My Happy Daily Life After Being Reborn-Chapter 55 - 34 Inevitably Yours

55: Chapter 34 Inevitably Yours

55 -34 Inevitably Yours

“Becoming a teacher requires studying in a teacher-training program.”

Lin Xiaoguai thought to himself that being a teacher was actually quite easy at that time.

It wasn’t difficult for even a junior high school student to become a teacher, let alone a high school student.

However, later on, for private teachers to obtain official status, they needed to have a non-agricultural hukou, and the cost of changing an agricultural hukou to a non-agricultural one was no small sum.

It might be better to just study in a teacher-training program properly and move to the Capital, which could save quite a bit of trouble.

Moreover, Jiang Xiaomei wasn’t a smooth operator, and with no strong educational background, she feared being sidelined by her colleagues.

“By the way, Xiaomei, have Uncle and Auntie stopped doing work for work points?” Lin Xiaoguai asked.

“Actually, they have hardly gone in the past two years.

They only help out when the production team has a bountiful harvest.

Usually, they just buy the work points with money.”

Lin Xiaoguai remembered that at that time work points could be directly exchanged for food, whereas food had to be bought with food tickets and money.

Many people, unable to earn work points in the production team for personal reasons, were willing to buy them with money.

She was about to speak when she heard Jiang Xiaomei say, “Dad told me that his former boss came to him, wanting to reopen the restaurant and hire him back as the head chef.

But because of the troubles caused by Aidang at home, he wasn’t in the mood to consider it.

These days, he’s thinking about going back.”

When it came to Luo Aidang, Mr.

and Mrs.

Jiang had done all they could.

Though they had schemed to expose Luo Aidang’s affair with a girl named Zhu Lingling from a neighboring village, they had not cut off all ties, telling the onlooking villagers that although they were heartbroken by Luo Aidang’s actions, they still covered the expenses of their wedding and gave them the family’s old house as their new home.

— And when they said ‘old house,’ the Jiang family’s house was better than half the homes in the village.

Everyone within ten miles praised Mr.

Jiang for his generosity.

Luo Aidang and Zhu Lingling, with all their schemes, ended up with nothing.

Mr.

Jiang was also shrewd, saying sadly to Luo Aidang just before leaving, “Uncle knows you want to go out and do business, but I really can’t come up with two thousand yuan.

I have to think about Xiaomei after all.”

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The villagers weren’t fools.

They might not have understood Luo Aidang’s scheming at the time, but after discussing it amongst themselves at home, they got it.

Luo Aidang’s reputation was destroyed.

If Lin Xiaoguai’s thinking was right, Mr.

Jiang’s “leniency” towards Luo Aidang was partly because he still had some affection for him and partly because he was worried that if he acted too harshly, Xiaomei might soften towards him.

Hearing Jiang Xiaomei’s words, Lin Xiaoguai frowned slightly, “Being a head chef isn’t easy, especially with Uncle’s health…”

Mr.

Jiang had been diagnosed with severe hypertension.

“But the salary the boss offered is very high, more than eighty yuan a month.” During a time when a regular worker’s monthly salary was just over twenty yuan, eighty-plus yuan was indeed a significant amount.

“Eighty-plus yuan isn’t much, considering Uncle’s cooking skills.

If he went out to do some small business, he could earn more than that in one day,” Lin Xiaoguai disagreed.

“You must be joking, Xiao Guai,” Jiang Xiaomei said hesitantly.

“I remember Uncle was particularly good at making flour-based dishes, wasn’t he?” Lin Xiaoguai recalled that Mr.

Jiang, when he was young, worked as an apprentice in a northern restaurant under a head chef, and he was particularly good at making noodles.

She had eaten his hand-pulled noodles as a child, which were exceptionally authentic.

Jiang Xiaomei nodded.

She had inherited her skillful hands from her father who used to make steamed buns shaped like various small animals to cajole her when she was sick.

Lin Xiaoguai continued, “Now people in the city are starting to have spare money in their pockets, but there’s nowhere to spend it.

A food stall that pops up does not do poorly.

Setting up a stall with youtiao, pancakes, noodles, buns, steamed buns, sesame balls, fried dumplings, and pancake rolls – which one can’t Uncle make?”

“A bowl of noodles costs three cents to make, and it could be sold for five cents.

Just by selling a hundred bowls, you could earn two yuan, and that’s a conservative estimate.

There’s a youtiao seller here who from six in the morning to nine o’clock is so busy together with his wife, they can barely keep up.

Wouldn’t that be more than a hundred people?”

Jiang Xiaomei listened, perplexed.

Lin Xiaoguai sighed, “Go back and tell Uncle, I’m sure he can figure out the calculation.”

“Also, if Uncle is worried about being criticized, tell him, tell him I said, there’s news from Shen Chi’s side.

The country is supporting the economy; the past situations will absolutely not happen again.”

Mr.

Jiang was indeed a decisive man.

The next day, Jiang Xiaomei came with her task at hand.