flstandardbreds Chapter 201: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 9
Chapter 201: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 9
The problem is, she can neither cook nor do handicrafts. When did those time-traveling girls who know everything learn it? They didn’t even notify her when they were so stupid!
The few broken cards in the system panel are of no use at all in this age where we need to make money.
By the way, she remembered that there were several brick factories in Songjia Village, but because there were not many people building houses before the reform, many of them went bankrupt, and now only one is left.
According to the original story, the brick factory in Songjia Village was about to have its first opportunity to make a fortune. The city began large-scale construction and needed a lot of red bricks. However, due to insufficient supply, the owner of the brick factory did not receive this opportunity and later closed down.
If she could set up a brick factory now, she could make some ready money.
But she has no start-up capital, what can she do...
"Song Yuanzhou! Didn't he make a small fortune? I am such a genius!"
Now that she had a way to make money, she couldn't wait a moment, but when she thought that he might not be in a good mood today, and that she had just harassed him in the morning, it would be a bit annoying to go again.
Forget it, let’s talk about it tomorrow.
The next day, Meng Jiaojiao got up early again, and as usual, she went to the village to buy some vegetables and brought them to Song Yuanzhou's house.
As soon as Song Yuanzhou saw her, he was about to close the door, but fortunately she was quick and slipped in quickly.
"Didn't I tell you not to come?"
Meng Jiaojiao curled her lips and ignored him. She put the things in the kitchen as if she was at home, and then went in to see Aunt Chen.
Aunt Chen is much better today, but she seems to be in a bad mood. It must be because of what she said to Song Yuanzhou yesterday.
But she was still an outsider and didn't say much.
When he came out of the house, Song Yuanzhou was kneeling on the ground repairing a bicycle. Because he was afraid of the heat, he took off his coat and only wore a vest, working seriously with his head down.
His skin is not white but bronze, and the muscles in his arms are very obvious when he exerts a little strength.
Who are you seducing? That's a lack of manly ethics.
Hearing her footsteps coming out, Song Yuanzhou raised his eyes slightly, took out ten yuan from his pocket and threw it to her.
"Here's the money for groceries. Don't come tomorrow."
Meng Jiaojiao pursed her lips and walked towards him with her arms folded.
"I'm not running errands for your family."
Song Yuanzhou retracted his gaze and continued to do the work at hand: "I didn't ask you to run errands."
After staring at him for a while, she squatted down beside him again, looking serious.
"You really hate me?"
He didn't even turn his head. "Isn't it obvious enough?"
Meng Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows, looking listless: "Yeah, I've already drugged you, what's there to like about that?"
Song Yuanzhou paused and glanced sideways: "What do you want to do now?"
She blinked and smiled brightly: "Lend me five hundred yuan, and I won't bother you tomorrow."
It’s all about money after all.
"Tsk," he sneered, put down the wrench in his hand, propped up his legs and looked at her: "Why?"
Meng Jiaojiao smacked her lips twice and said seriously, "I'm borrowing money to do something serious. How about I write you an IOU and pay you the interest?"
Paying interest, it's so funny. In her previous life, she took the money and went to the city to buy all kinds of luxury things, squandering it like a rich wife, and then came to him for money again after squandering it.
Now he even said something like "paying interest" just to get the money.
Song Yuanzhou looked at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, since you said you'll pay the interest, I'll do it in a businesslike manner."
Meng Jiaojiao obviously missed the point.
"You've thought about doing private things with me?" She raised her eyebrows slightly and winked at him gently: "Tsk, men really say one thing and do another."
Song Yuanzhou blushed and glared at her again: "Meng Jiaojiao, can you please have some shame?"
Meng Jiaojiao bumped his arm and smiled frivolously: "If you lend me money, I want face. If you don't lend me money, I don't want it."
Unable to defeat her with his sweet talk, Song Yuanzhou had to give up and got up and went back into the house to get the money.
Meng Jiaojiao had nothing to do, so she followed his lead and fiddled with the bicycle chain. As a result, she was scratched by the thin wire, and her fingertips immediately turned red.
Just as she was about to wipe it on her clothes, Song Yuanzhou came out of the house with money. She looked away, raised her hand and frowned.
"Oops, I'm hurt."
Song Yuanzhou glanced at her finger and saw only a small red dot of blood, his face expressionless.
After holding it up for a long time without any response, she didn't feel embarrassed, she just curled her lips and complained, "Tsk, you have no sense at all."
As soon as she finished speaking, she blinked and poked her fingertips directly into his mouth.
Song Yuanzhou's eyes trembled and widened, as if he didn't want to believe that she could be so shameless.
Seeing him standing there like a log, Meng Jiaojiao chuckled, withdrew her hand, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Nice saliva, thanks."
Song Yuanzhou was stunned for a long time, and his fists were hardened before he could utter a word: "Meng Jiaojiao, do you want to..."
She replied impatiently: "Yes, yes, yes, who said no? If you were shameless, I would have slept with you eight hundred years ago."
"You really are..." He closed his mouth as soon as he opened it, obviously knowing that no matter what he said he would be retorted, so he simply gave up.
"This is five hundred dollars."
Meng Jiaojiao took the money and took out the IOU she had written long ago from her bosom, on which she had carefully written her ID number and the village chief's seal.
As she put the money into her pocket, she said, "I'll pay you back within two months, and the interest will be 1%. If it's more, I'm afraid I can't pay it back."
She is quite self-aware. He wants to see what she can use to pay him back. If she can't, he can use this as an excuse to make her stay away from him, preferably never appear in front of him again.
"If you can't afford it, you should not have the face to appear in front of me."
He glanced at her, his tone mocking.
I guessed that he would do this. After all, Meng Jiaojiao in the original story also came to him on the pretext of borrowing money, but not only did she not pay it back, she also treated him as an ATM.
Let you misunderstand me for now, wait for me to become rich!
After getting the money, Meng Jiaojiao went straight to the brick kiln factory.
The director of the brick kiln factory was a middle-aged man in his fifties. There were only three or five workers working in the factory, and it really looked like the factory was about to collapse.
Seeing her come in, the factory manager just glanced at her calmly and said, "Kid, go out and play. It's dangerous here."
Meng Jiaojiao took a quick look around and found that the factory indeed did not have much stock. What they were making now were probably bricks for the villagers to make private houses.
She smiled and walked over: "I want to talk to you about cooperation."
The factory manager patted the shoulder of the worker next to him as if he was watching a joke, and walked towards her slowly.
"What cooperation can you have with me, little girl?"
Meng Jiaojiao curled her lips and took out a contract from her arms.
Probably because he didn't expect that she was really prepared, the factory manager was surprised. He took the contract and took a look at it, then he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"You want to rent my factory to make bricks?"