Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 167: Quite a Profit

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Quite a Profit

She glanced at the watch on her bowl, a rather luxurious item for this era. Her grandmother had bought one for her and her brother each. Not many people in the school could afford it. When Qin Xiangmei first saw it, she didn’t know how many times she rolled her eyes at her.

Aside from that, having this watch really made checking the time much more convenient. It’s now 8:10 a.m. By the time she gets home and tidies up a bit, it should be about 8:30 a.m. Classes start at 9:10 a.m., so there’s still plenty of time.

She rode her tricycle home, made herself something to eat since she had been too busy to eat until then. Fortunately, she had sold out everything, and business was good. She took out the money she had earned and counted it bill by bill.

She could sell a vegetable stuffed pancake for 1.6 yuan. The pancakes weren’t big, which saved on flour, and they were made with yeast, which made them look larger despite not using much flour. She had probably cooked over thirty pancakes, earning over 40 yuan, with a cost of about 10 yuan. So, she had made a profit of about 30 yuan.

That would be over 900 yuan in a month. Now the wage of a regular worker seems to be around 100 yuan. She didn’t know how many times her 900+ yuan was compared to theirs.

She felt very satisfied.

With happiness, she stored the money away, ready to continue learning double-sided embroidery in the system. Once she completed an embroidery to sell to the system, she could buy fabrics to make clothes. She found that Capital City was very different from Tongwen City.

The people here were much more fashionable than those in her own place and wore a lot more. The colors on their clothes were more diverse, at least no longer just plain stretches of black, white, and grey. Now there were other colors. She didn’t know when she would become a master, but for now, this was fine. She loved selling pancakes because it was profitable. Moreover, here she got to see the old masters and grandmothers practicing boxing and Taichi. It seemed that just by watching them, she could feel the harmonious aura emanating from them, which helped to calm her restless heart gradually.

The system was the same as always, providing her with a table and an embroidery frame. She was working on a large peony pattern that day, also double-sided embroidery. Double-sided embroidery was challenging, and she had been stitching this piece for a long time. Each session required five to six hours dedicated to it. She felt that in this life, she had truly been blessed. She had always used her eyes far more than others, tenfold, and yet she had neither nearsightedness nor farsightedness, with good vision and presumably no need for glasses in the future.

Right now, all she wanted to know was how many Gold Coins she would get from the system for this piece. She had her eyes on a set of embroidery needles in the system’s mall, which was quite expensive. These needles were different from other needles, being more flexible and ideal for embroidery. Moreover, the material used for the needles wasn’t available in this world. She had been longing for them for a long time, and of course, there were fabrics like real silk for summer, which the technology of this era had not yet developed, to say nothing of cotton, linen, and other materials that hadn’t appeared yet.

And there was wool fabric, which one could tell was high-quality just by looking at it, except it was too expensive.

Fabrics in the system were very particular and unattainable from outside. The fabrics bought from outside were not as good as those from the system. To make good clothes, one had to be particular about the fabrics. She still lacked Gold Coins. If only she could buy them with money from outside, but she couldn’t. The system only wanted the things she embroidered. Her Gold Coins, earned and spent, only totaled to several dozen. There was no shortcut with this method of earning money; one had to do it step by step, earnestly, one footprint at a time.