Reborn in the 1980s, remarried and followed a soldier, the ungrateful wretch cried with regret.

Chapter 411 Coming up with ideas

Fu Mingxue slept very soundly.

When she woke up, she looked at her watch and found that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

This really surprised her.

Did she sleep for that long?
I couldn't help but rub my forehead.

Thank goodness I said I wouldn't be going in the afternoon, otherwise, wouldn't that be considered being late?
But why didn't her mother call her at noon?
Rarely having such a leisurely time, Fu Mingxue simply lay down for another five minutes before getting up.

She went outside and saw her mother sewing something.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"I make shoes for the two children."

Fu Mingxue: ...?
"Why don't you just buy them? Making shoes yourself is too much trouble."

Mrs. Fu rolled her eyes—she's getting cocky just because she made a little money.

Don't you realize that every pair of shoes you've worn since childhood was made by her?
"How could it be troublesome? Shoes sold elsewhere are never as comfortable as the ones I make. Besides, kids are easy to take care of these days. My brother and sister can play by themselves and don't need me to carry them at all. Now that I have some free time, isn't this a good opportunity to find something to do?"

At this point, she couldn't help but look up and ask, "Do you know any way to glue that cardboard box back together? I'm just sitting at home doing nothing anyway."

It's good to earn a little extra money—even just a few dollars or two, enough to pay the electricity bill or buy some candy for the kids.

When Fu Mingxue heard that she was actually thinking of making paper boxes, she was speechless.

"Mom, if you have this much free time, you might as well make your shoes and sell them at the market."

"Oh no, that won't do. If I sell things, wouldn't that be considered reselling? What if someone reports me and it affects you?"

This brat, can't she come up with a proper idea?

"Mom, it's not called reselling anymore. The policy has loosened, and it's allowed to sell things now. Haven't you noticed—how many chickens are you raising now?"

If the yard weren't big enough, and there wasn't a small backyard, she would have been overwhelmed by the smell of chicken droppings. Mrs. Fu thought about it and agreed.

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

Fu Mingxue nodded.
"Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you? A daughter wouldn't lie to her own mother! If you have some free time, you can make your shoes. I think your cloth shoes are excellent. By the way, those tiger-head shoes for children are also very nice. If you make a lot and can't sell them, I'll try to sell them to supply and marketing cooperatives for you."

"However, I only have one request: it can't be done too late at night, and it can't be done with the lights off or by candlelight. Anything that's too harmful to the eyes is not allowed."

Fu's mother thought that if they didn't do it tonight, wouldn't the time be wasted?

Besides, if she turned on the light—she wouldn't even earn enough to cover the electricity bill.

"--Okay, I got it. Go wash up now, I'll cook you some dumplings."

"Cook more, I'm hungry." Fu Mingxue was really hungry at this moment.

Having skipped lunch, she felt like her stomach could swallow a cow whole.

“Okay.” Madam Fu got up and went to the small kitchen.

Fu Mingxue then went to fetch water and washed her face.

When they returned to the main room, the two little ones saw her and quickly walked towards her.

Now the two siblings walk quite steadily and are no longer wobbly.

"Mommy!" the little girl called out sweetly first.

"Oh, my baby, come here, Mommy smells sweet." Fu Mingxue gave that rosy little face a kiss.

Then her own face was covered in saliva from the little cotton-padded jacket.

Fu Mingxue: ...?
This face wash was a complete waste.

(End of this chapter)