"I want a sweater like hers, and I heard from Zhang Nian that your sweaters are also very nice?"
Lin Wan nodded and said to them, "Co inside with ."
Once inside, she took out a red sweater that hadn’t been worn yet and let Wang Qian take a look.
"Are you satisfied with it? I can make other designs too. Do you want the sa as Zhang Nian’s, or should I knit a different pattern for you?"
Wang Qian glanced at her sweater and smiled, "I don’t really know all the patterns, as long as it looks good, it’s fine. Make it the sa as yours."
"Alright, if you trust with the cardigan, I can knit a different pattern for you; it’ll look good too." Lin Wan knew that people disliked wearing the sa clothes as others, especially these teenagers who were chasing individuality.
"Sure, Sister Lin, you decide the design for . When can I co to pick it up? In four days, you can get one."
After Lin Wan finished speaking, she took Wang Qian’s asurents. Wang Qian took out ten yuan from her pocket as a deposit, and Lin Wan skillfully wrote her a receipt.
The receipt was simply her na written with a pen, not even a fingerprint.
Writing a receipt was just for peace of mind.
A month passed, and Lin Wan earned forty yuan from knitting sweaters.
The weather here wasn’t too cold even in winter, so a thick sweater and a thin coat would suffice.
Her sweater knitting skills spread by word of mouth, and those nearby with the ans asked Lin Wan to knit them sothing to wear.
Of course, there were also those who wanted to learn, but so far, knitting sweaters brought her high profits, and she didn’t have any intention to teach others.
Actually, she most wanted to knit a sweater for Han Yi, but they didn’t know each other yet, and gifting him clothes out of the blue would make him think she’s crazy.
After a few days of struggle, she resisted the urge.
That evening around seven or eight o’clock, most in the countryside were already in bed at this hour, and the shop’s ingredients had been sold out. After noon, Mom took a carriage to their village and returned ho. It was the season for harvesting the rice at ho. They had three acres and three parts of land, and Mom went back to ask Uncle to help with the harvesting.
She had been here for nearly two months, and with the weather getting colder, it was ti to pack up so clothes and quilts.
Taking advantage of this ti, Lin Wan cleaned the storefront and was about to close up.
She ran into Captain Zhang again, with Han Yi following behind.
"Are you closing up?" Captain Zhang asked.
"Ah... oh, there’s nothing to eat in the shop, I’m just about to close." Lin Wan quickly looked away from Han Yi.
Director Zhang glanced at Han Yi behind him and said, "There’s nothing to eat if you go back at this hour."
"You can survive a night of hunger," Han Yi smiled slightly at Director Zhang.
"Alright, let’s leave then." Director Zhang said, preparing to leave with Han Yi.
Lin Wan wasn’t willing for Han Yi to leave just like that after finally seeing him, so she hurriedly called them, "If you don’t mind, I can make you so ho-cooked als. Most restaurants on the street are closed by now."
"We aren’t picky eaters, as long as we can fill our stomachs," Director Zhang suddenly smiled and said to Lin Wan.
"Co in," Lin Wan promptly opened the door, letting them inside, guiding them to sit down, and asked, "Would noodles in soup be alright?"
"That’s fine."
Lin Wan smiled at them, placed a kettle of water on their table, and said, "Please wait a mont, it’ll be ready soon."
Indeed, nothing was left in the kitchen; noodles had run out, and there were no dumplings either.
Lin Wan simply made them two large bowls of flour dumpling soup and sliced the remaining two stead buns at ho.
She fried a few eggs, spread so bean paste on the bun slices, added a fried egg and greens, creating a simple homade sandwich.
"Don’t be so stubborn, your family has everything arranged for you already. Given such good conditions, why stay in this shabby place? Leaving aside the harsh conditions, it’s hard to advance here. They handed this ss to , and I couldn’t walk away."
"I don’t want to be involved with them."
"You’ve been tied to them since the mont you were born. Listen to an old brother’s advice: give in a little, and your future will be bright."
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