"What money? I promised to treat you." Liu Pei wasn’t a stingy person. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have repeatedly given things to the Lin Family. Even though it was because of Lin Yun that she was so generous to the Lin Family. "Comrade Lin Xiang, can I ask you a question?" Liu Pei glanced cautiously at Lin Yun and, seeing he was still far away, asked Lin Xiang quietly, "Does your brother have a problem with me? I feel like he doesn’t seem to like me very much." Because she liked Lin Yun so much, she noticed all his little changes. She could naturally sense that Lin Yun’s attitude towards her had changed from before. Lin Xiang secretly sighed. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✦𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✦𝓷𝓮𝓽 Lin Yun certainly had no problem with Liu Pei. But Lin Yun had proper values, being sincere and single-minded in his relationships, unlike Wen Siyuan, who was a complete jerk, wishing he could raise a couple more fishes in his own fish soup to fully realize his dream of living off women. Lin Yun knew Liu Pei had feelings for him, but since he didn’t like her, he didn’t want a good girl to waste her years on him, hence he deliberately avoided Liu Pei. From Lin Xiang’s point of view, Lin Yun wasn’t wrong, and neither was Liu Pei. It’s just a pity, such a good girl is destined to stumble in love. But she couldn’t help Liu Pei. Because she knew that the male lead’s true match was the female lead, and only when the male and female leads found their way back to each other could she return to her own world. "Really? I don’t think so. Isn’t my brother like that with everyone? Have you seen him getting close to any female comrade in the village? No! My brother said he’s only passionate towards the one he truly likes, that’s being responsible with feelings." Liu Pei quickly picked up the key point in Lin Xiang’s words. "Are you saying Lin Yun has someone he likes?" Lin Xiang’s eyes flickered, "No, that’s not true. I just gave an example, Smartie Liu, don’t misunderstand." Liu Pei took a deep breath, "Who is she?" Lin Xiang spread her hands, "There’s really nothing to it, Smartie Liu, don’t overthink it." In Liu Pei’s eyes, the more Lin Xiang explained, the more guilty she seemed. At this moment, she just felt like all her deep feelings were wasted, with a raging fire burning inside her. She angrily stood up, and when she passed by Lin Yun who was returning with a bowl, she gave him a fierce glare, snorted coldly, and walked away. Lin Yun was baffled by her glare. "What’s wrong with Smartie Liu?" Lin Xiang shook her head, "Don’t try to guess a girl’s thoughts." She frantically apologized to Liu Pei in her mind. If she could, she wouldn’t want to be the evil villain! But letting Liu Pei move on from this hopeless and futureless relationship sooner rather than later isn’t necessarily a bad thing. "Brother, let’s get ready, it’s almost mealtime and we need to invite some people over to eat the spicy noodles." Lin Xiang was calculating in her heart. In the morning, so many people spent money on spicy noodles, so there should be more people at mealtime. However, reality hit her hard. Because the business at mealtime was even worse than in the morning! "At least thirty bowls were sold in the morning, but by noon, we didn’t even sell twenty." Lin Yun saw Lin Xiang’s dejected look and comforted her, "It’s normal. Those who came in the morning mostly came to the market to buy things and enjoy the hustle and bustle, so they were willing to spend a little money to fill their stomachs. But at mealtime, the ones left are mostly vendors who bring their own food." Lin Xiang wasn’t discouraged, she just lamented that she had imagined the 1970s environment too positively. Previously, from reading period novels, the main characters traveling back to the seventies and eighties could easily make big money, but reality is not that easy! Although the novels say, at this point in time, as long as you have a keen heart and eyes good at spotting moneymaking opportunities, you should be able to make money somehow. But considering the country’s conditions in the 1970s and the per capita income of the people, selling over fifty bowls of sweet potato noodles today was already challenging. If it was in the city, the consumers with jobs, and stable wages might have been better, but the market targets members of various communes where spending money is a struggle for most. "Brother, let’s keep watch a little longer, then pack up at four o’clock." Lin Yun naturally had no objections. In the afternoon, they sold a few more bowls of noodles, and when four o’clock arrived, Lin Xiang decisively closed up the stall. On the way home, since the barrel for the porridge was more than halfway empty, it was much lighter. Lin Yun insisted that Lin Xiang sit on the cart. When the siblings arrived home, Mrs. Lin was nowhere to be seen, and the courtyard gate was locked. Lin Xiang used the key to open the door, not bothering to tidy up, and sat directly at the table to start counting money. "Today, we sold a total of fifty-eight bowls of spicy noodles, earning a total of five yuan and eight dimes. Buying a pack of Red Double Happiness cost six dimes, and paying the protection fee cost one yuan. Adding in various expenses, today’s net profit is one yuan and seven dimes." This one yuan and seven dimes didn’t include the two yuan spent getting Mr. Niu to make the aluminum barrel or the fifty cents for making the skimmer. If you count those, the profit would be negative. However, these two items can be used for a long time, lengthening the timeline and neglecting the cost. Moreover, now that it’s daylight, the spicy noodles’ broth can last at least five days, meaning that the cost for this can be disregarded for the next four days, increasing the net profit a little more. Though, there would likely still be a fixed daily expenditure of one yuan and six dimes. "Brother, this is for you." Lin Xiang split the one yuan and seven dimes into three portions, keeping eight dimes for herself, giving Lin Yun six dimes, and planning to give Mrs. Lin three dimes. Even though Mrs. Lin hadn’t contributed much to selling the spicy noodles, just for giving birth and raising the original owner, Lin Xiang couldn’t ignore her. But no more than three dimes, that’s the limit. "Girl, why are you giving me money?" "Of course, it’s your share of the profits. Brother, don’t say you don’t want money. Without your help dragging the cart to the market, or helping me set up, I couldn’t manage it on my own." "But since I made the broth, I get a bit more, right?" Never mind that she was only taking two dimes more; even if she took it all, Lin Yun wouldn’t complain at all. For the past twenty years, he had been used to giving without expecting anything in return for the Lin Family’s mother and daughter. The fact that Lin Xiang wasn’t causing trouble anymore was a huge relief for him. Fortunately, Lin Xiang didn’t know about Lin Yun’s thoughts, otherwise, she would have had to say, this kid had been too terribly manipulated psychologically. "I don’t need that much, just give me three dimes. You take another two dimes from this six, and give mom one dime." If he didn’t need money, he wouldn’t have asked for the three dimes either. "No way, I said it’s for you, just take it." Mrs. Lin’s voice rang from the door, and Lin Xiang shoved the money into Lin Yun’s hand without giving him a chance to refuse.