This term is quite novel! Mrs. Lin and Lin Yun had no idea what medicine Lin Xiang was selling, but they each found a stool and sat down. Lin Xiang smiled, "Mom, how do you think the spicy sweet potato noodles I made last time tasted?" Mrs. Lin thought back carefully and couldn’t help but smack her lips, "Not bad, I guess, it wasn’t unpalatable." Not unpalatable? It could only be described as delicious; she had two big bowls that day! Yu Fang was tempted just by the smell alone, so you can imagine the allure of a bowl of spicy noodles. After all, people of this era lacked oil and water in their stomachs. Lin Xiang’s spicy noodles were heavy on oil and spice, and combined with her secret recipe, those who tasted it all praised it. "Mom, bro, I’m planning to start setting up a stall to sell sweet potato noodles from tomorrow." As soon as Lin Xiang finished speaking, Mrs. Lin stood up angrily and shouted, fearing that her loud voice might attract the neighbors’ attention. She lowered her voice and asked Lin Xiang, "Do you know what the situation is nowadays? Lin Xiang casually peeled a White Rabbit milk candy and stuffed it into her mother’s mouth, "Mom, since I’m saying this, I’ve obviously given it serious thought. I’ve asked Chef Shen, and although it’s not completely open now, the atmosphere has loosened a bit. On the day of the big market each month, it’s allowed to set up a stall and do some small business." This, Mrs. Lin had heard about; she once joined the hustle and bustle at the big market, where everything was sold, but since she didn’t have much money, she didn’t dare buy anything. "The big market only happens once a month, how much money can you earn in one day?" Mrs. Lin muttered. However, there was a noticeable softening in her words. No matter how much is earned in a day, at least there’s some income! Lin Xiang waggled her right index finger in front of her eyes, "Mom, that’s narrow-minded, isn’t it?" "The once-a-month big market is for our Li Hua Team. I went to the notice board at the town government, and there’s basically a big market every day for different teams. As long as we’re willing to work hard and aren’t afraid of the hassle, we can do business every day!" "Our Li Hua Team is rich in sweet potatoes, and we still have over a thousand pounds of sweet potatoes in our cellar. Making sweet potato noodles doesn’t cost much, at most just some labor. Today when Teacher Yu came, he gave quite a few tickets, enough to buy all the materials I need. It costs less than two dollars in total but can last us for a good while." "Rounded off, we almost have no costs. Whatever we sell is all profit!" In the seventies, labor was extremely cheap, so time and labor costs could be ignored. After Lin Xiang babbled for a while, Mrs. Lin was indeed tempted. "Sell!" She slapped the table, "We’ll start selling tomorrow! Lin Yun, don’t sleep tonight, make more sweet potato noodles!" "No need, Mom. My brother and I have already made dozens of pounds of sweet potato noodles these past few days; it’s enough. But, bro, I need to trouble you with something." "Help me make two wooden buckets; I need them." "Alright. There’s some usable wood in the yard. How big do you need the buckets?" Lin Xiang gestured, "I’m not in a hurry; you can take your time, but make sure the buckets are tightly sealed so they don’t leak any liquid." Lin Yun nodded and went to the yard to look for wood. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 Lin Xiang looked at the sky; after spending most of the day, it was just the afternoon. She promptly took her money and tickets, went to the team office to rent a bicycle, and went to buy seasonings. Before leaving, she asked Mrs. Lin for two dollars. She actually had eight hundred yuan in savings from her work with the Niu Family, but it wasn’t convenient to bring it out since it wasn’t all accounted for yet. Yu Xiumei’s money and tickets were even more comprehensive than the Niu Family’s, except for industrial tickets, she basically had everything else. Lin Xiang didn’t hold back and exchanged it all for items: toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, water jugs... After buying everything, she also went to the grain and oil store. Using the only meat tickets she had, she bought pork with some fat, spicy oil, vinegar, salt, sugar—anything that she could buy with tickets or without—she bought one of each, spending over three dollars, nearly filling two net bags. Fortunately, she carried a basket when she went out. She put the pork, sugar, and some valuable items in it, covered it with cloth, and nothing was visible from the outside. After buying everything, Lin Xiang didn’t linger and rode her bicycle home. On the not-so-wide street, Lin Xiang followed traffic rules, riding her bicycle on the right side near the edge. Suddenly, an old man with shaky steps emerged from a small alley. Lin Xiang hurriedly squeezed the brake with her hand and pressed her foot to the ground. Just as the bicycle wheel was about to hit the man, she narrowly stopped. She clutched her chest in shock, "Sir, you need to pay attention when walking. If I hadn’t reacted quickly, I would have hit you." The old man glanced at Lin Xiang and then slowly lay down on the ground, peacefully closing his eyes. "Really now, how can you just lie down anywhere you like?" The old man’s eyelashes trembled, almost unable to hold back from opening his eyes and cursing Lin Xiang. This tiny action didn’t escape Lin Xiang’s sharp eyes. "Oh, so you’re trying to pull a scam on me?" Lin Xiang parked the bicycle aside, rolled up her sleeves, and just when the old man thought she was going to hit him, she squatted down. "Sir, these Liberation shoes on your feet are not bad; they look quite new. Just bought them, right?" "Since you’re already passed out and can’t walk, wearing shoes won’t help you. How about this, lend them to me for a while." While she was talking, Lin Xiang had already taken off the Liberation shoes. The old man suddenly felt a chill on the soles of his feet and sprang up, pointing at Lin Xiang’s nose and cursing, "You young lady look kind, but you’re doing such disreputable things! Not only did you run me over, but you’re taking my shoes. Tell me..." "You don’t seem hurt. You have plenty of energy to curse, and you don’t look injured at all. Besides, my bicycle didn’t even touch you..." "Who says it didn’t touch me? It did! Are you trying to deny it?" Lin Xiang squinted, not in a hurry to refute, and asked back, "Are you sure you hit the bicycle just now, right?" The old man didn’t catch the trap in her question, snorting, "Of course! If I didn’t hit the bicycle, I wouldn’t be lying on the ground in this cold weather!" He had given so much, who would have thought this little girl would be ruthless enough to take his shoes? What kind of decent family girl would so easily take someone’s shoes off? And not mind the smell!