The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 22 Temporary Workers at the Flour Mill
9:30 AM sharp.

The system, forced to act as an alarm clock, reluctantly spoke.

[Wake up, host! Wake up, host!]

Gao Qinghe was startled.

After realizing what was happening, I immediately changed the command: "Use gentle mode next time."

Otherwise, she would definitely suffer a nervous breakdown from it.

The system gritted its teeth: 【Understood.】

Gao Qinghe smiled with satisfaction, sat up and stretched.

Spring seems to have arrived overnight. The warm sunshine shines on my face, making my skin crystal clear and full of vitality.

Gao Qinghe reluctantly buried her head in the quilt and kept burrowing around.

I was delayed for a while before getting out of bed, getting dressed, going out, brushing my teeth, washing my face, and doing aerobics.

My family is busy drying vermicelli.

The day after tomorrow is market day in town, so I need to hurry up and dry these sweet potato noodles at home so I can sell them together.

Gao Qingmiao was unusually well-behaved today, staying home obediently to help her mother dry vermicelli.

School starts the day after tomorrow, February 28th.

During his last two days of vacation, Gao Chongyi neither visited families nor went to schools; he simply stayed home with his family.

While Huang Ying was working, he took a book of poems, sat in the sunlight, and read it softly, a picture of tranquility.

Grandma Tian made a simple breakfast.

The last old pumpkin in the cellar was taken out to make soup, and the golden-orange pumpkin soup was sweet and sticky.

Stir-fry two more side dishes, and cook the leftover fish soup from last night with sweet potato noodles to eat with corn and mixed grain rice.

Although there was no meat, Grandma Tian was a good cook and the food was delicious, so the whole family was quite satisfied with their meal.

Therefore, human beings have an amazing ability to adapt.

After breakfast, Mom and Dad didn't continue drying the sweet potatoes.

Gao Chongyi waved to the children and asked them to sit down.

The couple exchanged a glance, and Huang Ying looked at Gao Qinghe and said:

“Bao’er, the younger sister of one of your dad’s former students is now a worker at the flour mill in the county town. I heard it’s a temporary job that she bought from someone, but she still earns sixty or seventy yuan a month.”

"Your dad and I discussed it and decided to pool some money to buy you a spot as well."

Gao Chongyi, fearing his son would be unhappy, specially explained:
"Don't worry, if any other opportunities arise, your parents will definitely keep an eye out for you."

"But given our family's current financial situation, we can only afford one spot. Your older sister is the eldest, so it's first-come, first-served. She should go first. Do you agree?"

Gao Qingmiao glanced at her sister with delight, "I agree a hundred times over. The work at the flour mill is light and suitable for girls."

Gao Chongyi patted his son's head and said, "Good son."

Gao Qingmiao shook her head, indicating that she was fine. She was relieved that her older sister, who didn't know anything, could work as a flour mill worker.

I just didn't expect my parents to have such a plan.

Gao Qingmiao secretly gave her older sister a look, wondering what to do about the protracted battle they had discussed last night.
Privately, he preferred that his eldest sister go to the flour mill first.

I'm a temporary worker now, but I'll have the opportunity to become a permanent employee and have a stable job.

The job is respectable and easy.

Gao Chongyi and his wife shared the same sentiment; with their daughter having a stable and respectable job, they wouldn't have to worry about her in the future.

In her previous life, Gao Qinghe worked as a flour mill worker.

She lived a comfortable life for the first six months, as she didn't need to subsidize her family with her salary and could support herself.

Moreover, the factory provided meals and accommodation, so I spent all seventy yuan on myself.

The team leader in the factory is a good person. As long as it doesn't interfere with work, she never says anything to them for being late or leaving early.

However, things started to go wrong as the good days went on.

I arrived two hours late in the morning and left two hours early in the afternoon, and the team leader didn't say anything.

My salary was cut in half, leaving me with only thirty-five.

By the end of the year, the flour mill had laid off a number of temporary workers.

