Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

Filled with excitement, Zhang Wenying locked the shop door and went into the market.

She walked and looked around, making plans in her mind.

This door is probably another way out that God opened for her as compensation.

She must seize the opportunity and make good use of this secret.

She first strolled around, observing which stalls were doing the best business and which products were the most sought after.

However, she lived in the 1980s, a time of scarcity where many things required ration coupons.

The market was filled with a dazzling array of goods that overwhelmed her senses. Plastic basins, plastic buckets, nylon stockings, polyester shirts, digital watches… these things, which would be commonplace in later generations, were all treasures in her eyes.

She secretly noted down the styles and prices of those best-selling items, thinking to herself: if she could smuggle some things back from here, even just a few items, it would be enough for her to make a profit.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a wholesale market here, where things were relatively cheap.

Of course, the price is much higher than in the 1980s.

Moreover, the currency here is in 100-yuan bills, and payments are made via WeChat or Alipay.

The unity she has achieved is already a collector's item.

Zhang Wenying's heart pounded wildly.

Several types of coins from the 1980s would be valuable collectibles in later generations.

There were also various other forms of paperwork, such as stamps and grain coupons.

She became more and more excited as she thought about it, and her palms were sweaty.

Those old items buried at the bottom of trunks, those receipts forgotten by time, might all be exchanged for real money here.

Zhang Wenying hurried back into the shop and started a fire to cook soup.

She thought she should find a way to earn some money from the future and then use that money to buy some scarce resources from the 1980s and bring them back with her.

She then went to look at the two shops next door.

There was no door in those two rooms.

It seems that this door was opened just for her.

With a clear plan in mind, she stirred the soup in the pot, cooked the meat, and began to think about her next steps.

Today is an auspicious day for the shop's opening, and Zhang Wenying set off a string of firecrackers outside the shop. The crackling sound attracted many passersby to stop and watch.

She greeted us with a smile, and the steaming pot of soup emitted an enticing aroma.

In the following days, Zhang Wenying busied herself with the business in the shop.

Perhaps it's because it's a new store opening, and people don't have much money in their pockets.

Even though Zhang Wenying's braised pork was very fragrant, reasonably priced, and didn't require food coupons, business wasn't very good.

Zhang Wenying wasn't in a hurry.

Business takes time; it always takes a process.

"Shopkeeper, please cook me two dishes, a plate of braised beef, and a bowl of rice."

A man wearing a plaid shirt, baggy shorts, and slippers walked in through the back door.

He just walked in!

Zhang Wenying was stunned and almost threw the spoon away.

But she didn't ask anything, she just smiled and replied, "Okay, please wait a moment, I'll be right there."

She deftly cut meat and stir-fried vegetables, but her mind was in turmoil.

It seems that not only can she get through this door, but people from the other side can also come over.

But no matter what, there's no reason to turn away business that comes to you. As she tossed the wok, she pondered: This person's clothes, manner of speaking, and overall demeanor exuded a casual air from later times; he was probably someone who did business nearby.

When the stir-fried dishes were served, the man sniffed, his eyes lighting up: "This tastes authentic! Boss, how come I never noticed your cooking skills before?"

Zhang Wenying stir-fried a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of water spinach with garlic, and sliced ​​a plate of braised beef, each slice translucent and neatly arranged.

Zhang Wenying smiled and handed over a cup of tea: "It's a newly opened shop, please take good care of it."

The man picked up a slice of beef, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and his eyes lit up even more: "Mmm! This braised flavor is on par with old-fashioned braising broth!"

good!"

The man ate to his heart's content, and finally paid seventy yuan and left satisfied.

"Boss, here's a QR code. It'll be more convenient for payments in the future."

The cash he just received was from the shop next door.

Zhang Wenying was someone who had lived in the future, so she was naturally familiar with QR codes and prices in the future.

Seventy yuan for a plate of braised beef, two plates of stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of rice—this price wouldn't be considered too expensive in later generations, but it was definitely worth the money.

Zhang Wenying was overjoyed.

It seems I can make money from both sides!

Things are different now than before.

Some vegetable and meat stalls appeared on the streets, and no one cared about speculation anymore.

Even though many people are still observing, the situation has improved a lot.

Zhang Wenying understood clearly that the winds of change had truly swept across the land.

Doing business no longer requires timidity.

Thinking about this, Zhang Wenying felt a surge of joy.

Meat and vegetables are very cheap here.

Meat costs only 50 cents a pound, and vegetables are even cheaper, just a few cents a handful.

Beef is more expensive, costing about two yuan per pound.

However, the quantity is extremely limited, and sometimes you can't buy it even if you have the money.

But she knew Old Zhou at the slaughterhouse, and could get cheap scraps, offal, and about ten kilograms of beef and large pieces of meat.

She plans to use these ingredients to make braised dishes, sell them at an affordable price, and make small profits but quick turnover.

If there's not enough meat, she'll go there to buy some.

Although the meat there is more expensive, it has the advantage of a plentiful supply and can be bought at any time.

By switching between the two sides, the cost can actually be reduced significantly.

The more Zhang Wenying thought about it, the more convinced she became that this path was viable.

She made up her mind to go to the slaughterhouse to find Old Zhou first thing tomorrow morning and take back all the goods she could.

To Zhang Wenying's surprise, quite a few people came to buy braised pork and braised vegetables. In just one morning, she sold more than half a pot of braised dishes.

Some customers were taking their food to go, while others were sitting down to eat. The small shop was unusually bustling with activity. Zhang Wenying was so busy she barely had time to breathe, but she was overjoyed.

Looks like I'll have to go there in a few days to buy a phone.

Otherwise, it would be very inconvenient to settle accounts with the people over there.

Thinking of the civilization and advancement of later generations, Zhang Wenying felt a surge of motivation.

In less than half a day, Zhang Wenying sold out all her braised dishes.

After closing the shop door, she counted her earnings for the day. After deducting costs, she made eight yuan and fifty cents.

But over there, she earned 360 yuan. Zhang Wenying carefully recorded the accounts from both sides and happily returned home.

Li Jianguo felt very uncomfortable.

In the few days that Zhang Wenying was away, he suddenly felt that life was a bit dull.

Every day when I come home, the stove and pot are cold. Even though my second son sometimes cooks, the taste is simply indescribable.

When Zhang Wenying was alive, the house was always neat and tidy, and the food always smelled delicious.

But now, the blankets on the bed are a mess, clothes are piled on the chair and no one has taken them away, and there are smelly socks that the second and third sons took off on the floor.

Li Jianguo sat in the living room, looking at the empty house, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.

Although he could visit Ma Hongping from time to time, Ma Hongping was not his wife after all, and there was an indescribable distance between them.

Li Jianguo sighed, and without even checking whether his son had eaten, turned around and went to his eldest son's house.

His mother is with his eldest son; he needs to go and see her.