Reborn 80s to be a rich woman

An Xiaolan took on the role of a counselor. This assistance allowed An Zhengming to maintain a good grade in the class. In addition, he often raised his hands to speak, and his active personality and quick thinking made him very popular in every subject. The teacher likes it.

Encouraged, An Zhengming started to do his homework seriously with a pen, while An Xiaofeng read the article silently. The sun was warm on their bodies, and they were quiet and warm for a while.

"Uncle Jiang, please send it to the other side."

Standing by the river, An Xiaolan saw the ferryman Lao Jiang coming in a boat, and hurriedly waved and shouted.

"Aren't you the little girl of An's family? Are you healed from the head injury?"

Lao Jiang rowed the boat against the shore, looked at An Xiaolan's smooth forehead and asked with concern.

"It's all over, Uncle Jiang, thank you for being fair to me last time."

The last time she left in a hurry, she hadn't had time to thank him, but today she finally made up for the regret.

"Thank you, thank you, the old man is telling the truth, if it wasn't for your grandma making too much trouble, maybe there is nothing wrong with me."

Lao Jiang said with a smile, and when An Xiaolan got off the boat, he raised his oars and started paddling.

"Not everyone is as warm-hearted as you, Uncle Jiang, don't be modest."

An Xiaolan was polite yet gentle, and her calm speech was not what she should be at this age, but it made people feel very comfortable, without any flattery at all.

"Hehe, you're a good boy. I won't let anyone wrong you. By the way, what do you want to do with this basket of grass?"

After the last incident, they chatted a lot more naturally, Lao Jiang saw that she was carrying a small basket and asked casually.

"Uncle Jiang, do you know a herb called Da Ji?"

"Big thistle? Well, I've heard of it. The guy in the pharmacy once talked about it. What's the matter? Do you want to buy medicine?"

"No, this is the herbal medicine I'm memorizing now. Didn't you ask me how the wound on my forehead healed? It was cured with this medicine."

An Xiaolan didn't hide anything, she directly told the whole story.

"Impossible? I don't think this grass is any different from weeds. How come it has become a medicine for wounds. Miss, you remember wrongly."

Uncle Jiang said as he rowed the boat, but he didn't take An Xiaolan's words seriously.

"I don't know how to tell you, anyway, my injury was indeed healed by this grass."

An Xiaolan smiled warmly, and didn't refute anything to him. The purpose of her trip was to sell medicine, and it was enough to tell outsiders so much.

"I'm here, Uncle Jiang."

When approaching the shore, An Xiaolan caught a glimpse of the figure lying on the trunk of a big tree, and the corner of her mouth inadvertently pursed into a smile.

"Okay, let's get to the shore."

Lao Jiang docked the boat on the shore and yelled out of habit.

"Here you are, Uncle Qianjiang."

Before going ashore, An Xiaolan took out fifty cents from her pocket and handed it over.

"Exactly fifty cents, thank you little girl."

"Uncle Jiang, you can call me Lanzi from now on, instead of calling me a little girl."

An Xiaolan smiled and waved at him, then turned and walked towards that figure.

"Hey, she's a good girl, but I don't know if my silly grandson has this blessing."

Lao Jiang has been on the boat all his life, and he has seen countless people. He dare not say anything else, but his ability to know people is still reliable. Therefore, he has a good impression of An Xiaolan.

"Hi, how long have you been here?"

An Xiaolan stood under the big tree, looked up at the tree, and greeted that figure.

"I probably slept for a while, and it shouldn't be long."

Yang Jing looked under the tree, biting a piece of dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking a bit tugging with a calm look.

"Then we can go now."

An Xiaolan shrugged, she was incomparable to him, so it was natural for her to be delayed if there were too many things, I believe he understood.

"Well, have you cleaned up the herbs in the basket?"

Yang Jing jumped down, stood beside her and glanced at her back.

"The weeds are removed, the soil is washed, and there is basic cleaning. I think this will keep the original ecology."

"That sounds like it."

Yang Jingxiao glanced at her, and could confirm from her serious expression that this trip to set up a stall was not just a play.

"If you sell for money today, let's split it."

An Xiaolan thought about it, he was the one who picked these herbs, and he deserved the credit. If they could be sold, then she wouldn't monopolize the money.

"Let's talk about it after selling it." Yang Jing didn't take her words to heart, and didn't think about it at all.

"Well, I hope it's off to a good start."

An Xiaolan walked in front with a small bamboo basket on her back, while Yang Jing followed behind.

"Did you buy the basket?"

"You said this?"

The two walked in tandem, not walking side by side as in the past, as if deliberately keeping a distance.

"Well, if there's a second one to be found here."

An Xiaolan looked back at him, a look of embarrassment flashed in her eyes.

She clearly heard just now that when he said this, it was with a hint of teasing.

Looks like a good mood today.

"It doesn't cost money, do it yourself."

"Good workmanship."

"Uh, thank you."

An Xiaolan felt that they were chatting at a rhythm of dying every minute.

"Maybe you can make some baskets and sell them." Yang Jing stared at the baskets thoughtfully, and suggested.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but I don't have enough time to control it."

An Xiaolan has calculated that it will take a lot of time to make up a basket. Excluding the time she needs for school, part-time jobs, and housework, she can't make up many in a day. Small baskets like this can only sell for seventy or eighty cents at most. Larger baskets are more time-consuming, plus the money to buy materials, and the time difference, it is better to pick up junk, after all, she only has one pair of hands.

There are many baskets like this on the market, and the price is not high, and most of the woven ones are sold by hiring workers to produce them in large quantities.

"It's really unrealistic for you to weave and sell alone. I'm just talking casually, so don't take it seriously."

Yang Jinggang dismissed the thought again, but still felt a little pity in his heart, because he admired her weaving technique from the bottom of his heart.

Along the way, the two chatted one after another, and Yang Jing looked at her with complicated eyes several times, as if there was some message hidden on his face.

"Have you heard anything exciting recently?"