Rebirth and making money first

Zhang Jing and A'long spent a passionate night together, but the next morning, she started complaining. She accused A'long of violating the doctor's orders, but A'long seemed unfazed. Zhang Jing warned him, "Don't think I don't know you're fooling around! I've had an HIV test, but you haven't. If you infect me, both of us will be in trouble."

Ah Long quickly explained that Zhang Jing was overthinking things and that he definitely wasn't doing anything out of place. Zhang Jing naturally didn't believe him, but she also knew that some things shouldn't be taken too seriously; whoever takes things too seriously will lose. They'd been busy last night, and both of them were up late that morning. They decided to have breakfast first, then go home. As Zhang Jing washed and dressed, she looked in the mirror at her radiant, rosy complexion and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

However, just as they were about to leave, A'long suddenly took out the money Zhang Jing had given him and returned it to her. Zhang Jing asked in surprise, "Why? You've always been the one giving me money, and I've never given you anything." A'long smiled and replied, "You know what? As a man, when you go out, you need to have some money, or people will look down on you." A'long said, "But I'm a man, and I wouldn't spend a woman's money. Use it to buy a house!"

Zhang Jing was so angry that she laughed. After taking the money, she kept most of it and handed the remaining small part to A Long: "This amount of money is a drop in the bucket for buying a house. You should use it frugally." The two agreed to have breakfast together and then go their separate ways. Zhang Jing planned to go to the bookstore for a stroll.

After they separated, Zhang Jing began to think. It seemed like buying a house was something she had to do as soon as possible. She couldn't rely solely on A-Long; she had to rely on her own efforts. Perhaps she should consider selling some stocks to help with the down payment. If she didn't buy a house now, she might not have another chance later.

At the bookstore, Zhang Jing was still immersed in books on crocheting sweaters. Her interests and hobbies were always so unique. When she saw books on shawl knitting, she couldn't help but fantasize about having a wardrobe full of shawls, so that she could show her elegance and composure when she went out.

Zhang Jing was absorbed in reading a book when she heard a girl's voice beside her: "Excuse me, where did you buy your shawl?" She turned around and saw two students staring at her shawl. Zhang Jing smiled and replied, "I crocheted it myself!"

"It's so beautiful, I want one too! Auntie, can you sell it to me? I'll give you money!" the student girl asked Zhang Jing with her hands clasped together. "But pretty girl, this shawl is not suitable for your age!" Zhang Jing didn't want to lie to the little girl.

"It doesn't matter, I bought it for my mother." The little girl was very persistent.

"Oh, but this dress is one I've worn. It's old and not suitable to be sold to you," Zhang Jing explained.

"Auntie, please! My mother's birthday is next week, and I really want to give her this dress as a birthday present!" The little girl's eyes were full of earnestness.

Zhang Jing had an idea: "Why don't you buy some wool? I can crochet a new one for your mother. I also know many other styles. I've crocheted them all in the dormitory and I can take you to choose one."

The two girls discussed it for a while and decided to go back to the dormitory with Zhang Jing to choose some books, but they would bring a male classmate along. Zhang Jing smiled and agreed, praising them for their thoughtfulness and cleverness. Then, Zhang Jing checked out the books she had chosen and sent the children downstairs to wait.

Zhang Jing arrived at the bookstore entrance, only to find that the two girls had changed their minds and seemed to still have doubts about her. Zhang Jing didn't care and let them choose freely while she turned around and prepared to leave. At this time, the little girl hesitantly caught up with her and said, "Auntie, can you please leave your phone number? If I want to buy something in the future, I can call you."

Zhang Jing agreed. When she told her the phone number, she suddenly had an idea. "Pretty girl, how about I bring a few shawls over next Saturday for you to choose from? The labor fee is 50 yuan, and the thread fee is extra. What do you think?" "Really? Sure, sure. But won't the thread be very expensive?"

"What kind do you want to weave?" Zhang Jing asked.

"A scarf, I think it's simpler." The girl replied.

"Okay, what price range of wool do you want? We have cheap and expensive ones." Zhang Jing continued to ask.

"As for the price... I'm not quite sure. How much wool do you need?" the girl asked doubtfully.

"Well, if it's cheap yarn, about one pound is enough; if it's expensive yarn, about eight ounces is needed. Of course, this is just a rough estimate, and it depends on the thickness and style of the yarn you choose." Zhang Jing explained patiently.

