Chapter 40: Making the First Fortune in the 1970s

When my grandfather was alive, he once met a fortune teller with a white beard.

He said that this child had extraordinary bones and extraordinary talent, and would surely become a great general.

But after adulthood, his peach blossom luck would be strong, and if there were no environmental constraints, he would easily be entangled in love.

Nan Fangjue didn’t take it seriously, because he was only five years old at that time, and he didn’t know what a peach blossom was.

Later, he understood that it meant many women liked him.

And it was indeed as the fortune teller said, although he came from a poor family, many wealthy girls confessed to him.

He was annoyed.

Therefore, he believed the fortune teller’s words and wanted to change his environment, to a disciplined army with no women, so he joined the army.

To Nan Fangjue’s regret, there were women in the army too.

……

“Remember! I will definitely complete the mission!”

Ding Daliang snapped a military salute, his eyes full of admiration for Nan Fangjue. The boss was smart and decisive.

This aspect must not make mistakes!

“Alright, you can go down.”

Nan Fangjue continued to write notes, and suddenly his pen stopped.

Hmm?

Wasn’t the book Ding Linglong just took the one he left in the dormitory?

How did The Story of How Steel Was Tempered get into her hands?

……

Yu Linglong left, taking a book with her, leaving the army and heading straight for the family compound. She raised her hand and knocked on Wen Yanyan’s door.

At this time, Wen Yanyan was lying in bed reading the novel Gone with the Wind. Hearing someone knocking at the door, she immediately put down the book, got out of bed and opened the door.

She saw Ding Linglong at a glance, and the corners of her mouth immediately turned upward.

“Oh, is this a distinguished guest visiting? Would you like to come in and sit for a while?”

Wen Yanyan felt that this outspoken girl, who was always competing with her for a man, wasn’t all that unpleasant.

“No need, I heard you’ve changed, I just came to take a look.”

Yu Linglong raised her chin and looked at her through her nostrils, thinking, it’s nothing special, she’s just a little thinner than before.

“What can you see from outside?”

Wen Yanyan didn’t want to discuss the matter at the door.

“A glimpse into the whole picture.”

Yu Linglong said an idiom, shaking her head and wagging her tail.

Seeing her like this, Wen Yanyan wanted to laugh, but she held back, it would be impolite.

“Miss Ding, what are you saying? I don’t understand. I didn’t expect you to be quite cultured?”

Ding Linglong was even more proud when she heard this, her chin almost reaching the sky.

“Of course, you can’t reach my height even if you stand on tiptoe.”

“Haha.”

Wen Yanyan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, I’ll give you a thumbs up for your confidence.”

This girl is really interesting.

Yu Linglong’s chin finally returned to its original position.

“Humph, seeing as you’re so humble, it’s not too bad, there’s hope.”

With her arms folded, the book in her hand appeared brightly in front of Wen Yanyan.

She couldn’t pretend not to see it, her eyes flashing.

A book, The Story of How Steel Was Tempered.

Wen Yanyan found that every move Yu Linglong made in front of her had a special purpose.

So, what does this book mean?

After a moment of surprise, she smiled again.

“What? You came to find me with a book, are you putting your knowledge into practice? Is there some kind of tube or leopard in this book?”

“Nonsense! I’m not putting my knowledge into practice!”

Yu Linglong’s face flushed red, “This is a book Nan Tuan gave me.”

Wen Yanyan’s smile froze on her lips, “Is that so? Then are you here to return the book? Don’t you want it anymore?”

“Who says so? I haven’t finished reading it yet.”

Ding Linglong quickly put the book behind her.

“If you haven’t finished reading it, then continue reading. Reading more books can make you more mature. Miss Ding, is there anything else?”

Wen Yanyan yawned, covering her mouth, “I’m sleepy, I’m going back to take a nap. Goodbye.”

Then she closed the door and stood at the door listening quietly.

Until she heard Ding Linglong’s footsteps leaving, she shook her head.

This girl is so naive, she actually came to show off with a book?

But, was the book really given to her by Nan Fangjue?

Wen Yanyan thought that she would find a suitable opportunity to ask him someday.

She couldn’t ask directly, because she hadn’t figured out Nan Fangjue’s temper yet.

She didn’t want to quarrel with him.

……

That night, nothing happened.

The next morning, Wang Dahua’s feedback came. She praised Wen Yanyan through the wall.

“Yanzi, the spicy chicken feet you gave me, my child loved them so much, he ate an extra bowl of rice last night. They were so delicious, how did you make them? Do you have a recipe? I want to learn how to make them myself.”

Wang Dahua couldn’t get enough.

“Yes, I’ll write it down on a piece of paper later, just follow it.”

Wen Yanyan was also very excited. Her efforts were finally recognized.

“Good, thank you so much. I was wrong before, I didn’t act like a sister-in-law, I was petty with you over a child. You’re just young and fickle, too mischievous.”

Wang Dahua really forgave her this time, and even self-criticized.

“Sister Dahua, thank you for forgiving me.”

Wen Yanyan was very moved.

Look, how simple the folk customs were in the 1970s.

No matter how big the contradictions and estrangements were, there was no problem that couldn’t be solved with a bowl of spicy chicken feet.

But, it also shows that her spicy chicken feet were successful.

Wang Dahua’s feedback was reliable.

After receiving this information, Wen Yanyan immediately felt excited, her inner fire couldn’t be contained.

It seemed that everything was ready, only the east wind was missing.

But a new problem arose, because Nan Fangjue specifically emphasized yesterday that she should not sell mushrooms, which was considered speculation.

Selling chicken feet was of the same nature as selling mushrooms, and he certainly wouldn’t agree.

But she had the skills but couldn’t create value, wasn’t that a waste?

Wen Yanyan thought about it again and again, and finally gritted her teeth.

She decided to sell marinated chicken feet, she would make a fortune in the 1970s!