After brushing off the dirt on her body, Old Mrs. He opened the door and went out.
He Aihua took the money and left quickly.
I returned to the Social Workers' Temple and began to pack my things, wondering why it wasn't tomorrow morning yet.
Seeing this, Zhao Moli didn't ask any questions and just continued weaving the wicker basket in her hands.
This is a skill she learned during the transformation.
Although it is not as durable as the bamboo backpack, it is cheap and affordable. Exchanging it for wild vegetables and cabbage from villagers is also a good source of income.
She was inspired by Su Qianfan in this matter.
Su Qianfan delivered a small jar of pickles early this morning and said that he had received the eggs.
Just when Zhao Moli thought the two families could visit each other again, Su Qianfan said, "From now on, our two families are even. No one owes anyone anything. When we walk on the street, we are neither enemies nor acquaintances. Just pretend that we don't know each other."
To be honest, Zhao Moli felt a little upset, but when she put herself in the other person's shoes and thought about it, if she was treated so harshly by someone, she probably would not forgive the other person at all, so she let it go.
Su Qianfan felt a little reluctant and stopped in his tracks. "The wicker basket you made is quite nice. This one is especially suitable for children. Maybe you can even trade it for some rice, flour, oil, salt, cabbage, or something like that."
Zhao Moli really took two small backpacks to the south slope to sell their products.
Those who have children at home are worried about not having a backpack for their children.
The bamboo backpack was too heavy, and the child was too tired before he even started working.
Zhao Moli's arrival just solved their urgent problem.
In this way, she exchanged for a cabbage and a handful of dried vegetables.
Although it’s not much, it’s a good gain for her now.
So she hurried to cut some more willow branches, hoping to get more.
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