Rebirth in 1980: The Farm Wife Makes a Comeback
Chapter 73: It Was All the Director’s Idea

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: It Was All the Director’s Idea

"That factory director, ah, the idea for the vegetable market was all yours. Without your insights and long-term vision, how could we have handled so much money? Now we can bring a new piece of equipment into the factory. But as for me, the deputy director, I had nothing to do with it, the credit is all yours. I wouldn’t dare to claim it."

Indeed, the others were also taking the opportunity to flatter the factory director. A factory director is a factory director for a reason, it’s not a role just anyone can hold.

Indeed, such a good idea could only have been thought up by our factory director.

The others, hearing these words, laughed outwardly but sneered inwardly, thinking to themselves that these people only knew how to suck up, never really doing any substantial work. They were the ones undermining the cornerstones of socialism, deserving to be paraded and criticized publicly.

However, even so, factory directors still like to hear praise.

As for that vegetable market, he had other plans. Isn’t the government about to build a road? Just perfect for erecting a big wall around it, blocking off the market. Who would buy vegetables there after that? It was an excellent contracting proposition.

Feeling pleased with himself, he thought that although five thousand yuan wasn’t a lot, it was just the right amount to introduce a new set of equipment and give the workers in the eldest son’s department some added benefits. Yes, he’d think about refurbishing the factory’s school as well.

And sure enough, not long afterward, a road was indeed going to be built there. High fences were erected all around, with only a small gate left for the vegetable market, where fewer and fewer people came to buy vegetables. The money hadn’t even made it into the Qin siblings’ pockets before most of the small stalls inside had already been removed, and not far away, a bigger and newer vegetable market had been built, and no one cared about the vegetable market contracted by the Qin siblings.

Qin Xiangnuan didn’t mind; she never expected to make much money from the vegetable market. Her current business was selling pancakes, and she could clear 30 yuan a day, which added up to several hundred dollars a month.

But Qin Xiang Nuan was almost eight years old, and Qin Xiangyang certainly knew the family’s situation. Before, they had no money and couldn’t afford to go to school, but now that they had money, no matter what, one must attend school.

"Sister, go to school," Qin Yang took the brush from Qin Xiangnuan’s hand. On the Xuan paper, her carefully practiced characters displayed a balance of strength and suppleness, showing considerable character. Qin Yang didn’t know how well his sister wrote, but he thought it looked quite good. Besides, Qin Xiangnuan had started buying paper and brushes half a year ago. When free, she would practice—of course, unbeknownst to him, besides practicing her characters outside, she also wrote for several hours a day in the system.

As for school, Qin Xiangnuan picked up the paper from the desk and blew on it, already very satisfied with her writing. However, it was probably still far from the system’s requirements, and since it hadn’t assigned her a new task, she would have to continue practicing.

It’s just that, going to school.

She really didn’t want to go.

"Nuannuan," Qin Xiangyang sat down, turning Qin Xiangnuan’s face towards him, "Brother knows you have to manage the pancake shop to make money, but we have money now. There’s enough in the bank to cover our schooling. Money can be earned later, but education is a must. If you skip it, you’ll regret it for life. And even if it’s about earning money to support the family, it should be the brother supporting the sister, not the other way around, right?"

"Let’s close down the pancake shop, and I’ll stay in the same grade to go to school with you, okay?"