"Okay, then let's choose the cheaper thread," said the girl.

"No problem! But if you want a more refined effect, you can consider using finer wool, but this will increase the labor cost. In addition, you can choose the color at will, whether you bring it yourself or I provide it." Zhang Jing added.

"Then I want red or purple wool. Can you help me prepare it?" the girl asked expectantly.

"Of course! We agreed to meet next Saturday, and I will prepare the wool by then." Zhang Jing agreed with a smile.

Zhang Jing then decided to go to Dongmen Baimacheng to buy some yarn. It was a bustling place, with a dazzling array of shops. When she finally arrived at the yarn shop, she was stunned by the sight—the sheer variety of yarn, the colorful yarns neatly arranged on the shelves, a dazzling sight.

Zhang Jing excitedly approached the shelves, carefully examining each type of yarn. These yarns varied not only in color but also in texture and material: some were wool, some rabbit, and some synthetic. Prices ranged from ten yuan per jin to several dozen yuan per jin, with some even more expensive.

After careful selection, Zhang Jing finally chose the cheapest yarn. Despite its low price, it felt incredibly soft and comfortable. She thought a shawl made with this yarn would be very warm, and at a reasonable price, she could buy more. So, she decisively bought a pound of each color.

Just as Zhang Jing was about to leave, she suddenly noticed a special kind of yarn—orange baby yarn. The vibrant color was eye-catching, and it gave off a warm feeling. Zhang Jing was moved and couldn't help but pick up a ball to feel it. Sure enough, it was softer and more delicate than other yarns, like a baby's skin. Designed specifically for babies, it captivated Zhang Jing.

"How much is this thread per pound?" Zhang Jing asked the owner curiously.

"Six dollars a ball," the owner replied.

Zhang Jing hesitated. While the yarn looked nice, it was a bit pricey. However, remembering how she had wowed her colleagues with scarves made with this yarn in her past life, she gritted her teeth and decided to buy some to try. After all, life needs some beautiful things to embellish it.

In addition to the yarn, Zhang Jing also bought several sets of knitting needles and several crochet hooks. The hooks came in various sizes and shapes, ranging from slender to thick and curvy. The largest hook, about the thickness of a chopstick, reminded Zhang Jing of the beautiful works she had knitted with it in her past life. She was eager to try it out and see if she could create beautiful fabrics again.

As Zhang Jing walked out of the yarn shop carrying her large bag, she realized she'd bought too much. Thirteen pounds of yarn, plus the time required to wind it, was a significant undertaking. But she didn't back down. Instead, she gritted her teeth and carried the bag home.

But she didn't forget to deposit the money she had into her account. Through the bank's glass door, Zhang Jing looked at herself like a supplier, a wry smile on her face. She tossed her handbag and shawl into the pile of yarn, feeling like she'd suddenly gone from a wealthy woman to a street aunt. She wondered if Aaron would recognize her if he saw her.

Back home, Zhang Jing eagerly opened the package and began sorting the yarn. She sorted the different colored yarns into groups, first winding one type into a ball, then picked up her crochet hook and began to try her hand at knitting. Despite not having used these tools for a long time, her skills were still sharp. She skillfully crocheted the yarn, and in no time, she had woven a small scarf. Looking at her work, Zhang Jing felt a surge of accomplishment.

Thinking about how much yarn would be tangled up and how she'd be overwhelmed by herself, Zhang Jing had an idea. She brought a large bag of yarn to the classroom, and paired them up in pairs, each choosing a color. This combined fun and educational experience, they managed to create a tangled yarn that caught the attention of the other teachers. Knowing it was a crocheted shawl, she decided to follow along and learn how to make one.

In the days that followed, Zhang Jing set aside some time each day to weave. As time went by, her skills became more refined, and her scarves and shawls became more and more exquisite. Each one embodied her hard work and dedication, becoming a part of her life.

Through the weaving process, Zhang Jing gradually rediscovered her former joy and satisfaction. She discovered that creating beautiful things with her own hands brings her endless joy. She also looks forward to sharing this beauty with more people. Perhaps this is the happiness she has always pursued.

Zhang Jing planned to test the waters in the crocheted market. She always wanted to buy more when she made money, as life was too difficult without money. She didn't want to live in such a miserable state anymore, so she had to seize every opportunity, even if she couldn't sell it, she could give it away.

But I still have dreams in my heart, and my obsession is still to make money and buy a house.