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Chapter 1119 80 Little Stutterer Pork Shop 14

Although Grandma Chen felt that men and women should keep their distance, it was almost dark, and Jiang Lingyao was indeed late because she was bringing them food.

Regardless of her previous reputation, Chen Ping'an should indeed have escorted her there.

On the way to take Lingyao away, Chen Ping'an was worried about Lingyao not having eaten. He stopped at a small restaurant and a vendor selling wontons to ask Lingyao if she wanted to eat.

He invited Lingyao to eat.

Lingyao eventually succumbed to Chen Ping'an's enthusiasm, mainly because she felt sorry for him because he always had to talk for a long time before he could explain things clearly.

So when Chen Ping'an asked for the second time, Ling Yao chose a bowl of wontons to go. Chen Ping'an was about to reach for the money when Ling Yao stopped him.

Don't let him pay.

Chen Ping'an looked at Ling Yao, his dark eyes seeming to hold a hint of unspeakable grievance, which Ling Yao couldn't understand.

In the end, he withdrew his hand after taking the money, though he wasn't in a good mood.

After buying the wontons, Chen Ping'an escorted Ling Yao to the entrance of the guesthouse. Just as they were about to part, Chen Ping'an finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

"You, you're in town, is there, is there anything you need? Let me see if I can help you."

Because of his job selling pork, Chen Ping'an was quite familiar with some people and things in the town.

So he wanted to know if he could help Lingyao with what she needed to do, even if it was just a little bit.

Lingyao herself didn't know why she had come to town, so she just made up an excuse to fool Chen Ping'an.

"I came to town to find a job."

"Huh?" Chen Ping'an looked puzzled, not quite understanding what kind of job Ling Yao wanted to find.

These days, jobs are all about one person per position. Either you go to university and get a job right after graduation, or you take over the job that your family members, parents, or siblings have vacant.

Some lucky ones happen to encounter some situation where employees need to sell their jobs, and they can buy a job to fill in for them.

However, such positions are usually snapped up by those who already know the inside information, since these days a job is highly sought after and people will fight for it no matter where it is.

As for other more mundane jobs without employee positions, Lingyao didn't need to look for those. She couldn't even finish all the work points her family had. If she didn't meet the quota at the end of the year, the team wouldn't give her any grain.

Seeing Chen Ping'an's puzzled expression, Ling Yao realized that this was the policy of that year.

He added, "It's nothing, just looking for other ways to make money."

Chen Pingan then nodded.

I thought to myself that she must have a really tough time, having to support her family all by herself. She must be under a lot of pressure, which is why she came to the city to find ways to make money.

Chen Ping'an kept this in mind and planned to keep an eye out for any ways to make money for Ling Yao when he came to town in the future.

The two parted ways at the entrance of the guesthouse, and Lingyao returned to her residence.

As soon as I entered, I received a warm thank you from the couple.

The pregnant woman touched her belly, and her originally pale face brightened, becoming rosy, as if she had been steamed by heat.

"Miss, thank you for that glass of water. I've been feeling unwell in my stomach and very tired for the past month. Sometimes I even feel short of breath and can't eat. Believe it or not, after drinking your tea, I feel much better. That feeling of palpitations is finally gone, and I even ate two bowls of rice!"

Lingyao thought to herself, "I don't disbelieve it; I believe it wholeheartedly, after all, it's immortal oil."

The pregnant woman actually wanted to buy some more water from Lingyao, but she had just spent twenty yuan, and her wallet couldn't handle buying more now.

Having and raising children will cost a lot of money.

However, the pregnant woman's husband took the initiative to come over and hand Lingyao his business card.

"Hello young lady, I am the workshop director of Qingtian Garment Factory in the city. I am here to accompany my wife to visit relatives in the countryside. She has been feeling uneasy lately because of the discomfort in her belly, so she insisted on coming home... Thank you for today. If you ever come to the city in the future, you can call me and I will take care of you."

Lingyao took the business card and saw the words "Li Zhenhua" written on it, along with a phone number. That was all.

It's a very simple business card, and it looks handwritten.

Seeing that the girl remained calm and composed even after hearing that he was the workshop director, Li Zhenhua felt quite appreciative of her.

The fact that my wife felt better after drinking a glass of water today is actually quite mysterious; it could just be a coincidence or a placebo effect.

It's not to the point where I need to ask him for his business card.

However, Li Zhenhua also took a sip of that water and had an indescribable feeling. He had taken a long train ride here and had to run around taking care of his pregnant wife, so he was very tired. But for some reason, after drinking that sip of water, he felt relaxed all over and as energetic as if he had slept all day.

That's why he took the initiative to give this business card to Lingyao.

He felt that this girl was definitely not simple. Although she looked like an ordinary village girl, her temperament was better than that of girls in the city.

At night, the four people in each bed lay in their own beds. Unlike later generations where you can play on your phone all night, there was basically nothing to do at home after dark, and entertainment options were scarce, so everyone went to bed relatively early.

After finishing her wontons, Lingyao washed up, went to bed, and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Li Zhenhua's wife, Liu Yulan, had been put to bed early, while Li Zhenhua sat on the edge of the bed reading a book.

After the other girl went out for a meal, she started knitting a sweater again. Judging from the color and width of the sweater, it should be a men's style.

As Lingyao's gaze wandered, she happened to catch sight of a girl knitting a sweater. Looking at the sweater that was almost finished in the girl's hands, she thought of the silk bag containing several bolts of fabric that she had taken out of the seashell earlier that day, and a flash of inspiration struck her.

She got out of bed and borrowed paper and pen from Li Zhenhua...

Early the next morning, Lingyao washed up and went to the black market to inquire where she could find someone to customize clothes.

She quickly found several places to make clothes. These days, there are quite a few people who want their clothes made by custom. After all, clothes in clothing stores are very expensive, so it's cheaper to buy fabric and have someone make them yourself.

Some skilled people even make their own sewing machines at home.

However, the ones you make yourself aren't as exquisite, while the ones you hire to make are usually very limited in design.

They are mostly simple and easy-to-make basic styles, and everyone on the street looks the same.

Lingyao went to the tailor shops that had given her the information, showed them the design she had drawn, and asked if they could make the product according to the design.

I asked two companies and they both said they couldn't do it, but they finally said they could when I asked a third company.