Chapter 112 has a very strong background.
During the day, she went to work at the mutual aid group as usual, working quickly and efficiently, and getting along well with the neighbors. No one suspected that she had any other plans.
In private, however, she continued to pursue her money-making schemes.
Over the past two months, she has made several trips to the black market, each time being very careful, changing into different clothes and taking different routes.
Sometimes they set off before dawn and sometimes they didn't return until midnight, all to avoid being seen.
She sold secondhand clothes, traded fabrics, and even helped people carry medicine, taking considerable risks, but finally managed to save up some money.
Two thousand five hundred!
After much deliberation, she decided to use the money to buy her first shop.
It's not for showing off, but for peace of mind.
So that no matter what happens in the future, there will be a way out and a place for oneself to stand.
That day, she specially changed into the most ordinary blue cloth clothes.
She put on a wide-brimmed straw hat, pulled the brim down, and then put on an old cloth mask, covering her face completely.
She looked herself over in the mirror repeatedly, making sure no one could recognize her, before she felt relieved enough to push open the door and head out towards the shopping street.
The commercial street is about two miles away from the factory area.
A narrow bluestone path separates them, with low houses and vegetable stalls on both sides.
This is the liveliest place in the area.
They set up stalls in the morning, hawked their wares at noon, and lit up their stoves to sell snacks in the evening.
The shop she liked was at the end of the street, not in the center, and had less foot traffic.
But its advantage lies in its low price and square layout, allowing for shops in the front and living quarters in the back.
More importantly, there's a small backyard where you can fence it off to raise chickens and ducks, or rent it out to collect rent, which is very convenient.
The homeowner was a kind old lady surnamed Zhang, with gray hair and a smile on her face.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, he came out of the house to greet her, leaning on his cane.
“Girl, we’ve been waiting for you! Several groups of people came to see the house a couple of days ago, and they all offered quite a lot of money, but I turned them all down, saying that I was saving the house for someone who was meant to be there.”
Qiao Wanyin had long taken a liking to this place, having visited it three or four times and talked with the old lady several times, getting along very well.
The two were quite familiar with each other.
Hearing this, I felt a warmth in my heart, and my eyes even welled up with tears.
She smiled gratefully, her voice trembling slightly.
"Thank you, Grandma Zhang. I brought the money, not a penny less. Please count it."
The old lady took the stack of bills, slightly damp with sweat, and carefully counted them one by one.
After ordering, she looked up, smiled with her eyes narrowed.
"Exactly two thousand two hundred! Not a penny more, not a penny less. This shop is yours now! I've already prepared the deed."
When Qiao Wanyin received the property deed, her hands trembled slightly.
She looked down at the yellowed paper with her name written on it.
This is the first property she has bought on her own these days.
She didn't rely on her husband's position or her family's financial support; she built everything herself through hard work.
From now on, she will no longer be a submissive wife who can only rely on her husband for a living.
Instead, they are people with their own foundation and confidence.
She knew in her heart that no matter what era, what women fear most is relying on others for everything.
You have to be mindful of others' opinions in everything you do, and you're constantly being controlled by them.
Only when you have real money in your hands and own your own house can you feel secure.
Only in this way can one live with ease, comfort, and dignity.
"What does the girl plan to do with it?"
The old lady sat by the counter, cracking sunflower seeds as she looked up and asked curiously.
"Rent it out first."
Qiao Wanyin had already made up her mind.
“I know someone who’s been looking for a place to open a restaurant.”
Actually, she never intended to use the shop herself; she had planned to rent it out from the moment she saw the location.
She was going to rent it to a boss she met while doing business on the black market.
That person was honest and upright, acted with discretion, and offered fair prices, unlike some merchants who always tried to lower prices and cheat.
Qiao Wanyin had dealt with him several times, and they trusted each other, making cooperation between them worry-free.
The old lady chuckled and praised her, "You're such a clever girl! You rented out the shop you just bought right away, not wasting a single day! You made money work for you, that's what you call knowing how to manage a household!"
After completing the formalities, Qiao Wanyin took the landlord's certificate and carefully put it into her bag.
She stood alone in the shop and slowly walked around.
The ground was covered in dust that hadn't been swept away yet.
The walls were clean and white, the doors and windows were bright, and sunlight slanted in from the doorway.
This is the first shop that truly belongs to her in her life.
It's not just a room, but a brand new beginning.
In the future, she will rely on her own brains and hands to earn more shops and buy more houses.
She wants to take things one step at a time, accumulating little by little, and gradually making her life decent.
In another ten years or so, when she no longer needs to struggle for a living, she can sit comfortably at home and wait for the rent to arrive every month.
No need to get up early, no need to socialize, and no need to be mindful of anyone's feelings.
Her dreams were never complicated, nor did she have any grand ambitions.
In this life, all I want to do is be a carefree landlord who does nothing but live off the rent!
He was contemplating the wonderful thing, a slight smile still lingering on his lips.
A sudden commotion outside broke the tranquility of the street.
Startled, Qiao Wanyin came to her senses and curiously walked to the door, peeking out.
The cultural troupe members were seen marching neatly along the commercial street.
This attracted passersby who stopped and watched.
"I've heard that some of them have quite a few impressive backgrounds."
An older woman selling candied hawthorns nearby lowered her voice.
"you do not say!"
The man immediately chimed in, "That female soldier leading the team is said to be Director Fang's niece! She's got impeccable credentials and a very powerful background!"
"No wonder, otherwise why would he become the team leader right away? Others have to start from being ordinary team members."
Factory Director Fang?
Qiao Wanyin's heart skipped a beat.
She quietly turned her head, her gaze landing on Fu Lian'an's face, and tentatively asked, "You didn't see her?"
"I really don't know anything about this."
Fu Li'an frowned.
"Since we were transferred to the factory, we have completely lost contact with her and have never heard any news about her again."
"But Director Fang is her uncle after all. Liu Piaopiao was able to transfer here smoothly, probably because of this connection."
Qiao Wanyin said in a low voice.
This shows that Liu Piaopiao has powerful backers in the warehouse area and is no longer the girl who had to rely on connections to make a living in the countryside.
Now that she has connections, she naturally acts even more recklessly.
Compared to when she was sent to the countryside, she is now much more difficult to deal with and much more dangerous.
After dinner, it was completely dark.
Fu Li'an got up, straightened his uniform, and hurried to the regimental headquarters to attend an emergency meeting.
Qiao Wanyin was the only one left in the courtyard.
She sat alone on a small wooden stool, holding a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, lost in thought.
A gentle night breeze rustled through the treetops, bringing a touch of coolness.
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