The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Xiang Nanfei was so hot that he would hide in the shed as soon as he finished driving practice.

This is the kind of treatment he receives because he's trained well.

The other guys were scolded mercilessly, but they still had to stand on the training ground and watch the other trainees practice.

Master He is very strict and has strict rules; it's already a miracle he didn't make me stand as punishment.

When Gao Qinghe gets her period, she's always the first one to hold the steering wheel, just for show, and then she gets off after a couple of laps.

Master He knew she had another famous teacher, so he asked her more questions.

When it comes to cars, Gao Qinghe is an expert; even Master He wants to become her apprentice.

Fortunately, the driving school had procedures in place; otherwise, Gao Qinghe would have taken the test, gotten her license, and left before he had a chance to learn from her.

Under the envious gazes of everyone, Xiang Nanfei flew into the shed.

Gao Qinghe was the only student sitting here, memorizing the materials.

Xiang Nanfei felt that being the second one was also pretty good.

He sat down next to Gao Qinghe with a grin, and, as if they were old friends, picked up the hat she had placed on the back of the chair and asked her where she had bought it so he could get one for him.

"Can I try?"

Gao Qinghe snatched it away, looking at his sweaty forehead with disdain, "No."

Xiang Nanfei felt awkward. "Then can you buy me one? Do you have any other patterns? Your little floral print is too girly."

Gao Qinghe casually said, "Sure, give me ten yuan."

"Ten yuan?" Xiang Nanfei was startled; that was really expensive.

However, he can still afford it.

He readily pulled out ten yuan and handed it to Gao Qinghe, "I need it tomorrow, okay?"

Gao Qinghe was taken aback. Was there really a vengeful spirit behind this?

"Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

If you don't make money, you are a bastard.

Gao Qinghe accepted the money. After finishing at the driving school in the afternoon, she immediately asked Huang Yanqiu to accompany her to the county town's farmers' market to buy two straw hats and a piece of blue fabric.

Straw hats cost two yuan each.

Blue cloth costs 2.5 yuan per meter, and the width is 1.5 meters. One meter can make two hats and there will still be some left over.

The total cost of one hat is only about three yuan.

Huang Yanqiu said, "Xiang Nanfei is a complete idiot."

Gao Qinghe: "I like this kind of idiot, making a killing of seven yuan."

Of course, my mother-in-law will still give me the two yuan fee for the work.

Jiang Baohai didn't come home for dinner today. Gao Qinghe received a call in advance and finished eating with Jiang's mother at 6:30 pm.

Gao Qinghe placed the straw hat fabric she had bought, along with two yuan, on the sofa, gave a brief instruction, and went out for a walk to digest her food.

As I stepped outside, I ran into my third aunt, Qian Qiaolan, who was leading her ten-year-old son back from the village store.

When the two met, Qian Qiaolan protected the child and moved to the side of the road, deliberately blocking the snacks the child had bought, as if Gao Qinghe would snatch them.

Gao Qinghe scoffed and strode over.

Jiang Ziqiang poked his head out, chuckled, and called out, "Sister-in-law."

Upon hearing this, Gao Qinghe recognized him.

This guy is Jiang Baohai's cousin, who came to him nine years later because he couldn't afford a house and couldn't get married.

Qian Qiaolan was furious. She grabbed her son by the ear and dragged him home.

Gao Qinghe responded with an "yes," and it's true that sweet-talking children are always likable.

I just don't know why he later married an unreasonable and shrewish wife.

When Gao Qinghe returned home after her shopping trip, Jiang's mother was already inside, working on the sewing machine.

Hearing the noise, Jiang's mother asked, "What about those two yuan?"

"This is a small token of my appreciation for your trouble," Gao Qinghe said, turning on the TV and lying down on the sofa. Jiang's mother smiled and asked curiously, "Who did you prepare this hat for?"

She could finish a top in ten minutes just by pressing the stitches, and she felt a little embarrassed to accept two yuan for it.

Gao Qinghe: "Friend."

Jiang's mother simply said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions.

Soon after, I took out the finished sun hat and the remaining fabric and put them on the coffee table.

"Take these two yuan back. It's no good to talk about money among family members. Ah Fu might say something to me if he finds out."

Gao Qinghe glanced at the finished sun hat, thought it was very nice, and waved her hand, saying:
"It was given to me by someone else, not by me."

Jiang's mother then suppressed her joy and put it away.

She doesn't watch TV much, mainly because she can't understand the Mandarin spoken on TV, and she can't read or understand the subtitles.

I sat in the living room for a while before heading back to my room. Before leaving, I timidly said:
"If you have any friends who need hats made, I won't charge you."

Gao Qinghe found it amusing. She wished she could, but there weren't that many idiots like Xiang Nanfei.

However, what Gao Qinghe didn't expect was that her daily habit of wearing a sun hat when she went out had already attracted the attention of many women in the village.

Gao Qinghe is beautiful and has recently become the hottest gossip topic in Zhao Village. Everyone is watching her every move.

Seeing that she was wearing a hat and covering herself up completely, someone came to her house to ask Jiang's mother what she was doing.

Jiang's mother didn't quite understand either, and mumbled, "They said it would block out the sun and keep out mosquitoes."

Upon hearing this, the man exclaimed, "There's such a wonderful point to this?"
When he got home, he took apart his old clothes and sewed them onto his straw hat, which he then wore to work in the fields.

And you know what? When you bend over like this, your neck won't get sunburned. There are a lot of mosquitoes in the fields, but after a busy morning, you don't have a single bite on your neck or face.

It just doesn't feel as comfortable as the one Gao Qinghe is wearing on her head.

He came to Jiang's mother again, asking how to make her feel comfortable.

Jiang's mother thought it was just a few pieces of fabric pieced together, nothing serious.

Just as I was about to reveal the secret, Gao Qinghe, who was watching TV inside, came out.

"Mom, is this how you're going to describe your family's traditional tailoring skills?"

Her tone was joking, but the visitor immediately understood.

He handed her the hat, saying, "Sister-in-law, can you alter this for me? I'll give you a dollar, okay?"

Seeing her daughter-in-law's expression, Jiang's mother guiltily agreed.

They told the woman to wait outside while they watched TV, and then the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went back inside.

Jiang's mother didn't think much of it and finished the alteration in a few minutes, even adding half of the remaining blue fabric.

It was a matter of five minutes, but Gao Qinghe insisted that she take it out to the villagers half an hour later.

The person thought that it took half an hour to fix, and the modified one was very comfortable to wear, covering all sides and not constricting the neck, so they felt that the one dollar was well spent.

Zhao Village is small; any interesting news can spread within the time it takes to eat a meal.

The next day, Gao Qinghe returned from the driving school and before she even entered the courtyard, she heard a lively chatter coming from inside.

Upon entering, one sees that everyone is bringing their own straw hats and old fabrics to have Jiang's mother make sun hats.

They originally just saw Gao Qinghe wearing it and found it novel.

I borrowed that person's hat from last night this morning and tried it on; it felt really nice.

It won't do if others have it and I don't!

So they all flocked to Jiang's mother.

Amidst the commotion and the departure of many people, Jiang's mother looked at the straw hats and old fabrics scattered on the sofa, along with the money in her hand, and couldn't help but smile.

"Twelve yuan, that's twelve yuan to earn. I can finish it all in one night."

Jiang's mother repeatedly showed off her twelve yuan to Gao Qinghe, as happy as a college student who had just entered the workforce and received her first paycheck.

Gao Qinghe nodded, her eyes full of admiration.

See, that's the allure of earning money through your own efforts; no one can resist it. (End of Chapter)