A domineering country girl flirts with her son, and Commander Huo can't resist.

More than half an hour passed, and it got dark.

Geng Qiusheng felt that today was truly exhilarating.

At window number 13, besides Qiao An's stall, only two other stalls met hygiene standards.

The others were either filthy and messy, or used rotten vegetables and moldy meat.

With Yu Linzhou's backing, all these windows were driven out of the machine tool factory.

Geng Qiusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, this means he needs to quickly arrange for the head chefs at the cafeteria counters; those that can be contracted out should be contracted out, and those that cannot be contracted out should be taken over directly by the logistics department.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zheng Hongying and Gu Zili emptied the kitchen and slunk away.

The people in the cafeteria gradually dispersed.

Qiao An came to Jiang Yushun's side.

"Chief Jiang, thank you so much for coming to support me today."

"What are you thanking me for? You're one of my people. If anyone wants to bully you, they'll have to ask me first." Jiang Yushun said this while straightening his back.

Yu Linzhou convened an emergency meeting, seemingly to discuss logistical matters, and Qiao An was not in a position to interrupt.

So he went to the bicycle shed with Aunt Liu and Dongmei.

"Qiao An, you were amazing today! I was worried that those people would ruin our window." Aunt Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really terrified today.

Especially when they saw so many people aggressively demanding an explanation from them.

Aunt Liu almost sat down on the ground.

"Aunt Liu, reason prevails everywhere. The vegetables we use are of good quality, the flour is top-grade refined white flour, and the meat is even better."

"Anyone who dares to cause us trouble will be made to suffer."

Qiao An's tone was straightforward and fiery, as if she didn't take those people seriously at all.

"Qiao An, that makes sense. I've heard about it these past few days; those people all have connections. You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, as long as we work at the machine tool factory, no one can touch us," Qiao An patted his chest confidently.

She has the confidence to back it up; the machine tool factory now relies on her.

Those books she copied by hand are now treasured by Zhao Zhengang.

There's also the rail installer; Zhao Zhengang needs Qiao An's help every now and then.

Let alone these few clowns, even if the county committee really came to cause her trouble.

Yu Linzhou and Zhao Zhengang were the first to object.

Qiao An and Aunt Liu Dongmei rode their bicycles home together.

From afar, she could see the lights on in her home, which warmed her heart.

On her way home, she happened to pass by the cowshed.

As the weather warmed up, the Mu family began cooking over a fire outside the cowshed.

When Joan saw them, she didn't even bother to give them a proper look.

With a few powerful pedal strokes, it quickly passed by.

Without Mu Yu, the Mu family has lost even their last reliance.

We eat potatoes, radishes, and Chinese cabbage every day.

The group of people were so thin they looked unrecognizable, their faces pale and sickly.

"Dad, is what your friend said reliable? Can we really go back to Shenzhou this year?" Mu Zhiyuan tore open the steamed potato skin and forced himself to take a bite, suppressing his nausea.

"Really." Mu Linjiang's eyes brightened. "I received his letter. He said that a new policy has been introduced in Beijing, and people like us who are old-generation red capitalists can be exonerated. He said that the old man from the Zhao family next door has already returned from the Northeast."

"They've all gone back to Shenzhou, we'll be there soon too, don't rush," Mu Linjiang said, taking a sip of cabbage soup.

Fang Hui's eyes welled up with tears. During her time in Lianchi Village, she seemed to have aged ten years.

My once fair and delicate hands are now covered in chilblains, the skin is black and there are large cuts. The slightest movement causes unbearable pain and pus to ooze out.

If Mu Linjiang hadn't kept saying he'd be back soon, Fang Hui would have wanted to die.

She looked towards Qiao An's house not far away, where Huo Jiyun was opening the door to welcome Qiao An inside.

Once they return to Shenzhou, the Mu family will once again be the wealthy and powerful family they once were.

She will definitely come back to Lianchi Village then, and none of those who bullied her will get away with it.

As for Joan?

She wanted her to know what she had missed.

As Qiao An pushed the cart through the door, she was met with Huo Jiyun's slightly worried gaze.

"Why are you back so late? I've already reheated dinner twice."

After parking the car, Joan took his hand and led him into the house.

He recounted what happened in the cafeteria today.

"Are there really such bad people?"

"Thanks to Secretary Yu and Chief Engineer Zhao for needing you, otherwise you might have really suffered a loss."

Qiao An smiled and shook her head. "Don't worry, no one can make me suffer. Even if I have no connection with the machine tool factory, they can't bully me."

Huo Jiyun thought about it and realized it made sense. Was a woman who dared to go into the back mountain alone late at night and kill a wild boar with her bare hands easy to mess with?

"Come inside quickly, eat something first and warm up."

As Qiao An sipped her porridge, she asked in a consultative tone, "Honey, the cafeteria was so noisy today, leaving so many stalls empty. What do you think...?"

"Do you want to contract another one?" Huo Jiyun continued her question.

How did you know?

"It was obvious."

Huo Jiyun narrowed his eyes and smiled broadly, "I think it's a good idea."

"You have money, fresh out-of-season ingredients, and you cook delicious food, so why not take this opportunity to make a fortune?"

"Back then, it was all about who was poor and who was glorious. But things are different now."

"Our own family's wealth is the most important thing. Honey, go ahead and do it with confidence. I believe in you."

Joan looked at the man in front of her with a smile.

I thought to myself, no wonder he's the male protagonist in the book, he's just different.

"Okay, I'll take care of making money, and you take care of working hard in the army. Let's work together."

Huo Jiyun chuckled and said, "Alright, let's work hard together."

If we work together, life will be more promising.

The next day, after finishing her work at the police station, Qiao An went to see Geng Qiusheng and brought up the matter of contracting window number 12.

Geng Qiusheng couldn't have asked for it more.

With so many fewer food service windows suddenly disappearing, the workers who came to eat at noon complained quite a bit while queuing up.

Many people have come to him.

After contracting out window number 12, Qiao An asked Fan Liangui and Xu Fengxian to help find two reliable people.

To differentiate itself from window number 13, Joanne decided that window number 12 would mainly sell braised noodles.

She has so many dishes in her space, she can make four or five kinds of braised dishes.

As for noodles, she made several kinds: pure white noodles, sorghum noodles, and noodles made with a mixture of both.

The corresponding prices also vary, which can meet the needs of workers at different levels.

There's a high demand for wheat flour, and she can harvest the wheat in the space, but she doesn't have a huller or a milling machine.

But it's not wheat harvest season, so she can't take out the wheat and ask the commune to help grind it into flour.

So the source of the white flour was still that she traded it for other ingredients.

Some of it was provided by Geng Qiusheng, and some was provided by the Armed Forces Department.

But now that we've contracted two windows, we definitely won't have enough flour.

Qiao An didn't want Mo Yuxuan to buy her flour in the modern world, as the prices were simply not commensurate.

After thinking it over, Qiao An decided to go to Zhao Zhengang and ask him to help her make a shelling machine and a grinding machine.

This is not difficult for machine tool manufacturers.

Zhao Zhengang was puzzled when he heard that Qiao An wanted a shelling machine and a grinding machine.

"Did you grow wheat at home?"

"When the wheat is harvested, we'll transport it to the commune to husk and grind it into flour, and we won't charge you anything."

Joanie wouldn't live to see that day.