Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 359: I’ll Deliver Your Gift

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: I’ll Deliver Your Gift

It’s just a pity that within the system she couldn’t have a room like outside, no additional bed, no soft duvet; she could only make do.

After emerging from the system, she had enough sleep, yet she still wanted to burrow under the duvet, not wanting to go out.

This Siheyuan is truly nice, warm in winter and cool in summer. She felt grateful more than once for having bought this place back then. Otherwise, living in a high-rise building, who knows what sufferings she might be enduring by now. At the very least, she would probably be using a fan, blowing not only air but also a lot of dust.

She lingered in bed a while longer before finally getting up to change her clothes and apply some skincare cream—unbranded products from the system. She wasn’t too demanding; after all, she was just a young girl, and a quick hydrating was enough.

She picked up a sun hat and hit the streets with Jian Zhiqing.

That’s why she always liked Jian Zhiqing’s style of dress. He never dressed carelessly, nor would he follow a trend just because it’s popular, such as the central-parted traitor hairstyle, which he never cut, or the skinny suits with slits on each side from a few years ago that looked quite fashionable and suitable for young people’s style. Qin Xiangnuan asked if he liked it, and he said no, preferring something more traditional.

That year, suits with side slits were all the rage across the country, but Jian Zhiqing was still clad in a trench coat, his gaze as unyielding and strong as the cold wind.

For instance, right now, he’s still wearing a simple white shirt, perhaps rolling up the sleeves at most, appearing clean and refreshing, never wearing those bizarre outfits. Jian Zhiqing is precise, but not old-fashioned; fashionable, yet never reckless, he certainly has his own style.

Qin Xiangnuan pulled the brim of her sun hat down a bit. She changed into a floral dress that reached her knees, revealing her smooth and fair calves, especially under the sunlight, they seemed to be at least two shades lighter than others’. She usually refrained from tanning, but today she indulged.

Her clothing always followed the times, no matter if it’s seen as tacky or in poor taste, but always aiming to blend in. She didn’t like to stand out, and on the streets, everyone dressed similarly, without any noticeable disparities in attire.

The printing factory that Jian Zhiqing had found wasn’t too far away. The more you printed, the cheaper it got because you paid for the plates just once. More colors used meant higher costs, and different paper qualities affected the price too. They usually used glossy art paper, which wasn’t too thick or thin, and quite affordable in price, although this particular factory’s quote was a bit on the higher side.

Jian Zhiqing then took her to other factories to get a sense of the rough baseline prices in the printing industry. They visited several places and finally found the most suitable one, which took small orders. Qin Xiangnuan was just testing the waters, so she wouldn’t do too much.

She ordered ten thousand bags, red ones, with a cartoonish image of a bull and typography designed by someone else using a computer—the kind that still had bulky CRT monitors, nowhere near the later LCD screens or the tougher gorilla glass ones. But the colors displayed were quite attractive.

In her past life, Qin Xiangnuan never encountered computers, but by then they were already commonplace. Such high-tech gadgets were something she’d need to learn to use eventually. Qin Xiangnuan planned to get one once computers became widespread, though by that time, she would likely have graduated from college.

It’s now the late ’90s, fast approaching the year 2000. Post-2000, China’s economy would see rapid change and growth, inevitably leading to the first wave of price hikes. The market would flood with colorfully dressed clothes, and foreign brands would quietly start entering the domestic market.

The rent of her property back home was about to increase. With each increase, she would make a good sum of money, which she could use to fund her next ventures, though she wasn’t sure if it would be enough.

Although she had been reborn for over a decade, it seemed she never had much cash on hand. The problem was that she earned a lot but spent a lot too, and what she had now was mainly fixed assets, which she was reluctant to sell. So the cash she had was only tens of thousands of yuan, from years of rental income and selling scallion pancakes. She had no other income, and the episode with the Qingming River Painting could have added a hundred thousand to her account if Mr. Song agreed, but she didn’t want to kill the goose that laid the golden eggs. Money could be earned again, but if she were to embroider another painting, it would not be the same as this one, not because of others, but because of her state of mind.

It seemed she didn’t have enough money, and now that she was about to spend such a large sum, she felt quite heartbroken.

Besides making ten thousand bags, she also produced several thousand red envelopes, spending nearly 2000 yuan. It was unknown if the Spring Festival couplets sold during the new year would make that money back, but at least she wouldn’t lose out.

Anyway, the Spring Festival couplets were written by herself. She planned to use the money earned from selling them to fill this gap.

"Did you invest such a large sum this year?" Jian Zhiqing clearly saw the pained expression on Qin Xiangnuan’s face when she handed over the money and couldn’t help but want to laugh. The young lady was actually quite well-off, just unwilling to sell some items.

Qin Xiangnuan glanced at him and then let out a soft sigh.

"You’ll know in time."

"Don’t be secretive," Jian Zhiqing knew her temperament well. If she wasn’t talking now, then asking her more would not make a difference, as the young girl would keep her lips sealed. So, he didn’t press further, and once this task was done, Qin Xiangnuan felt a great relief. There was still the ’everlasting happiness’ of Qin Xiangyang, her company commander brother, and the joyful set of four items, which she wasn’t in a rush for. A month in the system was equivalent to a year outside, so either way, she could deliver the items to Qin Xiangyang before the school term started.

This summer vacation, she had a rather enjoyable time, with no significant troubles finding her. Each day, she would embroider, write Spring Festival couplets, and review her lessons, never missing a day. Occasionally, she would also take Conghua out for a stroll.

As long as Qin Xiangyang was around, she didn’t need to worry about Granny Lu’s little shop. In fact, even Granny Lu herself didn’t need to intervene.

Qin Xiangyang, having cultivated the habit of rising early in military school, made his bed into a standard tofu block shape. The floors were mopped spick-and-span, and the courtyard was swept clean repeatedly. Not a single day did he seem to have any idle time. After he finished his tasks, even Granny Lu found herself with nothing to do, spending her days playing cards with the elderly neighbors.

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