Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Qiao Jiaojiao thought to herself that she couldn't just sit there and wait for death, she had to find a way to make some money.

But how to make money?

The current situation does not allow private business, and she does not have the capital.

Suddenly, she thought that there seemed to be a black market in this era - her head suddenly hurt again.

Qiao Jiaojiao paused for a moment before continuing: Yes, she could try her luck... and see if there were any business opportunities.

And then there was that bitch Qiao Ruizhu, who was also a member of the same group as her... Her head suddenly ached again, and Qiao Jiaojiao was furious. In short, she felt that Qiao Ruizhu was blocking her way and she had to find a way to kill her.

While she was daydreaming, Aunt Ma next to her started shouting in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, Qiao Zhiqing, look at the way you're rubbing the corn kernels...tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, aren't you just wasting food?"

She grabbed a stalk of dried corn that Qiao Jiaojiao had just rubbed, and began to rub it quickly with both hands. A handful of corn kernels fell from her hands.

"Qiao Zhiqing, can you please focus on your work instead of wandering around here?"

Qiao Jiaojiao was very unhappy about having her train of thought interrupted, and she wanted to retort as soon as she opened her mouth.

Then he remembered his current situation in the village, swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and forced a smile:

"I'm sorry, Aunt Ma, this is my first time doing this job and I'm not very skilled. I didn't mean to do it."

She could see that the people in the village were staring at her intentionally or unintentionally, as if she were a labor camp prisoner.

I guess before she came, that bitch Qiao Ruizhu had said a lot of bad things about her in the village.

She had to control her temper and turn her image around.

But the most important task right now is to make money... If that doesn't work, we can only ask Cao Dongliang to think of another way.

Qiao Jiaojiao worked diligently for three days, but finally she was too tired to bear it anymore. She cried for a while and resolutely asked the team leader for leave.

She wants to go to the county town to try her luck.

Before leaving, he took away almost all the money and notes in Cao Dongliang's hand.

But, including what I have, there are only about 30 yuan in total. What can I do with this little money?

Qiao Jiaojiao was almost in despair. But thinking about her mission as the "daughter of destiny", she mustered up her courage and rode an ox cart into the city alone.

For some reason, Qiao Jiaojiao's first thought after entering the city was to go to the scrap yard.

She intuitively felt that there was something there that could change her current situation.

After some inquiries, Qiao Jiaojiao walked into the scrap yard. The gatekeeper was an old man who let her in without saying anything.

Qiao Jiaojiao walked around inside and pinched her nose in disgust.

The thing was tattered, but her eyes were wandering around inside, and she didn't know what she was looking for.

Even after standing in front of some shabby furniture for a long time, I still had no idea.

The old man guarding the door saw that she had not come out for a long time, so he came in to check suspiciously.

"Comrade, are you looking for something? Tell me and I'll help you find it."

The old man's eyes were a little inquiring.

People of this age have some experience and will think more about things. For example, the little girl in front of him obviously did not come to the scrap yard just to buy things.

"Oh, I want to buy some old newspapers to put on the walls."

Qiao Jiaojiao was a little distracted and didn't have the energy to deal with the old man, so she answered casually. Her eyes were fixed on a corner, and she always felt that there should be something there.

But no matter how you look at it, there's nothing surprising about it.

"The newspapers are all over there," the old man pointed casually, "10 cents a bundle, take them yourself."

"Oh, okay," Qiao Jiaojiao said in a depressed mood:

"I want to see if there's anything I need..."

But no matter how unwilling Qiao Jiaojiao was, in the end she could only carry a bundle of old newspapers and walk out of the scrap station with dejected steps.

"I might as well try my luck on the black market," Qiao Jiaojiao thought. She also discovered that, except for the initial pain at the beginning of the day, as long as she didn't say these taboo words, it would be fine, and she would relax.

It's just that these tattered newspapers are a bit of a hindrance.

After thinking it over, Qiao Jiaojiao threw the old newspaper into a corner and went into the black market empty-handed.

In order to hide her identity, she even pulled up her collar to cover her face.

In fact, Chen Er's men noticed Qiao Jiaojiao as soon as she entered the black market. Qiao Ruizhu had told them in advance that they only needed to observe what she did and not worry about anything else.

In fact, Qiao Jiaojiao herself didn't know what she was doing in the black market. It was as if there was a voice in her heart calling her to come. But Qiao Jiaojiao walked around the black market a few times, and nothing happened except attracting a few people's attention.

Finally, Qiao Jiaojiao bought 3 kilograms of flour and half a kilogram of pork fat from an old lady and left the black market.

She also has to go to the supply and marketing cooperative.

The vanishing cream she had brought from Jiang City to use on her face was almost gone.

Qiao Jiaojiao touched her face which had become rough due to work these days - if she had to, her appearance would be her greatest asset.

Qiao Jiaojiao's hands were tightly clutching the shabby bills in her pockets, thinking about how to get the money, when she accidentally bumped into a strong embrace.

"Ah!" Qiao Jiaojiao screamed and instinctively reached out to grab the man's clothes to avoid falling.

The man put his arms around her soft waist:

"Comrade, are you okay?"

How could he be alright? Qiao Jiaojiao raised her head and instantly saw the appearance of the “culprit”.

The man was in his 30s, tall and handsome. He was wearing a well-tailored Mao suit with a pen in his pocket.

There was some surprise in the man's eyes when he looked at her.

Qiao Jiaojiao's tears of pain welled up in her eyes:

"My foot...I think I twisted my foot."

"Let me see!"

The man squatted down, and without saying a word, he lifted up Qiao Jiaojiao's trouser legs and pulled open her socks, revealing Qiao Jiaojiao's slightly red and swollen ankles.

Qiao Jiaojiao's face couldn't help but turn red.

Although she was a transmigrated soul from the modern era and had a rather unrestrained appetite before her transmigration, she was still a virgin in this small world and had never had such close contact with a man.

The man in front of her, although a little older, was her favorite before she traveled through time. Before she traveled through time, she liked uncles the most.

The man gently touched the swollen area with his hand:

"Does it hurt?"

Qiao Jiaojiao's body trembled slightly: "It hurts~" Her voice was so tender that it made the man feel itchy.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't look at the road carefully when I walked..." The man apologized proactively:

"How about this, I'll take you to the hospital and I'll cover the cost of treatment."

"Isn't this bad?" Qiao Jiaojiao bit her lip in embarrassment.

"I've only been in the countryside for a few days. I've asked for leave today. I have to hurry back by ox cart because I have to go to work tomorrow..."

"How can you go to work when you're injured like this?" the man said disapprovingly.

"I'll take you to the hospital. You can rest and recover. I'll send someone to ask for leave for you!"

Just like that, Qiao Jiaojiao was carried to the county hospital by the man. He ran around looking for someone to check Qiao Jiaojiao, pay the fees, and buy her food.

Qiao Jiaojiao finally felt the long-lost feeling of being held in the palm of a hand like a little princess.