Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

The next morning, as soon as Lin Xiuhe arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, she noticed something was wrong.

Several young people, both men and women, were standing outside the counter, holding slips of paper in their hands.

"Excuse me, do you have high school math courses here?"

"Is there still physics?"

"I heard you can get your hands on review materials?"

The sounds rose and fell.

The colleagues at the supply and marketing cooperative were all stunned. Li Hongmei's eyes widened even more: "Xiuhe, are all these people here to see you?"

Lin Xiuhe was also somewhat surprised. She had originally thought the news would take several days to spread. Unexpectedly, it spread in just one night.

"Don't rush, everyone," she said with a smile. "Come to the warehouse after get off work tonight; I have to work during the day."

Several people nodded repeatedly, afraid that they would miss out if they arrived too late.

After everyone left, Li Hongmei finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Just how many books have you hoarded?"

"Not much," Lin Xiuhe smiled. "I just bought a little in advance."

I bought some in advance.

This statement sounded casual, but Li Hongmei felt something was off. The college entrance exam had just been announced yesterday, and today the books were selling like hotcakes. Lin Xiuhe, however, had already packed up her books in advance.

That's an incredibly accurate eye.

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered her voice: "Xiuhe, you didn't already know, did you?"

Lin Xiuhe paused slightly on the abacus beads in her hand, then laughed and said, "If I had really known in advance, I would have been rich long ago."

Li Hongmei laughed too: "That's true."

But for some reason, she still felt that the girl in front of her was a bit mysterious.

On the other side, the Lin family.

Wang Xiulan was so panicked last night that she didn't sleep a wink.

Because she discovered that Lin Xiuhe hadn't returned after moving out. One day, two days, three whole days passed, and she hadn't even shown any intention of admitting her mistake.

This was completely different from what she had expected.

In her opinion, a young woman who leaves home can only last two days at most—if she gets hungry, cold, or scared, she will naturally come back.

But now? Not only have they not come back, but I hear they're doing quite well.

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and Liu Chunyan walked in.

"Auntie, I just came back from the supply and marketing cooperative."

Wang Xiulan immediately sat up straight: "You saw her?"

"I saw her." Liu Chunyan's expression was somewhat complicated. "She seems to be..."

"What's wrong?"

"It seems like we've made some money."

The air suddenly became quiet.

"What?" Wang Xiulan almost didn't react. "Make money what?"

"She's selling books. Lots of people are asking her to buy textbooks, and I heard she sold quite a few last night. I don't know exactly how much she earned, but it must have been a lot."

Snapped!

Wang Xiulan slammed the enamel mug down on the table, her face turning green.

Because she suddenly realized a problem—if Lin Xiuhe had no money, she could always come back one day. But if she started earning money… how could she come back then?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiulan suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

She couldn't get a job, she didn't get paid, and now she's even making money from books. What about the future? Will she still be able to control her daughter?

"Nonsense!" She jumped up. "Those books are definitely speculative! How could the government allow her to sell them like that!"

Liu Chunyan was startled: "Auntie..."

"What do you know!" Wang Xiulan grew angrier the more she thought about it. "What's the point of a little girl earning so much money? She'll get into trouble sooner or later!"

Despite saying that, she felt increasingly panicked.

Because she knew that the real reason she was angry was not because of speculation, but because of the money—if Lin Xiuhe were still living at home, that money should have been in her hands.

Thinking of this, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had thought of something.

"Spring Swallow".

"What's wrong?"

"What if Weidong also went into selling books?"

Liu Chunyan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"If she can make money, why can't Weidong? Those books aren't gold; if others can sell them, Weidong can too!"

The more they talked, the more sense it made Wang Xiulan. "That's right, why can Lin Xiuhe earn money, but my own son can't?"

Thinking of this, she suddenly stood up: "Wei Dong!"

"What are you doing, mother?"

"Come with me!"

"Where to?"

"Junkyard! We buy books!"

Before Lin Weidong could react, he was pulled out of the door in the courtyard.

On the other side, there's the supply and marketing cooperative.

During his lunch break, Zhou Zhiyuan came out of the commune with some documents in his hand. As he passed the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, he saw a group of young people gathered there.

"Are there any books left?"

"I'm first in line tonight!"

"Leave me a math book!"

The sounds were a jumbled mess.

Zhou Zhiyuan stopped and looked for a while, then suddenly smiled faintly.

At this time in her previous life, Lin Xiuhe was still at home doing laundry and cooking, and had no opportunity to come into contact with these things.

In this life, she has already started making money.

With that thought in mind, he turned and left.

But a strange expectation suddenly arose in my heart—

He was eager to see just how far she could go if no one held her back...