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

"Young lady, you have a sharp eye. I've had this booklet for years. I wouldn't have sold it if my family hadn't been in urgent need of money."

The stall owner was an old man in his fifties, who touched the stamp album with a reluctant expression.

He has loved stamp collecting since he was a child, and has collected quite a few good ones over the years.

He knew these stamps would become more valuable over time. But he had no choice at the moment; his wife was sick and needed a large sum of money, so he had to reluctantly part with them.

Zhang Wenying knew even better that once this booklet reached the other side, its value would increase a hundredfold or a thousandfold.

"Brother, how much are you planning to sell these stamps for?"

Zhang Wenying asked tentatively.

The old man sighed and held up three fingers: "Three hundred yuan, not a penny less."

Without a word, Zhang Wenying took out three hundred-yuan bills from her pocket and handed them over. The old man took the money, a complicated look flashing in his eyes, but in the end, he still handed her the stamp album.

Zhang Wenying took the stamp album and carefully put it into her bag, only then did she feel relieved.

This stamp album was a great stroke of luck bestowed upon her by heaven.

Any one of these stamps alone would be enough for her to completely turn her life around and become a truly wealthy person.

However, one must remain humble and not become arrogant or complacent.

She had met the old man who sold stamps; he was an old intellectual who had just returned from the cowshed a couple of years ago.

At three hundred yuan, in other people's eyes only a fool would spend so much money to buy a tattered booklet.

In their eyes, those stamps couldn't be used as clothes or food.

Spending a huge sum of money to buy a bunch of colorful pieces of paper is simply insane.

But Zhang Wenying knew that the most valuable things in this world were often those things that were "useless" in the eyes of ordinary people.

After returning home, Zhang Wenying went to visit her neighbors, Sister Liu and Sister Wang.

"Sisters-in-law, I've opened a braised meat shop in Wenshu Lane and would like to ask you to come and help me out."

The salary is thirty yuan a month, meals included. Is that okay with you?

Upon hearing this, Sister Liu's eyes lit up: "Really? Thirty yuan a month? That's more than my youngest son earns!"

"That's for sure."

"We've known each other for a long time, would I lie to you?" Zhang Wenying said with a smile.

Sister-in-law Wang nodded repeatedly, "Go, go, where else can you find such a good job!"

Sister Liu was overjoyed.

She is a widow pulling a doll.

Her husband passed away early, leaving her to raise two children alone, and life was very difficult.

Now that my child is older, I eat at the company cafeteria during the work week.

With nothing else to do, she could only earn some pocket money by pasting paper boxes, and she was worried about not having any income. Zhang Wenying's offer was like sending charcoal in snowy weather.

The same goes for Sister-in-law Wang.

With a large family and heavy burdens, they rely entirely on the husband's salary to make ends meet, which is extremely tight.

Upon hearing that it would cost thirty yuan a month with meals included, I immediately agreed.

The next morning, Zhang Wenying got up half an hour early and went to the market to buy the freshest meat and vegetables.

Then I went to the shop and worked with my two sisters-in-law for a while, tidying up the shop neatly.

I checked the time; it was 9:30.

"Sisters-in-law, please watch the shop. I'm going out for a bit."

Since the money has already been paid, Zhang Wenying must keep her word.

Shen Mingyuan went to work, and the house was quiet.

Zhang Wenying used the key given to her by Shen Mingyuan to open the door.

The room was spotless, and there was an unfinished cup of tea on the coffee table. Without lingering, she went straight to the bedroom, folded the blankets on the bed, swept away the dust with a broom, and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

Shen Mingyuan was clearly a wealthy man; his home had all sorts of hard-to-find appliances, including a TV, washing machine, refrigerator, and electric fan.

She put all the dirty clothes in a bamboo basket, picked them up, went to the bathroom, put them in the washing machine, poured in detergent, and turned it on. The washing machine started spinning with a rumble.

She then took a rag and wiped down all the furniture in the living room, bedroom, and kitchen.

The floor was so shiny you could see your reflection in it.

In less than an hour, the house was completely transformed.

Zhang Wenying wiped her sweat, washed and dried the rag, checked it again to make sure nothing was missed, and then locked the door and left.

When they returned to the restaurant, there weren't many customers, as it wasn't lunchtime yet.

There were quite a few people bringing lunchboxes to sell meat.

"Sister Zhang, could I have an extra spoonful of the braising broth? My daughter loves to mix it with her rice!"

"Alright, here's an extra spoonful!" Zhang Wenying deftly scooped a spoonful of braising liquid onto the sliced ​​braised pork, then handed it over. "Here you go, come again next time!"

After seeing off this regular customer, Zhang Wenying greeted the next one.

"Aunt Wang, your pig's head meat is ready. I added extra minced garlic and chili oil for you; it'll taste delicious mixed with it!"

Aunt Wang took the lunchbox, beaming from ear to ear: "You really understand me! I love your cooking!"

"Take care, and come back again if you find something delicious!"

Zhang Wenying smiled as she saw Aunt Wang off, then turned and weighed out a pound of pig's trotters for the next customer.

After a busy day, both Sister-in-law Liu and Sister-in-law Wang were quite amazed.

I never expected Zhang Wenying's braised meat restaurant to be so popular.

During the midday period alone, more than half a pot of braised pork was sold out, and by four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the remaining braised dishes were almost gone.

Zhang Wenying went out and bought back about twenty catties of meat.

Later that evening, they bought another large batch, and they almost ran out of stock.

They can earn at least twenty or thirty yuan a day.

Twenty or thirty a day, what does that even mean!

Over a month, that adds up to thousands of yuan.

Wow, that's much higher than the salaries of some big company executives!

But they dared not say anything.

Zhang Wenying gave them jobs, and they were not allowed to go out and talk about it.

When Zhang Wenying got home that evening, she washed up and went to bed.

It was a fulfilling day, but I was also exhausted.

She lay in bed, her whole body aching, but she felt exceptionally comfortable.

However, Li Xiaojuan received an uninvited guest: Li Wenjun.

Li Xiaojuan counted the money in her hand, feeling incredibly excited.

In the morning, she sold a set of comic books for a full six thousand yuan!

I never imagined that a comic book that costs less than two yuan here could sell for a sky-high price of six thousand yuan over there!

In the past two days, she has learned about the differences between that place and this place from her mother.

That is, prices there are ridiculously high, and the currency used is different.

The money here can't be used there once it's gone.

But the one-cent coin she had in her hand from 1951 could be exchanged for a huge sum of 12,000 yuan!

She felt the world was crazy.

Even a nationally valid grain coupon for ten jin (5 kg) can sell for three thousand yuan there.

Li Xiaojuan became more and more excited as she thought about it, as if she could see a golden road slowly unfolding before her eyes.

She took the scarce items from there, exchanged them for money, and then imported a lot of goods from there.

In just yesterday and today, she earned nearly a thousand yuan!

This is so much better than working in a factory!