She had asked Wu Wen to help her sell the clothes before, and Wu Wen hadn't said anything, but she had sensed that he always took them to the black market to sell separately.
This cannot continue indefinitely.
Wu Wen always orders large quantities of things, but he only orders a few pieces of clothing at a time, at most a dozen or so, so he doesn't sell them well.
Jiang Jinxiu suddenly thought that if they could produce a large quantity of clothes, wouldn't they be able to wholesale them?
Not only can they use Wu Wen's secret route, but they can also find ways to cooperate with the supply and marketing cooperatives or go to the city.
As far as she knows, there are no garment factories in Punan Town; everyone buys fabric and makes their own clothes.
Some people ask others to do things they don't know how to do.
Only supply and marketing cooperatives have a small number of finished garments.
Jiang Jinxiu also had her own plans. She had been wanting to go to the city for a long time, but she had never been. She still needed to make time to go.
However, going to the city in one day might not be enough time; it would be best to stay overnight in the city, which would require a letter of introduction from the village chief.
In the end, Mo Caixia didn't buy any clothes. Since Jiang Jinxiu had said so, she still wanted to go and see the clothes that Jiang Jinxiu had mentioned.
As soon as Jiang Jinxiu and Mo Caixia stepped out of the supply and marketing cooperative, they saw children selling newspapers.
Jiang Jinxiu couldn't resist taking out her money and buying one.
Information is not readily available now, and much of the information is transmitted through newspapers.
People with some education like to read newspapers.
Seeing Jiang Jinxiu buying a newspaper, Mo Caixia curiously picked it up and took a look as well.
"Ah Xiu, do you also like reading newspapers? My dad likes to pick up a newspaper and ponder it whenever he has nothing to do."
"It's good to read newspapers. There are things in them that you don't know."
"I understand, but I rarely read them. I only flip through my dad's pile of newspapers when I'm bored."
Jiang Jinxiu shook her head and took the newspaper from her hand. "Don't damage it, I haven't even read it yet."
As he spoke, he picked up a newspaper and started reading.
Suddenly, she saw a message.
A local newspaper was soliciting story submissions for its publication.
If it passes, there will be a reward of 20 yuan for each article.
If three consecutive articles are selected by them, you can get a reward of fifty yuan.
Jiang Jinxiu was increasingly captivated by the sight of it.
You know, she used to be a very good brainstormer, and she would often write things in books.
Sometimes they would also keep notes in a notebook.
She had written some short stories before, but when Song Wan'er saw them, she directly criticized them as poorly written.
She only stopped writing after being discouraged once or twice.
Later, it was her younger brother, Jiang Jinhua, who saw it and read it. After reading it, he brought it back to her and asked if there was a sequel, because he wanted to read it, and all his classmates wanted to read it too.
However, in order to please Song Wan'er and Liu Jianjun, she eventually stopped writing.
Her brother argued with her about it for a whole day, and she still finds it somewhat funny when she thinks back to how he acted at that time.
It's not that her writing is bad, it's just that the target audience is different.
And some people, nominally your good friends, don't want you to be better than them.
Perhaps, she can pick it up again and start writing when she has the time.
Mo Caixia saw that she had stopped walking and was just standing there staring at that page of the newspaper.
She came back, grabbed her arm, and said, "Is she really that beautiful? You're so mesmerized."
Jiang Jinxiu held the newspaper up to her. "There's a call for submissions here. Are you interested?"
Mo Caixia didn't even look at it and shook her head directly. "I'm not interested in writing. When I was in school, what I feared most was when the teacher asked me to write an essay. I'd rather go back and help my dad build more bricks than spend that time on that."
Her eyes darted around. "Ah Xiu, do you want to participate in this writing contest?"
Mo Caixia's eyes widened with excitement as she shook Jiang Jinxiu's arm: "Write faster, write faster! I want to be your number one reader! When you become famous, I can spread the word everywhere that I'm Jiang Jinxiu's friend and her number one fan, hahaha..."
Mo Caixia burst into laughter as she filled in the blanks in her mind.
Passersby looked at them with strange eyes.
Jiang Jinxiu quickly covered her mouth. This girl really dared to say that; it's not even close to happening yet.
"Give me a break. You haven't even started writing yet. Whether it will pass or not is still a question."
"You can pass, you can pass, you can definitely pass, I believe in you."
"I don't even believe in myself, how can you believe in me?" Jiang Jinxiu seriously suspected that this guy was doing it on purpose.
"Alright, alright, stop flattering me. I'll have my Xichen ask Wu Wen when he's going to propose to you."
"Hehe, you understand me best. It would be good if that blockhead could be as quick-witted as you."
Jiang Jinxiu rubbed her forehead. "You, you, are you so eager to get married? Does your father know?"
"Hehe—if he finds out, he'll be in big trouble."
Jiang Jinxiu shook her head helplessly, then suddenly thought, "What kind of work do you do now? You seem to have a lot of free time."
"What do you mean 'idle'? I stayed up all night last night to finish my work in advance, so I had time to come out today. Otherwise, I would have had to wait until the weekend."
Jiang Jinxiu just looked at her quietly and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? Didn't I tell you that I work as an accountant in my dad's brick factory?"
Jiang Jinxiu shook her head.
Mo Caixia then realized that she really hadn't told Jiang Jinxiu about this.
"When I graduated, I was supposed to work at a steel factory in the city, but my dad said that there were too many stinky men there, and if I got bullied, he might not be able to catch me in time. So I decided to go home and work as an accountant at the brick factory in the village."
At that time, we were short-staffed as an accountant, and my dad was too busy to handle everything. Most of the factory workers were rough men who couldn't do math, so I reluctantly went back to help my old man.
Jiang Jinxiu suddenly felt a little envious. Actually, living close to home is quite nice, as it allows her to spend more time with her parents.
With that thought in mind, she made a plan, but she didn't know if Gu Xichen would agree.
After Jiang Jinxiu put the newspaper away, the two continued walking.
But after taking only a few steps, Jiang Jinxiu seemed to see a familiar figure.
Song Wan'er.
Wasn't she transferred to another place?
How did I end up here?
Jiang Jinxiu wanted to go over and check if it was her, but when she got closer, she found that Song Wan'er was nowhere to be seen. Could it be that she had seen wrong?
"What are you looking for?" Mo Caixia came over and patted Jiang Jinxiu on the back. Jiang Jinxiu shook her head: "Nothing, let's go."
Since I've decided to write, how can I do without paper and pen?
So the two went to a stationery store, bought what they wanted, and then turned around to go to the police station to find Gu Xichen and the others.
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