Mrs. Fu found Jiang Xin displeasing to the eye, and Jiang Xin was well aware of it. However, Mrs. Fu picked fights with her every other day, which Jiang Xin truly couldn’t endure. Such a farce like today, just thinking about it left Jiang Xin exhausted. She felt both mentally and physically drained, and not long ago, almost half the villagers had come to watch the commotion. Jiang Xin didn’t even know what to say! Mrs. Fu must have had water in her brain because any normal person would know not to air their dirty laundry in public. But she seemed so afraid others wouldn’t know, shouting loudly to draw the villagers over, and only felt content after causing a scene. During Mrs. Fu’s wailing, Jiang Xin noticed Mr. Fu’s shocked and troubled expression, terrified his wife might accidentally rally the entire village. But in the end, Mr. Fu was too naïve. Mr. Fu initially thought that Mrs. Fu lost an argument with Jiang Xin and thus lost control of her emotions, leading to her loud crying. In fact, Mrs. Fu was not foolish at all; she did it to attract the villagers, intending to use their mouths to criticize Jiang Xin, forcing her to admit fault to Mrs. Fu. Mrs. Fu thought if Jiang Xin didn’t heed her authority, perhaps someone else could make her submit. With the villagers in numbers, even if Jiang Xin was dissatisfied, she would have to relent under the village’s pressure. Mrs. Fu’s calculations were very shrewd. Unfortunately, no matter how much she calculated, Mrs. Fu neglected one thing: Jiang Xin was never someone who was easy to manipulate. Mrs. Fu expecting Jiang Xin to apologize because of the villagers was absolutely impossible. So earlier, Mrs. Fu didn’t gain any advantage, but instead lost face in front of the villagers. But no one else was to blame; it was all Mrs. Fu’s own doing. At that time, if Mrs. Fu hadn’t tried to scare Jiang Xin. Yelling at the top of her lungs, or had she listened to Mr. Fu and kept quiet instead of bringing the neighbors over. Mrs. Fu wouldn’t be as embarrassed as she was now, not even wanting to leave the house. All the face earned over decades in the village had been lost in an instant. In the future, when Mrs. Fu goes out, who knows how the neighbors will laugh at her. All of this, Jiang Xin was not particularly concerned about; she just wanted to focus on running her business well and increase her earnings. In this way, she could have more of a sense of security. Moreover, in this unfamiliar era, Jiang Xin was new here, and she wasn’t familiar with her surroundings. The original owner’s parents were far away in another province, and distant water doesn’t quench present thirst. If she encountered real difficulties and didn’t have savings, it would indeed be troublesome. Therefore, Jiang Xin needed to seize the days to make money, and once Fu Yu returned, she would immediately divorce him to keep away from that worrisome family. By then, she would live as freely as she liked, without needing to heed Mrs. Fu’s moods. Just thinking about it seemed wonderful, except there was still a month before the tenant could move out. She would have to endure a few more days, but by then, Fu Yu would also be back from his sea trip, so there was still time. Early the next morning, at the scheduled time with Lin Ye, it was the same as before: nine o’clock at the vegetable market entrance. Jiang Xin first washed up in her space, made breakfast, filled her stomach, and then went to the vegetable market early. Her plans for today were full. Jiang Xin intended to use the time before meeting Lin Ye to find the breakfast stall lady and ask if she had any suitable warehouses for rent. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 Jiang Xin originally planned to use the spare rooms in her rented house as a warehouse her if she moved in. The plan was originally quite good, but last night Jiang Xin reconsidered and thought it wasn’t particularly wise. First, the goods had a certain weight, and they needed a lot of them for their stall. Besides the variety, they didn’t have transport tools and could only carry sacks by hand to move the goods to the market. The house she rented was rather far from the vegetable market. Moving goods back and forth would inevitably cause collisions and losses. The losses were of little concern to her. But Lin Ye might not feel so well about it. The round trip would waste time, making it not very cost-effective. So Jiang Xin thought it’d be better to rent a warehouse near the vegetable market, taking only three or four minutes to transport goods to the stall, achieving both goals. Last night before going to bed, Jiang Xin calculated her savings again. Although there wasn’t much left, just a few dozen, it was enough to rent a warehouse. At worst, she would pay monthly. Paying monthly, signing a contract for one or two months at first, then gradually renewing. Moreover, warehouses near the vegetable market were probably easy to find. Because the vendors at this market usually had homes in this town. To save costs, since they were small trades. Few would invest in renting a warehouse near the market to stock goods. Moreover, the market mainly sold vegetables, mostly fresh leaves. Generally, vegetables are valued for freshness. So many market vendors picked and sold them the same day, ensuring freshness without affecting quality, achieving both ends. They didn’t sell overnight vegetables, usually opting to sell them cheaply in the evening to go home early. This explains why things are cheaper towards the market close. Considering these factors, most warehouses near the market were idle, eight out of ten. Yesterday she chatted about this with the breakfast stall lady. After hearing the breakfast stall lady say her maternal uncle had a house for rent, she went to see it. So she put off renting a warehouse. Also, she considered potential budget overruns at that time.