time he's seen it.
Why don't we take it back and show it to my grandparents?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when I dismissed it.
My maternal grandparents lived in seclusion in a small fishing village because they didn't want to be disturbed.
Years ago, the two of them overworked their brains, suffering from headaches all night long, and no amount of painkillers could help.
Lu Yunshen's mind raced, and he decided to contact his friends who were studying abroad to see if he could find some skilled technical personnel and recruit them back to China.
If all else fails, we'll have to find another shipbuilder.
However, thinking of their condescending, charity-like attitude and those additional conditions, Lu Yunshen's brows furrowed even more.
The slogan "Science and technology revitalize the nation" is catchy, but talent cannot be cultivated overnight.
"Brother Shen, your brows are so furrowed they could trap a mosquito." Yang Yanzhou walked down the stone steps carrying two bags of ice.
He looked up at the sky; the sun was mostly blocked, but it would only get hotter after the rain.
Water vapor evaporates from the ground, heat rises, and the air becomes stuffy and heavy.
He, a college graduate from Peking University, has been in this small fishing village for almost two weeks.
Yang Yanzhou's arms were tanned and peeled, and even the skin on his face felt rough.
Lu Yun Shen seemed to be favored by the sunlight; apart from his slightly darker complexion, he appeared even more dashing and charming.
Strong arm muscles, a curvaceous figure...
"Tsk, tsk, I look like a weakling standing in front of you..." Yang Yanzhou suddenly sighed, "Comparison is the thief of joy."
Lu Yun Shen gave him a long, thoughtful look, as if to say, "You're quite self-aware."
Yang Yanzhou, "..."
He really wanted to throw the ice from the bag at his friend's face; he looked so irritating.
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