It really proves the saying, "Whoever feeds me is my mother."
...
Yingbao was utterly bewildered; the prices here were truly baffling, completely unlike anything in history.
Take, for example, the mung bean cake and chestnut cake that their father Ye Tianyong bought for them before. It cost ten coins a pack, and there were only two or three pieces inside, each about the size of an eraser.
Ten coins is not the same as the previous ten cents; here, ten coins is ten cents, which is one dollar.
It's said that the owner of that pastry shop has ancestors from ancient times and still likes ancient styles, so their pricing and decor are a blend of ancient and modern elements.
Yingbao just wanted to be online, "Haha...", that's really outrageous.
Another point is that people from the 1960s were generally united, weren't they?
The villagers all helped build the house.
Is it enough to just cook some food for them?
It doesn't cost much money, right? Or it's just a token amount; once the house is built, a hundred or so yuan is enough.
What's wrong? Why is it different here?
The blue bricks and tiles used for building the house... are quite expensive.
I heard from Tao Tao and Jessie that most of the time travelers would go to the black market and earn a few hundred yuan. If they went there a few more times, they could find a reliable buyer to sell their goods. She made hundreds of thousands or even millions of yuan behind the scenes.
Even if things go terribly wrong, if someone is starving and on the verge of death, and happens to be seen by the time-traveling female protagonist, she will be overwhelmed with kindness and help them, and will even receive a reward in return.
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The other party had emerald rings, rubies, small gold bars, and all sorts of other items.
Why didn't she have that kind of luck?
What happened to the black market? Is it gone?
well!
She remembered the novel her assistant, Xiao Taotao, had mentioned, about a rich, beautiful woman living a leisurely life.
It mentioned building a house and helping each other. They didn't even charge money; they just provided a few meals. Apparently, someone else came and cooked for them, and they were given three coins, or three mao (0.3 yuan).
It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.
She just wanted to enjoy all kinds of delicious food whenever she was hungry, and drink all kinds of milk tea and juice whenever she was thirsty.
If she doesn't want to go out, she can stay at home and act like a little princess, throwing her weight around. Anyway, she's all alone, so she can do whatever she wants.
When I'm bored, I'll meet up with two or three friends to watch a movie, go shopping, and listen to some gossip...
Such a simple wish... why is it so hard to fulfill?
well!
I don't want to think about it anymore.
It makes me angry just thinking about it.
I just want to curse God a hundred times.
Yingbao simply washed her face with warm water to wake herself up, and then applied Frog Prince children's oil.
"Clap to the left, clap to the right, clap up, clap down."
Alright, everything's ready.
Yingbao gazed at her reflection in the mirror, captivated by her beauty that rivaled that of fish and geese, and was utterly mesmerized.
Go back.
Let's start over. The next second, Yingbao looked at her reflection in the mirror: small hands, short legs, short stature, only her face was still somewhat presentable, a small oval face.
I couldn't help but feel frustrated.
"Yingbao, what's wrong? Why do you look so sad? Did you have a nightmare?" Wang Yitong asked, looking at her daughter "Yingbao" who had woken up and washed up with a long face.
Yes.
She just had a nightmare, didn't she?
Bah, it wasn't even a proper performance. She'd entered a dream and wanted to go back, but couldn't.
There's a saying that perfectly describes her current situation: "A dream within a dream, she wants to wake up, but she can't."
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