Chapter 100: The Yun Family is Trustworthy

Furthermore, she had no channels of her own to purchase Chinese medicinal herbs, so how could she blame others for using their own channels?

"Why is Uncle Chen looking at me like that?" An Yinan found it somewhat amusing; a man of such an age looking at her so cautiously, as if she were some kind of terrifying monster.

"This matter is my fault. It was I who reported your saving of Yun Dan to the Yun Family. The city could not possibly have had such a large stock of the medicinal herbs you required, so I used the Yun Family's channels, but I did not foresee the subsequent events." Chen Shao was indeed feeling somewhat self-reproachful and guilty.

An Yinan shook her head. "I don't blame you. In this life, there are many things that are unavoidable; it is a matter of timing, luck, and fate."

"Are you truly a child of the Yun Family?" Chen Shao held back for a moment, but could not resist asking.

An Yinan let out a soft laugh. "Is that important?"

At this, Chen Shao pushed up his glasses. "It is not important. Regardless of whether you are a child of the Yun Family, you are the savior of Yun Dan and me, and you are also a child of our family."

"Nan Nan, I don't know what you are thinking regarding the specific details, but I can only tell you that the Yun Family is trustworthy."

"As for other matters, I will not interfere, I will not speak, and I will leave it to your own choice."

An Yinan listened quietly, but her mind was not pondering; let many things just take their natural course.

"Uncle Chen, I understand." These few words signified the end of this topic.

"Right, look at my memory. Here is the key to the Xiao Yuan. Go take a look at those bottles later; I don't know if they meet your requirements." Chen Shao patted his own forehead.

An Yinan took the key and handed the money for the bottles to Chen Shao; Chen Shao thought about it and did not refuse.

Only then did she push her bicycle and head slowly toward the Xiao Yuan.

Opening the courtyard gate, the weeds in the courtyard had already been cleared, and the dilapidated doors and windows had been repaired. Pushing open the room door, the interior was very clean, without a trace of dust, and a brand-new straw mat had already been spread on the kang, with a kang quilt laid on top of the mat.

It was vastly different from when she first came, and An Yinan curled her lips into a smile unconsciously.

The people of this era were no longer so two-dimensional; they were filled with flesh and blood, with emotions, and with human warmth.

She gradually merged with this era; she was An Yinan, the An Yinan of the seventies.

This Xiao Yuan had three rooms. In the middle, upon entering, was the kitchen; one side was a tidied-up bedroom, while the other room was more like a storage room. Inside were two small vats containing rice and flour, and those piles of bottles were all stacked in this room, already occupying more than half of the space.

An Yinan first checked the small bottles containing the Hemostatic Pill, felt that the sealing was good, and only then did she collect all the bottles into her space.

The canning jars and the bottles for the Anti-freeze and Anti-crack Cream did not matter much, as they would be used up quickly even if the seal was not good; only the bottles for the Hemostatic Pill had to be sealed well. No one knew when they might be needed, and An Yinan even hoped they would never have to use them in their entire lives.

An Yinan thought for a moment, then took out some food from her space, including ten jin of white flour and twenty jin of coarse grains, and strolled slowly to the landlord's small courtyard.

"Clang, clang, clang," the sound of knocking on the door rang out.

"Why are you back so early today?" Before the person arrived, the voice had already come; it was the landlady.

"Oh my, I thought it was my old man who had returned; it turns out it's you. Come into the courtyard quickly." The old lady smiled happily, pulled open the door, and let An Yinan in.

After An Yinan entered the courtyard, she handed over the two bags of grain. "Grandma, please keep this grain; consider it my rent for the next half year. I might not be here often and am afraid I'll forget."

The old lady opened them to check the quality and was extremely satisfied. The grain from last time was very clean, much cleaner than what was bought at the Black Market, which showed that the girl was an honest child.

"Alright, don't you worry." The old lady did not refuse, nor did she put it on a scale, so naturally, she did not know that this grain exceeded the amount by quite a bit.

Half an hour after An Yinan left, the old grandfather returned carrying a broom. Only then did he see the grain by the wall in the room and realize that An Yinan had brought it over.

The old couple took out a scale to weigh it and remained silent for a long while.

In the past, everyone had tried to cheat them; even when they went to the Black Market to buy grain, the grain was full of sand. This was the first time someone had given them extra grain.

"There was also the kimchi from last time, which the little girl sent over too," the old lady added.

The old man sighed. "Look at the little girl's character. Later, let's use those things to trade for some grain."

This time the old lady did not speak, but her expression was somewhat inscrutable. They had no children, and those things were dead objects if kept; they didn't know who would benefit from them in the future, so it was better to choose to give them to someone else while they were still clear-headed.

An Yinan did not know what she would harvest in the future because she had given extra grain, but she did not pay much attention to it either.

There were quite a few Small Yellow Croakers and Big Yellow Croakers in her space, as well as so many antiques, not to mention those stamps; these all had value.

But she preferred to earn every single banknote through her own abilities.

"Liu Meijie." An Yinan entered the State-run Restaurant.

As soon as Liu Mei saw An Yinan, her eyes lit up, brighter than when she saw her own husband.

"Little sister, you finally came. Let me tell you, because of this special pattern, the Textile Factory has directly negotiated with three garment factories, and everything the factory made with the new fabric has sold out. Now Feng Shu is almost driven crazy with work, and my mother-in-law has also been staying at the factory for several days." Liu Mei's tone was filled with admiration; her little sister seemed to know everything.

An Yinan was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected the pattern to sell so well. Right, it seemed she hadn't mentioned the job matter yet...

She had been too busy lately, translating for three days and three nights, so her brain was a bit rusty and hadn't recovered its usual agility.

"My mother-in-law asked me to ask you, when will those two job positions be filled? The factory director is nagging about you in the office all day long. Didn't you say you'd be on the job in three days? How long has it been?" Liu Mei also found it somewhat amusing; seeing An Yinan's bewildered expression was still quite a novelty.

"I've been too busy lately and forgot. I'll try my best to have the workshop position filled by tomorrow or the day after, but I really don't know when the Office Clerk position will be filled." An Yinan was also helpless.

"Uncle He said that if no one fills the position, you'll have to go to work yourself," Liu Mei said with a giggle.

An Yinan hurriedly shook her head. "That won't do."

She earned so much more in the village; she tried her best to earn Work Points when working in the fields, and she could lie flat at will during her spare time. Selling two pieces of clothing and translating two books—didn't that earn more than sitting in an office every day?

"As long as you have a plan in your heart, that's fine," Liu Mei said.

An Yinan handed three sets of cotton-padded jackets to Liu Mei. "This is all there is this time; clothes are hard to buy now."

It was mainly because she was too busy; where would she find the time to make clothes? These few pieces were made by squeezing out time a few days ago; otherwise, there wouldn't even be one.