Although the current policy required every household to send at least one person to the countryside, the Song family had some connections in Xinghai City. Both Song Suisui and Song Nianian had secured formal jobs, making it difficult for anyone who wanted to cause trouble for them to actually succeed.  

Song Suisui had chosen the procurement job deliberately. The position involved business trips, allowing her to use work travel as an excuse to see other cities in this era.  

At the same time, it would help her avoid certain envious people at home.  

If possible, she would have preferred to move out, as the Song residence was quite far from the machinery factory.  

But this matter couldn’t be rushed—she would have to plan it slowly.  

Because she had chatted with Zhou Xiuna for too long, Song Suisui missed the last bus. By the time she returned home, the rest of the family had already arrived and were waiting for her to start dinner.  

As soon as Ma Xiumei saw her, she scolded, “You brat, where have you been fooling around? Coming back so late!”  

“Mom, I’m sorry!” Song Suisui quickly apologized, then smiled and said, “I came back late, but I ran into something good!”  

With that, she closed the door, took out the household register she had taken in the afternoon from her bag, and returned it to Ma Xiumei. Then, she handed her a piece of paper.  

Ma Xiumei took a look and exclaimed in surprise, “You got a job at the machinery factory?”  

Song Suisui nodded. “Yep, I’m reporting for duty tomorrow.”  

Naturally, Ma Xiumei and Song Jianjun were happy that their daughter had found a job. But being sharp-minded, they quickly calmed down and sensed something odd about the situation.  

“Suisui, is this job legitimate?” Song Jianjun asked, eyeing her.  

Song Suisui didn’t flinch—she and Zhou Xiuna had already prepared an explanation.  

“Dad, I guarantee this job is completely above board…”  

She briefly explained Zhou Xiuna’s family situation. After finishing, she sighed and said, “I promised her that after she goes to the countryside, I’ll send her ten yuan every month from my salary. If she ever needs my help with anything, I’ll also have to assist her.”  

Song Jianjun nodded after hearing this. “She’s giving up her job for you, so it’s only right that you help her out.”  

“Little sister, did you two agree on how long you’ll send her the money?” Song Bai asked.  

“She sold the job to me for four hundred yuan. At ten yuan a month, it’ll take about three and a half years to pay it off.”  

Hearing this, Song Bai felt relieved. He had been worried that his younger sister might end up supporting the other girl for life just because of this job.  

Once the Song family had finished their questions, Song Suisui said to Song Jianjun, “Oh, right, Dad. The policy says every family must send one person to the countryside. None of our four siblings have gone—will that affect you?”  

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll talk to someone tomorrow to settle it.”  

“Okay!”

  Seeing that both of her daughters had secured jobs, Ma Xiumei’s worries over the past few days finally eased. With a bright smile, she said, “We’ve been talking so long that the food’s gone cold. Let’s eat quickly.”  

  Only then did everyone stop chatting and dig into the meal.  

  Though the dinner had cooled, the whole family was in high spirits.  

  Song Nianian kept glancing at Song Suisui from time to time, puzzled. In her past life, Suisui hadn’t found a job—so how had she managed it this time?  

  Was it the butterfly effect of her own rebirth?  

  If that was the case, she was more than happy about it.  

  In this life, all she wanted was for the family to stay together, safe and sound.  

  After dinner, once the table was cleared and everyone had washed up, Song Suisui returned to her room to open her blind boxes.  

  But perhaps her luck had run out—tonight’s three boxes only contained some small, insignificant items.  

  Disappointed, she tossed them into her system backpack, pulled up the covers, and went to sleep.  

  She used to be a night owl, but after just a few days here, she had already adjusted to the early-to-bed, early-to-rise routine.  

  Meanwhile, Song Jianjun and Ma Xiumei lay in bed discussing Suisui’s new job.  

  ”Wife, tomorrow you should find some fabric and cotton to make a thick quilt. If there’s extra, make a padded jacket too.”  

  ”What for?” Ma Xiumei was confused.  

  ”For Zhou Xiuna. You heard what Suisui said tonight—that girl’s family probably won’t prepare much for her.”  

  After a pause, Ma Xiumei said, “If we’re preparing things, we might as well gather some other supplies for her too.”  

  ”Go ahead and arrange it. Don’t skimp.”  

  Ma Xiumei smacked Song Jianjun’s arm. “When have I ever been stingy?”  

  Realizing his mistake, Song Jianjun quickly apologized.  

  While the Song family drifted into dreams, Song Nianian was busy working inside her space.  

  That’s right—as a reincarnated protagonist, how could she not have a space?  

  Song Nianian couldn’t remember where the space came from, but in her past life, she’d heard young women at her company talk about it and had even read a few web novels in her spare time. So after the initial shock, she’d been thrilled.  

  ……  

  The next morning, Song Suisui was the first to wake up—she had to open her blind boxes early, or she’d lose the chance for the day.  

  She joked that the morning blind boxes had cured her years of habit of sleeping in.  

  ”Let’s see what we’ve got today!”  

  After selecting her boxes, the others dimmed. Song Suisui eagerly began opening them.

After not getting anything good last night, Song Suisui was still a little hopeful this morning.  

After all, she was counting on the Slacker System to make her fortune!  

But when she finished opening the boxes, her confusion was practically visible in the air.  

The first box giving her a suitcase was whatever, but the second and third boxes actually contained the same thing—just in different colors.  

So, what did she get?  

Heh… she got two crates of fabric!  

Each crate held 50 bolts, so two crates meant 100 bolts in total.  

Though the fabric was decent quality, Song Suisui suspected the Slacker System had gotten lazy and cheated.  

Because all 100 bolts were this year’s latest patterns from the textile factory—high-end goods meant for big cities like the capital and Shanghai.  

If she dared sell these on the local black market… well, that would be a disaster.  

Expressionless, she stuffed everything into her backpack, threw off the covers, got dressed, and went to wash up.  

The 100 bolts of fabric might be unsellable now, but once Song Suisui went on a business trip, she’d know what to do with them.  

All the blind box items went into the system backpack.  

Her own important belongings, however, went into her storage ring—since the system backpack couldn’t hold outside items.  

She had woken up early, and the rest of the family wasn’t up yet, so she started boiling water.  

Before long, everyone else got up one after another, and Song Niannian and Ma Xiumei made breakfast together.  

Since it was Song Suisui and Song Niannian’s first day at work, Ma Xiumei couldn’t help but pull them aside for some “social wisdom” advice.  

Song Suisui nearly missed the first bus because of it.  

At the entrance of Xinghai City’s First Machinery Factory, workers streamed in for their shifts.  

Since most people in the factory knew each other, Song Suisui’s unfamiliar face drew quite a few curious glances.  

But Song Suisui had thick skin—she completely ignored the stares and confidently strode into the personnel office to report to Zhong Zhengmin.  

Then she let Zhong Zhengmin lead her to the procurement department.