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

There were no other voices inside, so it seems this person lives alone.

Zhang Wenying made a mental note of it, but remained outwardly calm. She smiled and exchanged a few more pleasantries before taking the empty bowl back to her room.

Research institute?

Isn't this the company of that ungrateful bastard, the boss?

I reckon this person is that ungrateful bastard's boss.

Who cares who he is?

As long as he patronizes my little shop, he's bringing me money.

As for other things, what do they have to do with her?

The next morning, Zhang Wenying went to the slaughterhouse as usual to sell meat and offal. She also hired a painter to give the third room a simple coat of paint and added two rows of wooden shelves.

We had a row of wooden cabinets made around the entrance so that we could easily put things on them.

"Mom, what will you do if I go and sell small goods or clothes next door?"

The braised meat shops here are doing exceptionally well these days.

The main reason is that the people there are very wealthy, and my mother's food is delicious and inexpensive, so her business is very good.

The two of them are sometimes so busy they barely have time to breathe, and if I leave my mother alone, she probably won't be able to manage. Zhang Wenying said without looking up as she wiped the cutting board, "Don't worry about that."

There are several old women in our neighborhood who have nothing to do at home, and I've already told them about it.

We'll hire two people to help out, and they'll be more than happy to pay us one yuan a day.

You, on the other hand, should go to the market more often these next couple of days and figure out what you want to sell first.

As for the money, we'll take it from Mom first.

As you can see, many things from here are very valuable there.

If you find a way to smuggle some goods from here and sell them over there, you'll have capital.

Old newspapers, old books, comic books, stamps, and even some old-fashioned enamel mugs, tin thermos flasks, grain coupons, and industrial coupons can all fetch good prices over there.

You have a good eye, go out and explore. Don't be afraid of losing money, Mom will cover for you.

She paused, her hands slowing down, her eyes revealing a seasoned wisdom: "In this world, the safest business is making money from information asymmetry."

"As long as you're willing to work hard and observe, Mom guarantees you'll earn your first pot of gold."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaojuan's eyes widened immediately.

"Mom, can these things you mentioned really be sold?"

Her voice was filled with unbelievable excitement, and she gripped the rag in her hand tightly.

"These things are plentiful at the night market on East Street."

"Let's go check out the market tonight and maybe pick up some secondhand goods while we're at it."

Zhang Wenying smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you tonight. Remember, when you're looking at things, don't just look at the spectacle, try to understand the intricacies."

You need to know what sells well and what doesn't.

After preparing the braising sauce and cooking the meat, Zhang Wenying went to the bank to open a bank account.

She remembered that when she lived there in her previous life, the procedures for opening a bank account were very complicated, but now it's much simpler.

After filling out the form and submitting a copy of my ID card, a brand new bank card arrived in no time.

The attitude of the bank staff surprised her.

The main thing is that she was born in 1940, which is the 21st century according to the calendar here.

In the eyes of the bank staff here, she is considered an "elderly customer".

But looking at him, he didn't seem like an elderly person.

After confirming several times, Zhang Wenying finally got the bank card.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have a bank card yet; everyone uses passbooks.

After leaving the bank, Zhang Wenying went to a mobile phone store and bought a smartphone.

I also got a SIM card.

After all, she came from the future, so she naturally knew how to use a smartphone.

After installing the SIM card, Zhang Wenying skillfully registered a WeChat account for herself and downloaded Alipay and several other commonly used shopping apps.

I also went to a copy shop to print out Alipay and WeChat payment codes, laminated them, and put them on the counter of my small shop.

After doing all this, she felt a little more at ease—these days, having cash alone isn't enough; you also have to keep up with the times.

With everything ready, Zhang Wenying got back to her money-making plans.

Around noon, Li Wenbing returned with Li Xiaomei, skipping and hopping.

The two of them didn't say anything. They served themselves rice, poured on their favorite meat and vegetables, and then went to the next room to eat.

As Zhang Wenying watched the two children's retreating figures, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

Li Wenbing ate with great satisfaction.

Looks like I need to cling to my mom's leg.

My dad can't even cook a meal; my mom's cooking is the best.

From now on, he must listen to his mother and not make her angry anymore.

"Mom, you and my sister have worked so hard."

We're going home to sleep.

Zhang Wenying was busy with her work and didn't even look up: "Go on, have a good rest at noon, you have to go to school this afternoon."

When Li Wenbing returned home, he saw two bowls of noodles and a plate of cold vegetables on the table in the main room.

He pursed his lips.

All day long, it's either noodles or porridge; you can't even find a speck of meat.

Fortunately, he will have good food with his mother from now on.

"Why are you peeking around?"

There's still rice in the pot, help yourself.

Li Jianguo also found it difficult to swallow the food in his hand.

He craned his neck and glanced at the next room.

Weird.

That damned woman seems to have stopped cooking these past few days; I can't even smell the aroma anymore.

"You guys eat, I've already eaten."

"Where did you eat?"

Li Jianguo looked completely bewildered.

"My mom made me take my younger sister to school every day, and she provided me with three meals a day."

You all eat your food, don't worry about me.

Li Jianguo paused for a moment with his chopsticks, and opened his mouth.

"None of the restaurants next door are cooking, where did you eat?"

When his father asked about this, Li Wenbing looked smug.

"You guys don't know this, do you?"

Let me tell you, my mom runs a braised pork shop in Wenshu Lane. The shop not only sells braised pork, but also all kinds of braised pork rice. The business is booming!

"My mom's braised pork rice is so delicious! I ate two big bowls for lunch, and even drank all the soup," Li Wenbing said, his face beaming.

"Really? Your mom opened a shop?" Li Jianguo's chopsticks hovered in mid-air, his face full of disbelief.

"Has she stopped going to work?"

"Then I don't know."

Anyway, my mom's really something now; there's a line of people every day at her shop buying braised pork rice.

Li Wenbing spoke while gesturing, his eyes sparkling.

"Snapped!"

Li Jianguo slammed his chopsticks on the table, his face darkening.

"That shameful, disgraceful woman!"

This is an attempt to utterly disgrace the Li family!

Why give up a perfectly good sales job to run a braised pork shop in the public eye? It's making us a laughingstock!

Li Wenbing's smug expression froze instantly, not understanding why his father had suddenly become so angry.

"Dad, don't say that. My mom's braised pork is delicious, and the guests all like it. What's shameful about it?"

My mom earns more in a day than you do in a month of working.