Gao Qinghe was fortunate enough not to be dismissed, but the factory's profits continued to decline.

After that, 90% of the workers were put on unpaid leave, and the factory could no longer pay their wages.

After struggling for three or four years, the flour mill officially announced its closure.

Back then, a temporary worker position at a flour mill could be sold for 500 yuan.

Countless people are crying and regretting that their money has gone down the drain. Even relatives in her past life must have remarked on Gao Qinghe's good fortune.

She managed to snag a wealthy husband before the factory went bankrupt and began living the life of a rich wife.

But now, Gao Qinghe doesn't dare say that she can follow the same fate as in her previous life.

The only thing she can control now is herself.

Gao Qinghe took a deep breath, "Mom, Dad."

Under the incomprehension of his family, he firmly said:
“I’m not going to the flour mill; I plan to start my own business with Miaomiao.”

Yes, I'm doing business with Miaomiao.

Instead of her doing it.

Now that we've all had a second chance, who would want to work themselves to the bone like an ox?

There's no need to explain why her family members misheard it as her and her brother being together.

In the early stages, she will definitely have to personally lead her younger brother.

Once she helps Gao Qingmiao get started and establish her own business, she can just sit back and collect her share of the profits.

With some help in steering the ship and coming up with ideas, and by fully leveraging the advantages of information asymmetry, there are plenty of ways to make life better and better.

As for Jiang Baohai, this big gold nugget, she would never let him go!
But she must first address the economic difficulties she is facing.

Having grown accustomed to a good life, I have no desire to endure these hard times.

At least next time I wash my hair, I can use a hairdryer to dry it; when I go to the toilet, I can use toilet paper; and every meal will have meat on the table.

Only when you eat well and live well will you be in the mood to pursue men.

Gao Qinghe said, "I may be going on a long trip in a few days, so I'll keep this household registration book for now."

I mentioned the red envelope thing to my parents yesterday.

The family didn't say anything, and the first meeting went smoothly. It remains to be seen how the young people will get along.

The red envelope contained four hundred yuan, which was a moderate amount of money.

If you're doing business, this amount of money isn't enough.

It's enough to make a living; it can provide a comfortable life in the countryside for a whole year.

But after carefully calculating the costs, Gao Qinghe felt that starting a small business would greatly increase the chances of success.

……

After hearing what she said, apart from Gao Qingmiao, who already knew the situation last night, everyone else was also present.

Huang Ying and Gao Chongyi both looked incredulous.

Gao Chongyi tentatively asked, "What kind of business can you do with four hundred yuan?"

Gao Qinghe: "I haven't thought about the specifics yet. With this amount of capital, I can only start with low-cost small commodities. Setting up a street stall seems like a good option at the moment."

Gao Qingmiao couldn't sit still any longer.

"Sister, is this what you meant by doing something great?"

Huang Ying looked troubled. "Can you really manage a street stall? It's not as respectable as being a female flour mill worker. Think it over."

Gao Qinghe nodded emphatically, "I can do it."

It's just hawking and attracting customers; those sixty years of hard work in their past lives weren't for nothing.

She's not a shy twenty-year-old girl.

Gao Qingmiao saw her elder sister's unwavering determination and suddenly regretted her decision.

"Sister, please give me back my red envelope."

"Dad, Mom, I'll go to the flour mill. I don't mind!"

Gao Chongyi and his wife hadn't spoken yet.

Gao Qinghe twisted her ear and said, "Don't even think about it!"

Gao Qingmiao cried out in pain, saying she would never dare to think about flour mill workers again.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to help with the work, I actively inquired about temporary workers at the flour mill.

Huang Ying also felt it was a pity to leave the flour mill temporary workers like that.

But she didn't object to her daughter's idea.

She turned her head to look at Gao Chongyi, who was holding a newspaper and seemed lost in thought.

Huang Ying felt that her husband's extensive reading gave him foresight, and she would ask him for his thoughts again when she had some free time in the evening.

(End of this chapter)