Li Qiao returned to school and climbed onto the bed to count the money she had earned from selling her knitted goods while the room was empty.
With grandma's help last week, the efficiency was much higher, resulting in nine vases and three pen holders.
After deducting sixty cents for the supply and marketing cooperative's stall fee, she was left with one yuan and ninety-five cents. She originally had fifty cents on her, bringing her total savings to two yuan and forty-five cents.
Having connections really is beneficial, she thought to herself, I'm making a tidy profit.
"I heard there's a monthly exam this Saturday, an English test. How ready are you all?"
The voice Li Qiao loathed the most was now audible, so she hurriedly stuffed the money into her pocket.
When Li Jinhua saw her, she called out, "Three Sister, you're here. Dad's sick."
Li Qiao's expression darkened. She had sworn to cut ties with Dong Lamei.
